Visits from aunts
I have an exceptional collection of aunts, and recently I have really been digging hanging out with them. I think it’s because all of them have really good senses of humour. I really like shooting the breeze with people and letting conversations take flights of fancy. I have whole conversations with people that are completely false. I find that funny, especially if they get a little weird.
I got to catch up with author aunt of the soothing voice on Saturday morning at Kinokuniya and we discussed many things from puzzles [puzzles are the new black], to iPhones, to weddings [not mine] and babies [not mine] and writing. She said something which really struck me. It was a quote from someone about how the people who are the best at things are the people who do them the most often. I think I was saying something about how much I like writing, but how I don’t write, and she pointed out that I’m coming up to ten years of blogging, so really, I have been practising this whole time. I like that idea.
Spontaneously buying art
As I was leaving Kino, I noticed they had some very large and striking prints in their exhibition space and wandered in to have a closer look. By the power of the iPhone, I emailed the artist and bought a piece all in the space of minutes. I sometimes like how small the Internet makes the world. Then I remember all the ugly things about Facebook. Then I stare off into space and think about how much I like cheese and why it is that cheese can’t be eaten for all meals of the day. Then I sigh. Anyways, this is my new art, it is called Isn’t it Midnight:
Random family meet ups
My older sister is one week overdue with her first child, my first nephew and my parents’ first grandchild. There’s a lot riding on this kid, who I have named Kerry Francis Bullmore Packer. My parents were delivering me a couple of new lounges, and organised an impromptu lunch with me, both my sisters and my bro-in-law. It was nice, I drank cider.
Up in the Air
I have always really liked going to movies alone. I like sitting alone, I like the dark, I like coming out afterwards and wandering around.
Here I would like to stop and mention something that makes me mad. George Street cinema does allocated seating, even for non-premiere events. When I first discovered this, I thought everyone would think like me: sure, if the cinema was packed for an opening night, seat allocation makes sense. But if the cinema is practically empty, everyone sits wherever they want despite their allocation. No. No-one else thinks like that. What happens is, the ticket people ask where you want to sit, everyone says they want to sit in the middle, just in case they get stuck with the front row or up the very back and then all these sheep-people sit piled on top of one another in the middle few rows of an almost empty cinema.
It amazes me. Who are these people afraid of? A teenage usher with a torch who will shame them in front of their adult peers by making them sit is their correct seat? I have had people come and sit right next to me when I’m the only one in the row and the rows behind and in front are completely empty. Who are you people and why do you want to ruin your cinema experience?!
The moral to this story is that my screening of Up in the Air was almost empty and everyone else sat crammed in a few rows and I sat in comfort and solitude. How do you like them apples?
Up in the Air was great. If there was a genre called Films With a Great Deal of Dialogue but not Necessarily a Great Deal of Action, it would be one of my favourites. You know, Royal Tenenbaums, Thank you for Smoking, The Squid and the Whale, Rachel Getting Married. I love them all. Up in the Air is not amongst the best of its kind, but it was still really beautiful. Vera Farmiga has an amazing face.
After sitting in the cinema for a few hours, I wandered off to The State Theatre to spend An Evening with David Sedaris. David Sedaris is one of my favourite authors, introduced to me by the wonderful Ms Michelle Ho. His humour is so black and he has an interest in the macabre that is so strong that even I find it a little creepy.
I actually missed out on tickets, but through the wonder of Twitter and my marvellous friend Fiona, I scored a last minute freebie. In the fifth row. Putting Sedaris right in my line of view. It was fantastic, he read a bunch of stories, all of which were sinister and hilarious and then I waited three hours for him to ask me the last time I went to hospital, ask if we’d met before, laugh at a joke I made and sign one of my books. Eiip!
This photo was taken with my new Canon 50mm lens, aka The Plastic Fantastic. Um, yum.
House parties in the ‘ville
I have a fairly newish group of friends. Or a group of ladies who I’ve known for a while, but who I’m hanging out with more. Anyways, they are totally the sort of ladies everyone should have as friends, they really go to great lengths to help each other out and have been fantastic in the last month or so with me. One of them, Meegs, had a birthday coming up, and Fiona and Lucy decided to throw her a backyard party in Marrickville, complete with local musicians Bernie Hayes and Gen Maynard.
As I said elsewhere, I think it’s such a testament to Meegs that everyone wanted this surprise to be pulled off, that people travelled from Melbourne and that Bernie and Gen couldn’t have been happier to play in what is, admittedly a really awesome, backyard.
Birthday gatherings in Neutral Bay
Sasha and Pen very kindly offered to take me from one party to the next, meaning I got to catch up with perps I haven’t seen in ages, spend more time with people I’ve only met briefly, make plans for indoor rock climbing and hang out with Pete on his birthday. And drink cider. Om. Om nom nom nom.
Deer head positioning
It’s such a weird problem to have and one that is now completely pointless in trying to solve now that I’ve discovered I’m about to be given 60 days notice to move out of my unit, but deer heads are really hard to find a place for. FIRST WORLD PROBLEM!
It was a great weekend, so I’m going to count it as the start of 2010. Now I am going home to my cat and my ill-placed deer head and my cider and my 30 Rock.