Canvas Project - Volume 3....Hands On

I told you about the Canvas Project a few months ago now. I've packed up the art and it is on its way to Brooklyn. Here is Hands On.

Ages ago I wrote about my fridge. One of the gypsies suggested it needed an update:

Hell Kitty

Otherwise known as Ratcat. The most pretty man ever.

Smudge

Possibly one of the best pop songs of all time...and touring to Batemans Bay in October!

Mr Klein

Have you seen the film Mr Klein? I have - well I think I saw it today. I am going to provide you with a synopsis that will replicate how confused I feel about this film.

What I do know is Alain Delon plays a very handsome Mr Klein. He is one of two Mr Kleins - or is he two Mr Kleins? Either way, Mr Klein (number one and two) live in Paris. The Mr Klein we know is a cool cat, who buys stuff from Jewish peeps who are selling their artwork as they flee France because of the war.

So the Mr Klein we know is buying stuff and pretty much screwing the poor Jewish people who are not having a great time as it is, and then one day a Jewish newspaper is delivered to his house - addressed to him. Now this doesn't sound so bad, but it is bad because the po-po have a list of all the people that read the Jewish paper and now think the Mr Klein we know is Jewish. But he isn't. Or is he?

He isn't - there is another Mr Klein in Paris who is Jewish and he is kind of setting the Mr Klein we know up, so that the Mr Klein we know comes under the watch of the po-po and not the Mr Klein we don't know.

The rest of the film focusses on the Mr Klein we know and the pretty girls he hangs out with, a weird apartment that has excellent wallpaper, and a nice dog. Maybe this film has some time travel in it, because sometimes you feel like you are in the past and then the future, or maybe a dream. The weird thing is, that although I had no idea what was happening, the film still increases in suspense...and there are many occasions you expect something huge to happen and nothing does. But let me tell you, it does not matter because at the end you are left a broken, frazzled mixed up kid.

Sun baking

Caught him sleeping in the sun...

The Apothecary 1878 Wine Bar

Such a pretty wine bar, all dark and cozy. Reidel glassware, tasty tapas and a wonderful wine list. Finished the evening off with a Turkey Flat Pedro Ximenez! If you ever find yourself in Adelaide, dodge the strip joints as you walk up Hindley Street and head to the Apothecary at number 118.

The Clouds

Some favourite election tweets

easynowtiger

Apparently the PM misread focus group fback and wasted the 1st weeks of the campaign trying to stop the votes #ausvotes

timhollo If catholic Spain can legalise gay marriage, why can't we? #qanda

smgoodwin

I wish Latham would climb his ladder of opportunity the fuck away from Australia #ausvotes

anthonybaxter They're going to do a special crayon edition of the Henry Review for Bananaby #lateline

joshgnosis

"Phillip Ruddock - your next immigration minister" There's the next Labor ad for you.

Penny_Wong We are seriously looking at making Mark Latham our special envoy to Nauru. #qanda #ausvotes

mariekehardy

'The most conservative instinct of all - the instinct to have a family'. Tony Abbott, I hope your cock drops off and falls down a plughole

NeilMcMahon

Unknown TA facts: He designed the winged keel. Wrote Fernando. Invented the pavlova. Puts the seat down. Never killed a kitten #ausvotes

Daniels_den Why is it that all these people attending 'Stand up for Australia' are sitting down? #ausvotes

safran_john Liberals, hating the Greek god Pan, I was on board with your Stop The Goat People policy till I realised I'd misheard you #qanda

Hotel room view by night and by day

Democracy

The Hummingbirds

Oh the Hummingbirds. So many good gigs, and the songs still sound good - just like it was yesterday.

Life is like a cartoon

Sometimes I draw cartoons in my head. Todays cartoon ended with a picture of me at a peep show in Adelaide. It all started with a trip to the airport. The taxi driver was talkative.

So are you married.

No

Why not?

Well...I'm not really sure. I guess the person who was married to me didn't want to be married to me anymore?

Many questions followed which led me to think I was being sized up as a potential bride...with the last one being, maybe I see you here tomorrow and drive you home? Maybe not.

Next frame - sitting on airplane. The two women next to me seem to be irritating. I argue with myself about being too judgmental. Turns out I won that argument. Well the part of me who was intuitive enough to know they would be irritating.

In a two hour flight they talked loudly for 30 minutes about taking a list of emails and magically putting them into a website - what and then people would get emails from the website? I'm not sure...but that new graduate is a bitch!

They also talked about their cats. Including going into detail about one kitty's long and painful demise.

Then came dinner and they both had red wine.

I was sure one of them was going to spill the wine. Again I argued. Why would they spill the wine...don't be silly...they are not going to...would you like some of my napkins?

The w h o l e g l a s s

They also talked about kissing the tarmac every time we hit turbulence. Including starting conversations with 'did you read about that horrible aircr...oh maybe I'll tell it when we land.'

And finally, they talked a LOT and loudly about dating - internet dating. Including the classic statement 'I'm just too busy right now to have a relationship. Just could not possibly fit it in'

Sure you are....

Next frame. Arrive at hotel. It looks like if it ever had a hey day (and I doubt it ever did), it would have been 1981. Open highly flammable curtains to the view of a back alley and the sign below 'Mens Club - Peep Show'.

Fresh tomatoes

There is nothing like fresh tomatoes, is there? You know the smell of the plant? I'm trying to think of how to describe it but I can't. Either way it is a fresh smell unlike no other.

Why am I talking about tomatoes? My friends parents packed up and started a big old tomato farm and I think that is just the best. Not that they started a tomato farm, but I guess that they were brave enough to pack up and start something quite far away. And really a tomato farm is super awesome. You should see it....rows and rows and rows of pretty tomato plants just EVERYWHERE.

So they came to visit here and now I have tomatoes, from the tomato farm. I want to save them forever so I can keep the smell in my kitchen.

The Plunderers

I wrote of The Plunderers here.

Hard Ons

I can't believe I just missed seeing the Hard Ons play in Canberra last week. Maybe some things are best left in the past? I'm going to cheer myself up by putting every single Hard Ons song onto my IPOD and see if it can get me to Adelaide and back.

It is a bit girly

But my very manly dog seems to like it...sprung! Linen inspired by Family Mongo.

Stamps

I don't think Taffy Bubblegum reads this blog so much now so safe to make this post. I bought some stamps in Vietnam. I asked for this one to say 'I ♡ Sausage Dogs'. They left a word out, and I think that word makes a difference.

Welcome home

When I arrived home last week, I went to bed and woke up early on Saturday morning and looked up to the sky.

The European

Have you been to the European in Melbourne? It is a wonderful cafe on 161 Spring Street, and it is very European. Surprisingly so! Tiny entry, which opens into a dark wood interior, Bentwood chairs and a menu to die for. It reminded me of the cafe houses my great uncle would go to in Austria, where everything is just so - but not in an uptight way, just the was it's just supposed to be. You know, comfortably so.

Even if you don't yearn to rekindle childhood memories, look at brunch! I dare you to scroll down the breakfast page and look. Sigh.

D E L E T E

Do you know what I thought the other day? I thought that my trip away was the first time in forever that I didn't think about the boy who schmushed my heart.

This was a timely thought, because I returned to work and there was an email from the boy. And I thought, good. That's good. Normal email, I'm not upset - maybe we are at the stage where we can just look back on all those years and be friends.

A few more emails passed back and forth and then a question was asked of me, which revealed once and for all that the boy had changed beyond the one I once loved. So while I was disappointed, I didn't feel upset like before. Before I would have been disappointed for expecting more from the boy, disappointed in his words, disappointed in his lack of self awareness, disappointed that there was always an ulterior motive.

No, not today. Today I was disappointed for him - that for whatever had shifted in him had made him so unlikable, and so indefensible and that he didn't even realise. Disappointed that he would now miss out on so much, and that one day everything would turn on its head and look him straight in the eye.

Today I may have deleted someone from my life, and it doesn't make me too sad, so I think it means the time is right to let go. For now this is just life, and my decision, it is a good one.

Flight over Vietnam

Postcard # 12,13,14 and 15 - Hoi An

I had to catch a plane so didn't get to finish the last one...but I sent it to myself so will finish it at the yellow house.

Postcard # 8,9,10 and 11 - Hoi An

Hoi An - puppies

Hoi An - people