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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Wednesday, June 29, 2005 mark my words Emily Browning will be the next big Aussie actress to hit the states.
There's a poem Billie used to read to us that i was reminded of recently. On the inside of my door, the masking tape reads 'struggle is easy' You. You and any of the helpless masses. You have always required an enemy, If not a foreign one than one much closer and within your own homes. Don’t deny it- history has proven the relationship. Humanity is full of enemies, some imagined, some mutual and some secret. Do you need them to put meaning into your life? To shape your sense of self and nation? To spur you to do great, better things with your meager time on earth?
I look forward to wearing down my own body on my own thank you very much.
I rolled today with a lady who had just become pregnant when I left the academy last. One would not have known she had a 5 month old at home, she looked exactly the same as I remembered her. We were working on a guillotine choke from guard. Here I was eyesight failing as she coiled her arm and body tight around my head for the final press that completes the choke. Through her ribcage I heard her heart beating and blood pumping from the exertion. I felt her ribs expanding with breath along with her movement. And I thought, ‘Is this what a mother is like? Guts and more toughness than any fighter I’ve ever met? Flesh and blood just like the thing she gave birth to?’
Alright, I know I’m probably the last one to have heard of them but The Scissor Sisters rock.
Last night I had to break into my friends house that I was taking care of. After cussing profusely at myself before the door and making several hounds in the neighborhood howl because of my ruckus I couldn’t find that little silver key anywhere. After some spastic riding around town looking for said key in all possible spaces, a little after midnight on a Sunday a fully uniformed security guard wearing a leather biker jacket could be seen sneaking over the fence in silence and scrambling into a bedroom window of a house filled with moving boxes and two very anxious owner-deprived dogs. I’m glad I didn’t have to explain the sight to anyone there and then- and it seems like my sneaking skills are still in shape though. My keeping and finding skill get a –2. I actually saw the stupid thing in the daylight today at the bottom of my backpack. D’oh. For once I’m thankful the rumors are true. Apparently Bar Noir (as of yet at an undisclosed location) will be the new queer spot in town. Phew. Being prideful all the way. Wow. Pride. Wow. Got to lead the parade with two other dykes on bikes as I wore a nifty leather bestiae I was modeling for a friend (ended up selling him $500 worth of corset that day because of it) and accompanied by an equally gorgeous and kind lady who had always wanted to ride bitch on a bike for the event. Tourists and locals wowed and waved, some stood in the street taking pictures as we swung our bikes around them all over downtown (because you won’t get another chance to drive like that again) and some clung in fear to their heterosexual significant others. Many people were re-met, and I met some new people through friends and once again I was utterly surprised at all the people that showed up. Lord only knows how many holes all these queers that managed to show up for this once yearly event disappear into afterwards, never to be seen by light of day again until a solar year is passed. Speaking of sun, I got more burnt than I’ve been in ages. I’d forgotten how much the skin could ache from it. Friday, June 24, 2005
I hate candida. Which is not, as it sounds at first, anything like a female version of Candide (which would actually be fun). In fact it’s no fun at all.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Judith ‘Jack’ Halberstam
Muhahah! They have the Devil’s dictionary online in alphabetical categories!
When Tails Gets Board is a video game where you get to ‘dodge the flying cheese and hop across cans of Vegemite to your goal’ as a less than respectable video game hedgehog.
accelerade may be worth a try. Thursday, June 23, 2005
My boss just called, she thought she had the wrong number and was very confussed. She didn’t recognize my ‘morning voice’ which is rougher and about a half octave lower until I get moving. Maybe i should start making random recordings of my voice when i wake up. It could fool even the keenest of dirty folk rock ears. Wednesday, June 22, 2005
You know that part in Forest Gump where the guy goes off naming every shrimp dish immaginable? We’ll here’s the Aussie version... Overheard at the Cowgirl: She was singing to Shauna Colvin at the top of her lungs as she drove up to the drive through bank. She kept on singing, waiting for the teller to talk to her. A voice comes over the intercom and says ‘Don’t quit your day job’. She looks over into the little bank, everyone inside, customers and staff are looking at the singing girl in her truck. They even started making requests.
I missed Royler Gracie giving sessions at the academy here. ARRRG. ARRRRGHH. Yes sir, the excitement never ends here in Santa Fe. Oh yes, the rodeo is going on and last weekend was the parade. It was quite fun and filled with interesting floats, riders and horses and much horse plop that was ground into the cement by following garbage sweep trucks. I even saw A female highland bag pipper in full gear and someone dressed up as a raggedy anne doll with her.
I learnt about the ‘Backdraft’ drink from a bartender the other night. He said it was the drink that messed people up the most. Sounds vicious and hurl worthy. Tuesday, June 21, 2005 SCORE Dude, I just scored a free bicycle. Sure I’ve got to do minor rust removal on most of it, replace tires/tubes and lube it all but let me repeat: 10 speed women's bike for free. Yipeee!
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Dr. Alison Mann from Y: The Last Man We are the champions. Or perhaps more like Wendy's employees of the month. Enrique (local comic guy who busts out his stuff) will have his 24 hour comic printed in the anthology! Go Enrique!
The whitest kids you know from NYC would like you to know that Hitler's changed now he's an rapper but that still doesn't mean he can join in on the new thing.
Started Jiu-Jitsu at the academy again. Was reminded of how technical women are when rolling and how i need to work of keeping my base and top possition when rolling with men that weigh at least 50 pounds more than me. I hate it when they sit on my chest. Sunday, June 19, 2005
fotopage has been updated with pictures from Italy trip. Even more to come soon. Is this how Gulliver felt? "Well i could have told you that" he said. Sometimes I wonder is Santa Fe hasn’t made me intolerant of other places. Or, rather, not to blame Santa Fe for my feelings- but that living here has made clear something about my nature that hasn't seemed to change.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Amanda Buckner. And here are the stats to prove it. Thanks Tony for this eternal wisdom: "Martinis are like boobs. One is to few, three is to many."
Loccitane’s stuff makes my skin all nice.
Everyone has at least one bad food experience. Mine are quiche, sausage rolls and currently, BBQ pork ribs. I don't trust the 'intelligence' our human atempts at intelligence creates. Depending on the photo I entered into this generator, it figuered I looked like VIN DIESEL (would some one please post something on the ticker NON Vin Diesel or I’ll take the stupid thing down!?!?), Bruce Willis and Jude Law for the guys. Oh so pretty pretty Get your uniform on From the people who brought you Aramark come this absuredly named bussiness: Thanks Keary, Want to find a good cheap lunch in Europe? Thursday, June 16, 2005 Everything i want is here. Joy curdles in my blood. It must be summer in Santa Fe. I'm home.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005 I seem to have a lot of bass players on the TIAILW list you know... T.I.A.I.L.W.: Cait O’Riordan. Monday, June 13, 2005 Party done gone. Great. I go away for one month and I miss the best queer events of the year that queers in New Mexico can muster. For my use mostly. Blog of Julia Goldberg, editor of the Santa Fe Reporter. If i'm going to watch TV should i really bother thinking about the adds?? Someone finally realized Reverend Horton Heat’s song ‘Eat Steak’ would make a great commercial. Yay Boston Chicken..er…steak. Closing time for the last time. Goodnight, goodnight, Paramount. So long to the place that saw me turn 21, learn to be a drag king, start a life of my own, do open mic, and shake my booty numerous times. Bye to the pizza kitchen I sweated many a night and day away in. See ya to all the mid sized mind boggling shows that rocked that stage. We can’t say we didn’t see it coming, or there weren’t warnings, but you know we’ll miss you.
A charming little ditty about chicks with swords.
Silence or I shall set a Mongolian Death Worm on you!
I had this idea after three years of living there: that maybe Santa Fe is not so much a place you come to get healthy but a place you go to worry about your health.
You know in the movie ‘The Garden of Allah’ at that the most emotional point of the film that that script could possibly muster when Marlene Dietrich says in her German accent, “Howh howibul.”? Best idea ever for an event you want to remember forever: Get a bunch of disposable cameras, leave them about for guests to use.
I was surprised at the amount of graffiti in the Italian cities. They’ve really got tagging down to an art, particularly in Rome- the subway busses are utterly covered in big bright popping grapffiti! It’s not just stencils and big word tags though, i also saw many doodles, cartoons, puns, and signatures.
So here’s the skinny on the Popener yo. These things were never sold INSIDE the Vatican, they were always kitsch things sold by vendors outside the walls. Hell they don’t even sell fridge magnets in there. Lordy lists motivate me! To do when I return to Fe:
The Orient Express is up and running again. You too can catch it for 8K and some change.
I assert that Bjork and Morressy (until their most recent efforts) did better work when they were with their bands that when solo.
This sort of reminds me of a story I heard about some guys who had jobs at a shitty near condemned theater in DFW that ran mostly pornos. The balcony was shut off to erm.. theater goers but they would sneak around there after loading a real and pull out a squirt gun filled with hand lotion, firing on otherwise occupied viewers below. Violent reactions ensued amongst the patrons.
I nearly wet myself with excitement over this. Not one but TWO new Alan Moore comics made into film! Iggy pop never looked scarier, and that’s a feat.
Grotesquery heads, like gargoyles, with their strained open mouths that water rushes from are nothing. I want a labrador heads that drools forth, armpits that sprays, fingernails that spurt, ears that bubble, eyes that shoot and a nose that drips!
What is that strap that appears under the breast of women in so much of the art here? Whet? Epic foresight No architect ever thinks of a structure that will weather well like a mountain or a coastline does. It's the little things that get you: “In case of high tide (flooding) you can ask for a pair of rubber boots at the Reception (till available). You will share with Venetian people this charming event!” –Hotel Ala’s hotel guide.
Is ‘Death in Venice’ worth reading? For that matter, can anyone suggest good books to read that are either set in Italy or about it? I’m thinking Merchant of Venice and ‘The Dark Heart of Italy’ by Tobias Jones. And no one better suggest the Da Vinci Code or that stupid set of ‘mystery’ books set in ancient Rome.
I like to make faces it the camera if I’m in the background of tourist’s photos, particularly if it's a couple possing together. ‘that which nature gave and nature taught to cover’ Men look so much better in suits. I mean, that way most of them is covered and covered well.
"I went on a bike tour and I got SHITFACED!" –Our bike tour guide in Tuscany after a lunch with two huge jugs of DOCG Chianti.
So despite my initial jubilation, no, the numerous rainbow flag with ‘PACE’ (peace) on them do NOT mean the same thing in Italy as they do in the US- though it’s still a nice message.
So before I go back-blogging all the things I wanted to write you while I was afar my dear readers, for now we’ll just return to my favorite form of blogging, the list:
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