2007 is already turning brown

Fruit-cake the earth is warm these days ... have you noticed?

Perhaps not in the North ... but I haven't been there lately.

I apologise for not having written in this space for some time ... but I have been ever so busy at work and preparing for upcoming nuptials. This week in fact, how bizarre ... can't wait.

Reading Steppenwolf by Hesse ... charming little thing he is - And in less than six months I shall be a fully qualificado nurse specialising in psychiatric mental health. These last two interesting pieces of information may appear to have very little to do with each other but let me ASSURE you that if someone who calls themselves the "Wolf of the Steppes" doesn't have a somewhat gradiose flavour to their presentation then I'm a little bunny rabbit about to be run down by a road-train on the Plenty Highway nearby to one of the remotest bunch of sand-dunes on planet earth ... so there.

Don’t you climb those tin-roof dunes
Don’t you fall -> suburban doom.

Don’t you keep that frame of mind
you just can’t live the wishing life.

Please don’t sew synthetic seams
Don’t believe those t.v. dreams

don’t fly too high your wings will melt
don’t bring it in too low you’ll drown.




photo - the garlic harvest at the Permaforest Trust, Dec '05

antediluvian music

Plagued by the recurring idea that I am walking down the stairs towards a platform, number 19 ... I think ... the one that carries you to another platform. The soothing voice overhead gives it away ... it seems to be a big city ... must be a train station.

the rushing sound is interesting, large amounts of water I reckon.

I wonder when the flood will come ...

Flying dutchman

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photo

from

Live&LetDIY

festival

2006

Perming

Having just sojourned to Brisbane and the North Coast of NSW I have returned to the infernal inferno that is ... the CENTRE!!!!

Gig at Live&letDIY was amusing, I blew up some electrical lines and stuff ... got lost in Brisbane's oneway streets attempting to find an Allen's music store open on a Sunday (it was) in the name of buying a new transformer for me singed little pedal. Gig was short because I wasn't in the mood anymores ... and I had no real sense of time whilst in front of a half empty room and ... I don't know ... ask the Brissy punks what they reckoned.

My brother lives and manages the Permaforest Trust over near Nimbin/Uki area. So I got chauffered down there in the middle of the night and it RAINED like heavy metal falling from the sky.

There's a link to their website on the right-hand side of this page ... good bunch ... might have to spend a year there myself.
poor in money but rich in food.

I have a good recipe for corn bread which was pretty successful ...

dry ingredients
corn meal - 1 cup
spelt / wheat flour - 1.5 cups
salt - 1 teaspoon

bakin' soda/powder - 1 teaspoon

honey - 2 teaspoons

wet ingredient
egg - 1 of,
milk - 1.5 cups
butter - 45grammage

* mix the dry ingredients together
* melt honey and butter in pot then mix all the wets together
* mix them up all together in a lovely big pottage

* pour it into a buttered bread tin
*bake for 30-35 minutes ... longer if there's a roast in the oven with it.

*tip bread tin upside down and karate chop the bottom and
VOILA ... upside down corn bread.

I also met a psychopath who was riding from there through Wilcannia to Adelaide in an expected seven days ... nice bike ... psychopath.

hippies in drum circles give me the irrates.
But red daka bananas are pretty delish ... down with the cavendish!

Getting married sometime in Janvier.
Learning German.