beautiful monsters

You better be there!

If you are in Wellington, or if you’re anywhere even vaguely near the Southern Hemisphere, you should check out the amazing shows my friends and I will be staring in: Unashamed! and Me He Maunga and The Drag Kings. Wooohooo! Can’t wait till the Fringe!

Speaking about cool kiwi chicks doing groovy things, you should also check out this funky blog!

Fairly Random

I’m too tired to philosophise tonight, so I’m just going to write a diary entry – Stuff I’ve Done Since I Last Blogged.

Staggered up the hill to uni, lugging an average sized tramping pack stuffed to bursting point with overdue library books. I seem to spend most of my life paying off debts at various libraries.

Thought of a really cool idea for a children’s story. Unfortunately, for once in my life I didn’t have my notebook with me because my bag was already so heavy... so I promptly forgot the story idea. If only I could remember it I’m sure it would make a brilliant book and I would achieve wealth and fame and glory.

Primed some canvases. Having thought about having an exhibition for at least three years, a few weeks ago I decided the time had come... and somehow got myself entangled in two exhibitions at the same time. Yeah, clever. Now I have to do enough paintings for both. Actually I probably have enough paintings, but whether I have enough paintings that I actually like is another question.

Ran into an Award-Winning Writer Of Beautiful And Haunting Books at the supermarket. He’s actually just a really nice guy who used to flat with some close friends of mine, but I still get star struck around Real Writers. I was caught buying cheap wine and a trashy magazine. Oh the shame! The cheap wine I could explain – it was to feed my vinegar plant. (I brought a piece back from the one that has been in my Swiss sister’s family for generations. It’s like a fungus or something that turns wine into vinegar. I don’t actually use much wine vinegar, but I just think it’s cool having my own pet vinegar plant. No one in my flat drinks wine at the moment so I had to buy some specially to feed the plant). I couldn’t think of any decent excuses for the trashy magazine (um, it’s for an assignment... I’m using it to write a found poem... honest). I tried to hide the magazine under a bag of plums. Shuddup. I just handed in an essay, my brain is mush. Tim didn’t comment anyway, he’s too lovely. I felt guilty, because I haven’t even read his latest book. It’s on the top of my pile... but it’s far too intelligent for my stressed out brain to cope with right now. Tim has just taken up a writer’s residency, so he’s pretty much writing full time. I’m so jealous!

Went out to dinner with some friends and guess who was sitting at a table behind us? None other than our Prime Minister and some of her cronies (I was tempted to go up to Parekura Horomia and ask him who the 10th Maori Labour MP is, but it was too late, I’d already handed in my essay). If they were paying any attention to our table, they’re probably stressing now that there’s going to be a massive Lesbian Greens Takeover! I don’t think the guys from the restaurant liked us much either – we took more than an hour to order, kept laughing at the waiters, and didn’t get the hints when they wanted to shut up the restaurant... I don’t think we’ll ever be allowed back. Pity, it was good food. Especially the specialty bread all the way from the waiter’s father’s village in India. Don’t ask me how they got it past customs.

Briefly considered shaving my hair. Then decided that even in summer Wellington has days when it is Far Too Cold to have no hair. Anyway, I’d probably look really silly.

Also briefly considered buying one of these for a friend of mine... but I don’t really have enough money, and even if I did, she’d probably freak about it. But I reckon it would be a great investment in NZ music. Yeah. If anyone out there has lots of money and doesn’t know what to do with it, get in touch. And while you’re at it we need some sponsorship for our Fringe Show...

Hazards

I have too many books. I’m an addict - I can’t walk past a bookshop without buying one. I can’t fit them all in my bookshelf, so they’re piled up around my room. If we ever have an earthquake (or should I say when, since we live on a fault line) I will be buried under an avalanche of books. I’ll have to read my way out.

Dilemmas

OK people, I’m hopeless at making decisions. Do you think I should go to WOMAD or should I go to Bob Dylan and Ani DiFranco? To be honest, I can’t say I’m a huge Dylan fan... When I was younger I often got confused between Bob Dylan and Dylan Thomas. As in, "He doesn’t dig poetry. He’s so unhip that when you say Dylan, he thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas, whoever he was. The man ain’t got no culture!" Maybe I should go see Fern Hill and Other Dylan Thomas? Now he’s someone I am a big fan of. Buy hey, Bob Dylan is kinda legendary, and he’s not going to be around forever, and ANI DIFRANCO is very very cool! Oooooh yeah. I wouldn’t normally be able to go, because it’s pretty expensive... but my parents have offered to shout me a ticket, to atone for their guilt because they can’t make it to my Fringe show (see above).

Improve your smiley vocabulary:

(_8( | ) Homer Simpson

o{-<]: Skater

:------) Pinocchio

=:- ( Punk Not Smiling

% -) Staring at a screen for 15 hours

Posted by Fionnaigh at February 4, 2003 05:42 PM