After putting in some crazy hours to earn my time off between Xmas and New Years, Mum, Melissa and I had a fairly quite Xmas - with the other two girls chasing a White Xmas on the other side of the world.
It's really Day Zero of the test, anyway, right? At least until one of the girls makes me an auntie!
Melissa and I drove back down to Melbourne early on Boxing Day morning, and made our way to the cricket. Joining the Waving The Flag crew, here is where I was to be found for the last 4 days...well, for most of it! A couple of recovery sleep ins were required!!
The growing tradition of a sangria night at Mexicali Rose was added to, on Chick Pink Day - that could stick! Always so good!
Day 4 was Melissa's 30th birthday. A big day at the cricket - and not really referring to the match and Watto's century dramas. Special water, and dirty bubbly from the bar all day for the birthday girl, we were rowdy when stumps were called.
We made our way to the Cherry Tree for birthday drinks, where the rest of Melissa's entourage were awaiting to toast her birthday. An early closing time here led us on a search for a new bar - where we found the newly renovated Royal Saxon.
Faintly aware that we had a very early flight the next day, the evening got away from us as dusk arrived in the courtyard, and luckily we had some pizza ordered from the kitchen. Dianna produced a birthday cake, which led to a courtyard full of singing for Melissa.
A few more pub stops later, and a dirty food stop, ended my Boxing Day test for 2009, and Melissa arrived into her dirty 30s! Happy Birthday, kid!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I'll Never....
So two big things have fallen into place all in the space of a week - two things I have said I would never, never do.
I have always said I would never move back to Ballarat. I got an offer on a rental property here in Ballarat, clearly meeting my quota of crappy places to see. My little miner's cottage is in central Ballarat, and has a name plate and all. Cute, let's say petite two bedroom place - so room for visitors.
I have also said I would never go back to study, after the gruel of full time work and finishing off a Masters last time. But here I am this week with a letter saying that the University of Melbourne are delighted to offer me a place in the Masters of Social Work.
So given this track record, I will go with the gods, or fate, or fate-spite and declare this: I will never marry a lovely, independently wealthy man who will allow me to never work again. Come on!
I have always said I would never move back to Ballarat. I got an offer on a rental property here in Ballarat, clearly meeting my quota of crappy places to see. My little miner's cottage is in central Ballarat, and has a name plate and all. Cute, let's say petite two bedroom place - so room for visitors.
I have also said I would never go back to study, after the gruel of full time work and finishing off a Masters last time. But here I am this week with a letter saying that the University of Melbourne are delighted to offer me a place in the Masters of Social Work.
So given this track record, I will go with the gods, or fate, or fate-spite and declare this: I will never marry a lovely, independently wealthy man who will allow me to never work again. Come on!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Xmas Casino Royale
Friday night was our work Xmas party, and having the theme of Casino Royale, the preparations led to discussions about fur, bling, beehives and poker! What else!
Arriving into the Southbank area after spending an hour at the hairdresser, Mary met me on the tram and we soon located the Queens Loft, under Kings Way. My hairdresser was loving my request for a beehive, and demands for more height. She fussed for so long....and I loved it!
Mary and I met up with many of the Melbourne girls, all in black, some white, and sparkles. For a couple of drinks I was the only colour in the room, before the Ballarat crew arrived!
The room was decked out with a roulette table, a blackjack and poker tables, with a patient and cheeky dealer at each, handing out play chips, and coaxing winning decisions, as we all drank, giggled and caught up over the night.
Not having a clue about card games (except blackjack after many drinks), and not really into gambling, my attention span for the games was limited. Everyone had such fun, and it was a great idea for the night's activities.
As the top money maker of the night was announced, and then our funny office awards were given out, I was awarded the Consultant with the craziest clients of the year. Ahhh, the memories of all those bizarre referrals!
After some dancing, the group soon made our collective way across the road to a bar in the real Casino. I have a vague memory of having to climb over a massive pot plant to skip walking the long way around to get into the Casion, by my General Manager and Regional Manager nonetheless....amazingly I don't actually remember how that happened....probably for the best!
More drinks in a bar at Crown, led to a very late dash to McDonald's, before the Regional girls headed back to their hotel room, and I hung out for a bit before getting a taxi home. What a great night, and a top way to finish off a very hard worked year!
Arriving into the Southbank area after spending an hour at the hairdresser, Mary met me on the tram and we soon located the Queens Loft, under Kings Way. My hairdresser was loving my request for a beehive, and demands for more height. She fussed for so long....and I loved it!
Mary and I met up with many of the Melbourne girls, all in black, some white, and sparkles. For a couple of drinks I was the only colour in the room, before the Ballarat crew arrived! The room was decked out with a roulette table, a blackjack and poker tables, with a patient and cheeky dealer at each, handing out play chips, and coaxing winning decisions, as we all drank, giggled and caught up over the night.
Not having a clue about card games (except blackjack after many drinks), and not really into gambling, my attention span for the games was limited. Everyone had such fun, and it was a great idea for the night's activities.
As the top money maker of the night was announced, and then our funny office awards were given out, I was awarded the Consultant with the craziest clients of the year. Ahhh, the memories of all those bizarre referrals!
After some dancing, the group soon made our collective way across the road to a bar in the real Casino. I have a vague memory of having to climb over a massive pot plant to skip walking the long way around to get into the Casion, by my General Manager and Regional Manager nonetheless....amazingly I don't actually remember how that happened....probably for the best!More drinks in a bar at Crown, led to a very late dash to McDonald's, before the Regional girls headed back to their hotel room, and I hung out for a bit before getting a taxi home. What a great night, and a top way to finish off a very hard worked year!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
B.C.
I made it back down to Melbourne after a crazy day of crisis, spray tan and rain, and traffic madness to meet Jenny at the Arts Centre and the little side theatre, Black Box. We were booked to see B.C., which caught our eye due to the casting inclusions.
Walking into the tiny room, and grabbed an unallocated seat, the crowd filing in were bemused by the young man sitting on stage, on a bench, messily eating fired chicken. Calling out sporadically, making strange comments and inane observations, Dylan Young played intellectually disabled and bird obsessed Gabriel.
Nicole De Silva, much loved Stella in Rush, played Mary, in a modernised Aussie neighbourhood Immaculate Conception story. Our love of Rush and Stella and Michael meet here, with Ashley Zukerman playing a wog Joseph - complete with tracksuit and accent of the 'hood. And very well done at that.
This portrayal of the bible story has themes ranging from coming of age, carer roles, cancer and sickness anxiety, family dysfunction, hinted incest, disability discrimiation, and a developing love story between our two main actors.
Funny, cringe worthy and heart warming all at once, the play left a feeling of distaste at the modern suburban existence...and yet faith also.
Walking into the tiny room, and grabbed an unallocated seat, the crowd filing in were bemused by the young man sitting on stage, on a bench, messily eating fired chicken. Calling out sporadically, making strange comments and inane observations, Dylan Young played intellectually disabled and bird obsessed Gabriel.Nicole De Silva, much loved Stella in Rush, played Mary, in a modernised Aussie neighbourhood Immaculate Conception story. Our love of Rush and Stella and Michael meet here, with Ashley Zukerman playing a wog Joseph - complete with tracksuit and accent of the 'hood. And very well done at that.
This portrayal of the bible story has themes ranging from coming of age, carer roles, cancer and sickness anxiety, family dysfunction, hinted incest, disability discrimiation, and a developing love story between our two main actors.
Funny, cringe worthy and heart warming all at once, the play left a feeling of distaste at the modern suburban existence...and yet faith also.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Santa Pub Crawl
I arrived at Naughton's yesterday, barely recognising the old uni haunt, and broke my personal rule of not drinking on my own, as I waited for my fellow pub crawl participants to arrive. Mary soon joined me, and when Melissa, Greg and Nick arrived, we ordered a pub lunch and pints to start the day.
Revisiting the pubs of my uni days was a bit of a let down, with Naughton's almost unrecognisable from those days, and The Clyde not open in time for us, the next on the Carlton North route was Percy's. We walked in, Santa hats adorned to the old man pub interior and some strange looks. Nick proposed that we were in Mafia territory as we were surrounded by old Carlton gang (and footy) photos on the walls.
Next was the Irish themed Pugg Mahones, after Greg and Nick finally submitting to the pressure of wearing santa hats for the day. A pot was had at one of the little tables in the back area, after having the front bar watch us walk through with stares.
Around the corner onto Nicholson Street was another old haunt of mine when I lived around here, the Clare Castle. Coming a long way since it's dingy interior provided cheap pub meals at poor student prices, this modernised pub has a coffee machine and cake counter! No! As we settled in for our pot, we decided we may have to double up here, so that we could get a listen to the band warming up. The hippy look, strange tuning sounds, and our giggly anticipation were met by Amy and Tammany, and foam snow covered Meggsy. As the band started all our predictions came true, and we downed our pot and fled...much to the horror of the apparently diehard fans of the Songwriters Guild. Oops!
Getting to the Rathdowne Tavern we were joined by elves, a candy-cane wielding Robbie, and a Santa-suited Springer. Greg and I discovered the strange bathroom water feature, before we moved on to the Dan O'Connell, and were joined by more festive people for the festive rounds.
Drinking in the front bar of The Brandon, James joined us, who I haven't seen since his big overseas adventures. We negotiated a quick stop at The Kent, who were wary of a big, rowdy group, assuring them we were just there for one, amid their Xmas lunching crowd.
Our first bonus stop on route was Gerald's Bar, a much recommended spot, just around the corner from home, and never visited. With the sun shining through the lace curtains at the front window, our round was a brew out of a very tall beer bottle....of which I have no recollection of the name!
The Rising Sun, which is actually a wine bar called Enoteca now, would not have a bar of us, and as I dared to wander in to use the facilities, I was chased in and out by the staff. Hmmm.
Decking out a long outside table in the barmy dusk Melbourne night at The Great Northern, our group paused here for our pot and a much needed feed. Great food at one of my favorite pubs, and one of my locals for the last 2 years. This is actually the end of the route, but there were a few more stops begging for our attention, and our thirst, in the area!
Walking along Pigdon Street our large group accosted a passer by to take a funny, large group photo, before we visited Bar Nothing. Here, with their 6 cocktails for $20 special, we had a round of sweet pink Sandra Sully's, and were then transported back to the late 90s with a Fruit Tingle. This bar is very cute, rustic, and again, another great bar so close to my house, and yet not visited until now.
Rounding out our Santa pub crawl at The Empress for one last, tired beer, this is the end of my crazy drinking year! Such fun! So many great drinking places found around Melbourne, through the Project 2009 and the many pub crawls of the year. I have certainly made up for last year's forced sobriety!
Revisiting the pubs of my uni days was a bit of a let down, with Naughton's almost unrecognisable from those days, and The Clyde not open in time for us, the next on the Carlton North route was Percy's. We walked in, Santa hats adorned to the old man pub interior and some strange looks. Nick proposed that we were in Mafia territory as we were surrounded by old Carlton gang (and footy) photos on the walls.
Next was the Irish themed Pugg Mahones, after Greg and Nick finally submitting to the pressure of wearing santa hats for the day. A pot was had at one of the little tables in the back area, after having the front bar watch us walk through with stares.Around the corner onto Nicholson Street was another old haunt of mine when I lived around here, the Clare Castle. Coming a long way since it's dingy interior provided cheap pub meals at poor student prices, this modernised pub has a coffee machine and cake counter! No! As we settled in for our pot, we decided we may have to double up here, so that we could get a listen to the band warming up. The hippy look, strange tuning sounds, and our giggly anticipation were met by Amy and Tammany, and foam snow covered Meggsy. As the band started all our predictions came true, and we downed our pot and fled...much to the horror of the apparently diehard fans of the Songwriters Guild. Oops!
Getting to the Rathdowne Tavern we were joined by elves, a candy-cane wielding Robbie, and a Santa-suited Springer. Greg and I discovered the strange bathroom water feature, before we moved on to the Dan O'Connell, and were joined by more festive people for the festive rounds. Drinking in the front bar of The Brandon, James joined us, who I haven't seen since his big overseas adventures. We negotiated a quick stop at The Kent, who were wary of a big, rowdy group, assuring them we were just there for one, amid their Xmas lunching crowd.
Our first bonus stop on route was Gerald's Bar, a much recommended spot, just around the corner from home, and never visited. With the sun shining through the lace curtains at the front window, our round was a brew out of a very tall beer bottle....of which I have no recollection of the name!
The Rising Sun, which is actually a wine bar called Enoteca now, would not have a bar of us, and as I dared to wander in to use the facilities, I was chased in and out by the staff. Hmmm. Decking out a long outside table in the barmy dusk Melbourne night at The Great Northern, our group paused here for our pot and a much needed feed. Great food at one of my favorite pubs, and one of my locals for the last 2 years. This is actually the end of the route, but there were a few more stops begging for our attention, and our thirst, in the area!
Walking along Pigdon Street our large group accosted a passer by to take a funny, large group photo, before we visited Bar Nothing. Here, with their 6 cocktails for $20 special, we had a round of sweet pink Sandra Sully's, and were then transported back to the late 90s with a Fruit Tingle. This bar is very cute, rustic, and again, another great bar so close to my house, and yet not visited until now.
Rounding out our Santa pub crawl at The Empress for one last, tired beer, this is the end of my crazy drinking year! Such fun! So many great drinking places found around Melbourne, through the Project 2009 and the many pub crawls of the year. I have certainly made up for last year's forced sobriety!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Jersey Boys
Before Katie heads off to the other side of the world to have Xmas with Jessie, Melissa thought that we could all get together as a little family, as Mum's Xmas present, and see Jersey Boys. The actual event was to be a surprise for Mum, and amid her protests and proclimations of all the things she wouldn't like, Melissa struck a winner with this one.
Driving down in the belting and sudden rain, we met Melissa at my house, and had her lovingly prepared dinner. Bless her! Risotto and wine, and strawberries dipped in chocolate, this served as our family Xmas meal, bon bon popping included.
We found a dream park not far from the Princess' Theatre, and between rain showers, made our way inside and to our seats.
The story of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Opening with a French version of Oh What A Night, and the announcement that this track was Number 1 (in France) in 2000, all these years after the boom of The Four Seasons, we are then taken back to the beginning and the discovery of Francis' voice, Bob Gaudio's songwriting, and the path to fame and chart topping hits. The stage show also takes you behind the scenes, and tells the stories behind the men, their mistakes and trouble they find themselves in, and the battles this leads within the group.
Breaking through to the charts, and before us on the stage, with Sherry, the show led us through the different starts and formations of the band, and then their big hits like Walk Like A Man, and Can't Take My Eyes Off You.
Driving down in the belting and sudden rain, we met Melissa at my house, and had her lovingly prepared dinner. Bless her! Risotto and wine, and strawberries dipped in chocolate, this served as our family Xmas meal, bon bon popping included.
We found a dream park not far from the Princess' Theatre, and between rain showers, made our way inside and to our seats.The story of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Opening with a French version of Oh What A Night, and the announcement that this track was Number 1 (in France) in 2000, all these years after the boom of The Four Seasons, we are then taken back to the beginning and the discovery of Francis' voice, Bob Gaudio's songwriting, and the path to fame and chart topping hits. The stage show also takes you behind the scenes, and tells the stories behind the men, their mistakes and trouble they find themselves in, and the battles this leads within the group.
Breaking through to the charts, and before us on the stage, with Sherry, the show led us through the different starts and formations of the band, and then their big hits like Walk Like A Man, and Can't Take My Eyes Off You.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
The Boroughs
Sunday Nicole and I ventured out to be what was billed as a New York City inspired music celebration, with Aussie music talent, billed as The Boroughs. Following a map, and making my way into the wasteland that seems to be the Docklands area at the top of the city grid, finding deadend and unended streets, and other people wandering around lost, I finally made it to the waters edge...and heard music. If it wasn't for the first act breaking the tranquil silence of the dock, I may never have found Shed 4 along North Wharf Road (which doesn't exist in reality!).
Being a surprise hot day amidst a fairly mild week, as we walked into the massise shed we were met with the stifling heat of the enclosed space. The fumes of graffiti art in progress, we walked into the small area utilised for the event, decked out in shipping countainers. Wilfred Jackal were playing to a small gathering, in the small space in front of the stage. Setting the flavour of indie bands, and lads in skinny jeans, the male dominated bill carried on to The Hello Morning, who were probably my pick of the bands I hadn't heard before for the day.
Nicole and I walked around the little event, grabbing some tokens for drinks, and walking through the handful of stalls of records and art. We ventured past the skater ramp down the back, and then returned to the stage area for the Frowning Clouds. Haning seen them last weekend, I was looking forward to hearing them again. The Beatles inspired sounds and looks got the crowd up and dancing in no time, as this little Geelong talent engaged the crowd and harmonised our ears.
We popped outside for an air break between sets (to the smokers haven in the sun), and had the wood fire pizza on offer as the fare of the day, before listening to Bachelor of Arts and then the Hot Little Hands. One miss, one hit....
Miami Horror, which packed out the crowd, and really had full participation. This is one of the times I realise that I just don't listen to the radio, and thus, don't always know what the kids today are listening to! Ha!
But the next demonstration of that was the arrival of Yves Klein Blue on stage - my, haven't these lads become insanely popular since their album launch! The crowd went crazy, and knew all their big tracks.
Released tracks like Make Up Your Mind, were backed up by album and EP gems like Summer Sheets, and Silence Is Distance. The restless and obnoixous and drunk crowd soon demanded (actually shouted out) that they play something they knew! The boys responded with Getting Wise, dedicated Soilder to all the young men in the crowd, before their signature Polka rounded out the awesome set, to full crowd voice participation.
Newly crowned ARIA winner, and only female artist on the bill, Bertie Blackman headlined to the packed little space, adorned with full monk cape for her set. Opening with Sky Is Falling, here it was more evident to me that the sound in this cavernous venue was echoy, and Bertie trying to counteract the space, which sadly led to her rasping her voice through the beautiful White Owl.
Bringing sexy back, Bertie played Come To Bed and Lust And Found, chatting to the audience between tracks. She talked about the cape as her prop for Byrds Of Prey, and pulled out her cover of Phil Collins' Something In The Air. Amazing. Thump was a sensation, and why she has that pointly little award in her possession this year, before she rounded out with a dedication to seeing Fleetwood Mac this week, with a cover of Thunder Only Happens When Its Raining.
The event in theory is a good one, but the location and venue itself, with the sound and heat and underutilised space was disappointing. Being on a Sunday was also a weird choice. But admitttedly, during the day we were unsure of The Boroughs, the last two acts made the day for us, and thus this little indie gig concept will surely grow from this beginning.
Being a surprise hot day amidst a fairly mild week, as we walked into the massise shed we were met with the stifling heat of the enclosed space. The fumes of graffiti art in progress, we walked into the small area utilised for the event, decked out in shipping countainers. Wilfred Jackal were playing to a small gathering, in the small space in front of the stage. Setting the flavour of indie bands, and lads in skinny jeans, the male dominated bill carried on to The Hello Morning, who were probably my pick of the bands I hadn't heard before for the day.
Nicole and I walked around the little event, grabbing some tokens for drinks, and walking through the handful of stalls of records and art. We ventured past the skater ramp down the back, and then returned to the stage area for the Frowning Clouds. Haning seen them last weekend, I was looking forward to hearing them again. The Beatles inspired sounds and looks got the crowd up and dancing in no time, as this little Geelong talent engaged the crowd and harmonised our ears.We popped outside for an air break between sets (to the smokers haven in the sun), and had the wood fire pizza on offer as the fare of the day, before listening to Bachelor of Arts and then the Hot Little Hands. One miss, one hit....
Miami Horror, which packed out the crowd, and really had full participation. This is one of the times I realise that I just don't listen to the radio, and thus, don't always know what the kids today are listening to! Ha!
But the next demonstration of that was the arrival of Yves Klein Blue on stage - my, haven't these lads become insanely popular since their album launch! The crowd went crazy, and knew all their big tracks. Released tracks like Make Up Your Mind, were backed up by album and EP gems like Summer Sheets, and Silence Is Distance. The restless and obnoixous and drunk crowd soon demanded (actually shouted out) that they play something they knew! The boys responded with Getting Wise, dedicated Soilder to all the young men in the crowd, before their signature Polka rounded out the awesome set, to full crowd voice participation.
Newly crowned ARIA winner, and only female artist on the bill, Bertie Blackman headlined to the packed little space, adorned with full monk cape for her set. Opening with Sky Is Falling, here it was more evident to me that the sound in this cavernous venue was echoy, and Bertie trying to counteract the space, which sadly led to her rasping her voice through the beautiful White Owl. Bringing sexy back, Bertie played Come To Bed and Lust And Found, chatting to the audience between tracks. She talked about the cape as her prop for Byrds Of Prey, and pulled out her cover of Phil Collins' Something In The Air. Amazing. Thump was a sensation, and why she has that pointly little award in her possession this year, before she rounded out with a dedication to seeing Fleetwood Mac this week, with a cover of Thunder Only Happens When Its Raining.
The event in theory is a good one, but the location and venue itself, with the sound and heat and underutilised space was disappointing. Being on a Sunday was also a weird choice. But admitttedly, during the day we were unsure of The Boroughs, the last two acts made the day for us, and thus this little indie gig concept will surely grow from this beginning.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Passports with Purpose
Reading about Caitlin's contribution of 2 awesome prizes to the Passports With Purpose fundraiser, I have discovered a cause that must have the word spread! Passports With Purpose are raising funds to build a school in rural Cambodia, something I am very much passionate about.
Passports With Purpose are a group of travel bloggers around the world, putting their blogs and readership's attention to worthy use!
Looking at the details of the American Assistance for Cambodia (AAfC)/ Japan Relief for Cambodia (JRfC), they have managed to assist many villiages in rural Cambodia so far, with the map littered with the individual school, and personal accounts of the positive impact this has had to teachers, students, and the community.
They have almost met their fundraising target, however there are many additions that can be contributed to a small community, that will bring education, and empowerment to the children in villages. $10US will get you an entry into the raffle, of some very impressive prizes. So jump over, pledge a donation, maybe win a great prize, but more importantly, make a different in a Khmer communities lives and future.
Passports With Purpose are a group of travel bloggers around the world, putting their blogs and readership's attention to worthy use!
Looking at the details of the American Assistance for Cambodia (AAfC)/ Japan Relief for Cambodia (JRfC), they have managed to assist many villiages in rural Cambodia so far, with the map littered with the individual school, and personal accounts of the positive impact this has had to teachers, students, and the community.
They have almost met their fundraising target, however there are many additions that can be contributed to a small community, that will bring education, and empowerment to the children in villages. $10US will get you an entry into the raffle, of some very impressive prizes. So jump over, pledge a donation, maybe win a great prize, but more importantly, make a different in a Khmer communities lives and future.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Howling Bells
Making my way to The Corner Hotel, I met Maria and Gina inside the venue in time for a beverage and to catch the second act of the evening. Three piece Canvas Kites arrived on the side stage, and played their indie rock tracks, to an engaged audience. Mary arrived during this set, and we all enjoyed the Kites' Wayside, intense drumming, and a new little band discovery with potential.
We then made our way to the front area of the main stage, in preparation for the start of the Howling Bells, to a not quite full bandroom. An Aussie band who now call London home.
A couple of tracks in, Low Happening really starting the evening, with the crowd responding. Juanita was so enchanting in her London style sequined top, chatting and joking with the crowd, and dancing with her bandmates. And her voice is just amazing!
A Ballad For The Bleeding Hearts and Setting Sun featured, and Broken Bones was amazing, and the song that stuck in my head for the rest of the night.
Nightingale had the crowd contributing to the percussion, and Treasure Hunt was a clear favorite. The band's reproduction of their album sound was near perfect, and really impressed.
A one track encore left the droud wanting more, and would surely ensure a sold out gig next times these guys are in town.
We then made our way to the front area of the main stage, in preparation for the start of the Howling Bells, to a not quite full bandroom. An Aussie band who now call London home.
A couple of tracks in, Low Happening really starting the evening, with the crowd responding. Juanita was so enchanting in her London style sequined top, chatting and joking with the crowd, and dancing with her bandmates. And her voice is just amazing!A Ballad For The Bleeding Hearts and Setting Sun featured, and Broken Bones was amazing, and the song that stuck in my head for the rest of the night.
Nightingale had the crowd contributing to the percussion, and Treasure Hunt was a clear favorite. The band's reproduction of their album sound was near perfect, and really impressed.
A one track encore left the droud wanting more, and would surely ensure a sold out gig next times these guys are in town.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Oh Mercy and The Veils
Last night, in a weekend of back to back gigs, Nicole and I met outside the Curtin House and made our way upstairs to the Toff in Town, for the near sold out gig.
Grabbing a beer, and checking out the band members in the crowd, everyone shuffled up to the stage in anticipation for Oh Mercy to begin. Opening and closing with Seemed Like A Good Idea and Lay Everything On Me, the little foursome played their tunes from their LP and EP, plus the inclusion of the Demo tracks like Salvation Jane and Holding On.
Astrid, No was introduced as a track about Alex and Thom's crush on their Kinda teacher. Met A Wizard and Broken Ears were lovely, and In My Stride started with a hint at it's origin.
Get You Back was a big crowd favourite, with two new songs, one with the line I'm A Single Man/Don't Fuck Up My Plans, and the other with Thom on lead vocals. A great set, and our reason for coming out this night.
The headliners of the evening were The Veils, of which the Oh Mercy boys profess their fanhood for. Finn Andrews graced the stage with his iconic hat, and played the set with enthusiasm for the enthusiastic crowd, but also melancholy about it being the last gig for the year, and also fatigue from a big year. Playing a specific request from Oh Mercy's Thom, some words were forgotten, and apologies and explanations of tracks rarely played.
The Toff is such a great music venue, which last night just shone through. People shut up for the acts, totally into the band and their efforts, which in turn encourage said bands to chat and engage with their audience. A venue for finding artists, and hearing them at their intimate best, with actual music lovers all around.
Grabbing a beer, and checking out the band members in the crowd, everyone shuffled up to the stage in anticipation for Oh Mercy to begin. Opening and closing with Seemed Like A Good Idea and Lay Everything On Me, the little foursome played their tunes from their LP and EP, plus the inclusion of the Demo tracks like Salvation Jane and Holding On.
Astrid, No was introduced as a track about Alex and Thom's crush on their Kinda teacher. Met A Wizard and Broken Ears were lovely, and In My Stride started with a hint at it's origin.
Get You Back was a big crowd favourite, with two new songs, one with the line I'm A Single Man/Don't Fuck Up My Plans, and the other with Thom on lead vocals. A great set, and our reason for coming out this night.
The headliners of the evening were The Veils, of which the Oh Mercy boys profess their fanhood for. Finn Andrews graced the stage with his iconic hat, and played the set with enthusiasm for the enthusiastic crowd, but also melancholy about it being the last gig for the year, and also fatigue from a big year. Playing a specific request from Oh Mercy's Thom, some words were forgotten, and apologies and explanations of tracks rarely played.
The Toff is such a great music venue, which last night just shone through. People shut up for the acts, totally into the band and their efforts, which in turn encourage said bands to chat and engage with their audience. A venue for finding artists, and hearing them at their intimate best, with actual music lovers all around.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Let You Down Easy
Last night Nicole and I braved the bucketing down rain, and made our way to the East Brunswick Club, and were one of the first 50 people to gain entry (possibly in the first 5, truth be known!), and thus scored ourselves a free copy of the single to be launched this evening.
We made our way in, grabbed a beer, and claimed a piece of standing room on the sticky carpet, for the first band up on the bill, Alpine. Formally Swiss, apparently. Two girls at the front, all glitter and dance, and dressed for a big gig in front of a growing audience. The 4 boys around them on drums and guitar, were in skinny jeans and the first t-shirt they happened upon as they left the house. This little, fresh indie pop band has potential. The girls chatted and danced and engaged the audience, and displayed some vocal quirkiness to be remembered.
Next up were the Beatles-styled haircuts of Geelong lads, Frowning Clouds. Another engaging band, with cute vocals, and talented musicians.
The bandroom emptied, and then filled again, as the Hungry Kids Of Hungary set up the stage, complete with huge coloured helium balloons, to match the cover of their new single, Let You Down. They played a collection of their tracks from their EPs, and some new songs to be laid down for an album in the next few months, they tell us. Releasing the balloons to the crowd and inviting people up on stage for a song soon got out of control Scattered Diamonds, Old Money, and Set It Right got massive crowd participation, clearly the result of some Triple J plays, and praised the Melbourne weather!
We made our way in, grabbed a beer, and claimed a piece of standing room on the sticky carpet, for the first band up on the bill, Alpine. Formally Swiss, apparently. Two girls at the front, all glitter and dance, and dressed for a big gig in front of a growing audience. The 4 boys around them on drums and guitar, were in skinny jeans and the first t-shirt they happened upon as they left the house. This little, fresh indie pop band has potential. The girls chatted and danced and engaged the audience, and displayed some vocal quirkiness to be remembered.
Next up were the Beatles-styled haircuts of Geelong lads, Frowning Clouds. Another engaging band, with cute vocals, and talented musicians.
The bandroom emptied, and then filled again, as the Hungry Kids Of Hungary set up the stage, complete with huge coloured helium balloons, to match the cover of their new single, Let You Down. They played a collection of their tracks from their EPs, and some new songs to be laid down for an album in the next few months, they tell us. Releasing the balloons to the crowd and inviting people up on stage for a song soon got out of control Scattered Diamonds, Old Money, and Set It Right got massive crowd participation, clearly the result of some Triple J plays, and praised the Melbourne weather!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
A Wished For Song
This afternoon I drove across town to South Melbourne, to find Raw Gallery. Faster Louder had had an article at the start of the month about an exhibit that this little gallery is hosting, with opening night being last night.
The photographic exhibit is that of Merri Cyr's shots of Jeff Buckley. Merri shot the iconic cover of Grace, the back cover, and also that cover with the mirror image for Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk.
This little gallery is a shopfront really, with a front room, and a little alcove, for their exhibits. They run feature exhibits every other month, with their regular collection on display
Flipping through the book, placed on the table as you walk in, titled the same as the exhibit, I happened upon a quote from Eddie Vedder, stating his wonder at Jeff doing a cover of Pearl Jam's Indifference.
Some 35 images of Jeff adorn the white walls, many of which are part of album cover photo shoots, and several of of Jeff during this time, just in repose, hanging out, so real. This young, fresh, captivating face with such talent, gone too soon. It's clear that he was very comfortable with his photographer, and legend has it that he launched her music photography career, by insisting she be the artist to do the cover of Grace.
The Sin-E shot, which featured on his live EP, shows the venue where Jeff launched his career really - a small room with him in the corner, and the few patrons barely paying him any attention.
The collection is on display at Raw, until Xmas eve.
The photographic exhibit is that of Merri Cyr's shots of Jeff Buckley. Merri shot the iconic cover of Grace, the back cover, and also that cover with the mirror image for Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk.
This little gallery is a shopfront really, with a front room, and a little alcove, for their exhibits. They run feature exhibits every other month, with their regular collection on display
Flipping through the book, placed on the table as you walk in, titled the same as the exhibit, I happened upon a quote from Eddie Vedder, stating his wonder at Jeff doing a cover of Pearl Jam's Indifference.
Some 35 images of Jeff adorn the white walls, many of which are part of album cover photo shoots, and several of of Jeff during this time, just in repose, hanging out, so real. This young, fresh, captivating face with such talent, gone too soon. It's clear that he was very comfortable with his photographer, and legend has it that he launched her music photography career, by insisting she be the artist to do the cover of Grace.
The Sin-E shot, which featured on his live EP, shows the venue where Jeff launched his career really - a small room with him in the corner, and the few patrons barely paying him any attention.
The collection is on display at Raw, until Xmas eve.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Top 5: Bars In Melbourne
With the Project 2009 winding down for the year in terms of regular organised bar destinations, given Xmas parties and work functions for the rest of our working Friday nights, we have actually found some great beverage venues this year. Little tucked away hole-in-the-wall, down little alleyways we never knew existed, very cool and themed bar concepts.
The Canary Club has been my favourite find of the year. Great mezzanine, gorgeous booths, attentive and friendly table service, amazing sangria and tapas. Totally worth walking down the toilet smelling Melbourne Place to find!
Section 8 is a bar I should have known about, one I had heard about, but had not been to until it was drawn from the bar secrets pack for the week. A shipping container, a load of woodern pallet crates to sit on, a portable looking bar, and the wire cage creates an atmoshpere in the middle of the city buildings around it. Summer, it's perfect, but for winter they put up a shed-stype roof, for a whole other feel to the place.
Although it wasn't a Friday night drinking destination on the invite list, a few of us went to the opening of Campari House, which certainly makes it to this list of bars for the year. This bar has the versitility of dining and drinks out in Hardware Lane, booth style private drinks possibility, and a gorgeous rooftop bar, complete with astro turf.
Cabinet was a destination that had just two of us attend on the week it was drawn...and yet I think this little tucked away place is such a find! A balcony overlooking the bustling Swantson Street, and it's collection of table clusters and decor, make it a place to pop into for a quite one.
Gin Palace and Croft Institute are squeezing in as a joint mention on the list of 5 (and 5a perhaps!) GP for it's dark, ornate interior, with it's clusters of seats, and friendly and cheeky bar staff. Not for it's prices, alas. The Croft for it's novelty theme, and it's hidden-ness in an alley off an alley off a lane of inner CBD Melbourne.
Cheers!
The Canary Club has been my favourite find of the year. Great mezzanine, gorgeous booths, attentive and friendly table service, amazing sangria and tapas. Totally worth walking down the toilet smelling Melbourne Place to find!
Section 8 is a bar I should have known about, one I had heard about, but had not been to until it was drawn from the bar secrets pack for the week. A shipping container, a load of woodern pallet crates to sit on, a portable looking bar, and the wire cage creates an atmoshpere in the middle of the city buildings around it. Summer, it's perfect, but for winter they put up a shed-stype roof, for a whole other feel to the place.
Although it wasn't a Friday night drinking destination on the invite list, a few of us went to the opening of Campari House, which certainly makes it to this list of bars for the year. This bar has the versitility of dining and drinks out in Hardware Lane, booth style private drinks possibility, and a gorgeous rooftop bar, complete with astro turf.
Cabinet was a destination that had just two of us attend on the week it was drawn...and yet I think this little tucked away place is such a find! A balcony overlooking the bustling Swantson Street, and it's collection of table clusters and decor, make it a place to pop into for a quite one.
Gin Palace and Croft Institute are squeezing in as a joint mention on the list of 5 (and 5a perhaps!) GP for it's dark, ornate interior, with it's clusters of seats, and friendly and cheeky bar staff. Not for it's prices, alas. The Croft for it's novelty theme, and it's hidden-ness in an alley off an alley off a lane of inner CBD Melbourne.
Cheers!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Top 5: Albums This Year
In the spirit of the ARIAs, of which I am watching as I write, I thought I would share my favourite albums of the year. Given that I don't actually listen to the radio, and find my music through recommendations from others, recommendations from last.fm and my 'friends' on there, with a find at a gig, or just pure loyalty with my Aussie bands, my picks are quite different to those getting statues tonight. Although a couple have nominations.
No surprise, given my ravings, and gig attendance frequency over the last couple of years, that The Basics' Keep Your Friends Close. The pain, and angst delivered in these tracks is just disarming. They are so great live, such a talent. And the harmonies....so sweet!
As Day Follow Night by Sarah Blasko. This album totally feels like home for me. I feel like it's spot on with how I feel, and where I am at in life. The fact that Ms Blasko is about my age, and thus the same level of life experience opportunities under her belt, really comes through in these 12 tracks for me. She's just lovely! OH! And she just won Best Female Artist! See! Even mainstream Australia appreciates her!
The Temper Trap and their Conditions. Just amazing. Seeing them at the start of this year, as support for Franz Ferdinand, and then seeing and hearing them soar on to international radars. Very impressive. But what's more impressive is that voice!
The Privileged Woes of Oh Mercy. Or possibly their EP before that, In The Nude For Love, has best the most joy for me. From seeing them play a tiny, nothing gig 18 months ago, to noting their efforts with supporting every band possible, touring their butts off, working so hard. Our little lads and Eliza from Carlton.
I was obsessed with Little Birdy's Confetti release, with total anticipation before it's release, to hanging to see them live for the first time. Katy was a sensation. So good.
Discoveries for me for the year have been The Decemberists, and just this week, Florence + The Machine. Secrets And Lies, by Bertie Blackman should definately get a mention, too, for this collection of musical thoughts.
No surprise, given my ravings, and gig attendance frequency over the last couple of years, that The Basics' Keep Your Friends Close. The pain, and angst delivered in these tracks is just disarming. They are so great live, such a talent. And the harmonies....so sweet!
As Day Follow Night by Sarah Blasko. This album totally feels like home for me. I feel like it's spot on with how I feel, and where I am at in life. The fact that Ms Blasko is about my age, and thus the same level of life experience opportunities under her belt, really comes through in these 12 tracks for me. She's just lovely! OH! And she just won Best Female Artist! See! Even mainstream Australia appreciates her!
The Temper Trap and their Conditions. Just amazing. Seeing them at the start of this year, as support for Franz Ferdinand, and then seeing and hearing them soar on to international radars. Very impressive. But what's more impressive is that voice!
The Privileged Woes of Oh Mercy. Or possibly their EP before that, In The Nude For Love, has best the most joy for me. From seeing them play a tiny, nothing gig 18 months ago, to noting their efforts with supporting every band possible, touring their butts off, working so hard. Our little lads and Eliza from Carlton.
I was obsessed with Little Birdy's Confetti release, with total anticipation before it's release, to hanging to see them live for the first time. Katy was a sensation. So good.
Discoveries for me for the year have been The Decemberists, and just this week, Florence + The Machine. Secrets And Lies, by Bertie Blackman should definately get a mention, too, for this collection of musical thoughts.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
MSW?
You know how a big, life changing decision comes out of the blue? It lands at your feet, and you look at it for a bit, and then pick it up, and it just feels right? One such thought has hit me in the last couple of weeks.....and it's taking force!
So, I attended an Information Session this afternoon, at the University of Melbourne. For the Master of Social Work.
I had actually found inspiration for this, the thought of it, from a blog I stumbled upon on the Randomiser on NaBloPoMo. She's doing what I want to be doing!
This feels like the answer to the 'what do I want to be when I grow up' question. I mean, I am a Social Worker, working as a Psychologist, registered and recognised as neither. I need professional registration of some form. This feels like the way to get that, do some learning again, and jump into a profession that I am, and can be, passionate about.
I was actually hoping that they would talk me out of this big idea today! I told them that, too! But they told me that my background would be advantage for the course, that I would do well given my experience, and clearly they could see 'research student potential' written on me. They were really encouraging, and supportive, and informative - but also real about how this course would work for people in the real world, ie people who have to work to pay the rent, feed themselves, etc. That is refreshing!
So, I attended an Information Session this afternoon, at the University of Melbourne. For the Master of Social Work.
I had actually found inspiration for this, the thought of it, from a blog I stumbled upon on the Randomiser on NaBloPoMo. She's doing what I want to be doing!
This feels like the answer to the 'what do I want to be when I grow up' question. I mean, I am a Social Worker, working as a Psychologist, registered and recognised as neither. I need professional registration of some form. This feels like the way to get that, do some learning again, and jump into a profession that I am, and can be, passionate about.
I was actually hoping that they would talk me out of this big idea today! I told them that, too! But they told me that my background would be advantage for the course, that I would do well given my experience, and clearly they could see 'research student potential' written on me. They were really encouraging, and supportive, and informative - but also real about how this course would work for people in the real world, ie people who have to work to pay the rent, feed themselves, etc. That is refreshing!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Blogging Just For The Challenge
I have absolutely no topic in my head to blog about today! This is the challenge with NaBloPoMo! Needs an idea everyday! And I am fresh out!
This morning I walked around the lake, first time for about a week. And then felt totally wired all day - have to remember that when the alarms goes off each morning and the temptation of snooze and sleep for another hour tries to win!
When I finally get to work, I call a real estate agent who had advertised a new apartment for lease, which I am convinced could be The One! I had been thinking about it all evening. A perfect, almost novelty living place, for my year of rent. I make an appointment to see said apartment, at 12 noon.
In the process, I distract everyone else in the office, who had probably been working solidly for about 3 hours before I drag my arse in. Oops! I always do...am such a distraction!
Then I get an invite via email to an event next week, which is super exciting.
I try to make a few phone calls to make sure one of my Injured Worker's return to work is all set to go smoothly this afternoon. Leave a bunch of messages, confirmed nothing, start to worry. I start someone else's assessment report.
Run next door to get my dose of coffee from Cafe Lekker, where the girls know my order. This is also an attempt to help me settle into work, and stop distracting myself, and everyone around me. Ha!
At 12 I pop out, after telling everyone who would listen about my potential dream apartment. Meet the agent, and she tries to get us in, but no luck. Her key is presumably the wrong one. Conspiracy theories enter my head...maybe she's promised MY place to someone else! Maybe I'll miss out! No! We agree on another time, next week. My potential dream apartment (or shit rental property number 5 on this search) awaits.
I have my aforementioned Injured Worker pop in for the paperwork that says he can go back to work, and what he can do, and how long he can do it for. We chat about how he's feeling about it all, and he's all set. I am a little nervous cos noone has assured me at the other end, but still, this is a big positive step!
I write a bit more of the assessment report. We chat more in the office, telling stories, or laugh about someone's silly phone conversation.
I get some calls, I make some calls. I enter my cases notes, I keep working on the assessment report. I send a report to someone again, which I sent them last week, but they claim they didn't get. I just forward it again, so they can bloody well see that I sent it last week.
I get an email from my Injured Worker's Employer, saying all has gone well today, he's back at work, and things have been all good. Awesome. I remember, in quiet celebration, that I haven't had lunch, and decide to go searching on foot for sushi in Ballarat.
I walk to Central Square, buy weird sushi from the food court, and run into Katie as I am walking back. We plan what's for dinner, and what time I'll make it home home tonight.
I pump out the remainder of the big chunk of the assessment report, now just for the research-y bit...home stretch. I get an email asking about another report I have to do, and set on belting out both before I leave the office tonight.
We all settle in, and get loads of work done. The other two go home from work at respectable times, and I polish off the first report, and then beeline to get the second one done. I email them out, invoice, close a file, make a funding request for my recommendations. Shut down my computer.
I drive down Sturt Street, pick up dinner for Katie and me on the way home, and we eat in front of the tv. Mum comes home, and we bond in front of Aussie drama. We all figure out an over-complicated plan for tomorrow, and Katie proves she is a top sister!
Now, here I am back at Jo's, for the last night, blogging, and listening to a song that tells me 'my boy builds coffins, he makes them all day....' A new, enchanting and lovely musical discovery, sent with love by Jessie in London. Thanks gorgeous!
Good day!
This morning I walked around the lake, first time for about a week. And then felt totally wired all day - have to remember that when the alarms goes off each morning and the temptation of snooze and sleep for another hour tries to win!
When I finally get to work, I call a real estate agent who had advertised a new apartment for lease, which I am convinced could be The One! I had been thinking about it all evening. A perfect, almost novelty living place, for my year of rent. I make an appointment to see said apartment, at 12 noon.
In the process, I distract everyone else in the office, who had probably been working solidly for about 3 hours before I drag my arse in. Oops! I always do...am such a distraction!
Then I get an invite via email to an event next week, which is super exciting.
I try to make a few phone calls to make sure one of my Injured Worker's return to work is all set to go smoothly this afternoon. Leave a bunch of messages, confirmed nothing, start to worry. I start someone else's assessment report.
Run next door to get my dose of coffee from Cafe Lekker, where the girls know my order. This is also an attempt to help me settle into work, and stop distracting myself, and everyone around me. Ha!
At 12 I pop out, after telling everyone who would listen about my potential dream apartment. Meet the agent, and she tries to get us in, but no luck. Her key is presumably the wrong one. Conspiracy theories enter my head...maybe she's promised MY place to someone else! Maybe I'll miss out! No! We agree on another time, next week. My potential dream apartment (or shit rental property number 5 on this search) awaits.
I have my aforementioned Injured Worker pop in for the paperwork that says he can go back to work, and what he can do, and how long he can do it for. We chat about how he's feeling about it all, and he's all set. I am a little nervous cos noone has assured me at the other end, but still, this is a big positive step!
I write a bit more of the assessment report. We chat more in the office, telling stories, or laugh about someone's silly phone conversation.
I get some calls, I make some calls. I enter my cases notes, I keep working on the assessment report. I send a report to someone again, which I sent them last week, but they claim they didn't get. I just forward it again, so they can bloody well see that I sent it last week.
I get an email from my Injured Worker's Employer, saying all has gone well today, he's back at work, and things have been all good. Awesome. I remember, in quiet celebration, that I haven't had lunch, and decide to go searching on foot for sushi in Ballarat.
I walk to Central Square, buy weird sushi from the food court, and run into Katie as I am walking back. We plan what's for dinner, and what time I'll make it home home tonight.
I pump out the remainder of the big chunk of the assessment report, now just for the research-y bit...home stretch. I get an email asking about another report I have to do, and set on belting out both before I leave the office tonight.
We all settle in, and get loads of work done. The other two go home from work at respectable times, and I polish off the first report, and then beeline to get the second one done. I email them out, invoice, close a file, make a funding request for my recommendations. Shut down my computer.
I drive down Sturt Street, pick up dinner for Katie and me on the way home, and we eat in front of the tv. Mum comes home, and we bond in front of Aussie drama. We all figure out an over-complicated plan for tomorrow, and Katie proves she is a top sister!
Now, here I am back at Jo's, for the last night, blogging, and listening to a song that tells me 'my boy builds coffins, he makes them all day....' A new, enchanting and lovely musical discovery, sent with love by Jessie in London. Thanks gorgeous!
Good day!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Billable Hours
Capturing and charging out for my time at work has been the bane of my existance for about 3 and a half years now, in Occ Rehab. It's just the nature of the beast. Like a lawyer, I need to charge out for everything on a case, at an hourly rate. Not a lawyer hourly rate, though, sadly!
Every phone call, email, letter, and report needs to be charged out, to ultimately reach my personal target of 6 hours a day. Six hours sounds easy as, considering a 9 to 5 day, but it's harder than you may think. Attaching a dollar amount to the work you do means you need to make it worth someone's cash!
I have never been so ruled by dollars and numbers!
This article today sparked my thoughts, but also a discussion with a newbie at work. I can't now imagine working without this accountability....I just cannot imagine getting enough work done with out the clocked hour target at the end of the day!
360 minutes rules the day. But it also means that I can get in when I want, and leave when I am done, and make up time when it works better for me - as long as I have hit my weekly target. Suits me, most of the time.
Every phone call, email, letter, and report needs to be charged out, to ultimately reach my personal target of 6 hours a day. Six hours sounds easy as, considering a 9 to 5 day, but it's harder than you may think. Attaching a dollar amount to the work you do means you need to make it worth someone's cash!
I have never been so ruled by dollars and numbers!
This article today sparked my thoughts, but also a discussion with a newbie at work. I can't now imagine working without this accountability....I just cannot imagine getting enough work done with out the clocked hour target at the end of the day!
360 minutes rules the day. But it also means that I can get in when I want, and leave when I am done, and make up time when it works better for me - as long as I have hit my weekly target. Suits me, most of the time.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Top 5: Play Counts
I am usually totally obsessed by my playcounts on iTunes, and more recently on last.fm. But I have just bought a new laptop and I will be transferring all my music across to it....so I am assuming I will lose my count.
I have had my iPod since July 2007, I think, and so my top 5 bands, which actually make up my top 10 tracks are:
The Basics come in at one and two with Rattle My Chain and Have Love, Will Travel. They also come in 6 and 7 with Just Hold On and I Don't Need Another.
Goyte comes in at 3 with Learnalilgivilanlovin. Such a great track!
Four and 5 are Wasted and Stranger, by Angus and Julia Stone. These two siblings dominated my iTunes for such a long time since the release of A Book Like This, and will probably do so again come March, when their next release is due. Just A Boy rounds out the 10.
All Nothing by The Good China is currently at 8, with such a fun, happy and catchy indie pop song.
My favourite Oh Mercy song is the track at 9, being Salvation Jane. From a Demo they released some time ago, but had added to their regular setlist again with a change of drummer. The word play in this one, as with many of their tracks, is sublime.
Ohhh, this totally captures my music taste as a snapshot of right now, and the last 2 and a half years. I guess a reset will be interesting, but my scrobbles on last.fm will continue the count.
I have had my iPod since July 2007, I think, and so my top 5 bands, which actually make up my top 10 tracks are:
The Basics come in at one and two with Rattle My Chain and Have Love, Will Travel. They also come in 6 and 7 with Just Hold On and I Don't Need Another.
Goyte comes in at 3 with Learnalilgivilanlovin. Such a great track!
Four and 5 are Wasted and Stranger, by Angus and Julia Stone. These two siblings dominated my iTunes for such a long time since the release of A Book Like This, and will probably do so again come March, when their next release is due. Just A Boy rounds out the 10.
All Nothing by The Good China is currently at 8, with such a fun, happy and catchy indie pop song.
My favourite Oh Mercy song is the track at 9, being Salvation Jane. From a Demo they released some time ago, but had added to their regular setlist again with a change of drummer. The word play in this one, as with many of their tracks, is sublime.
Ohhh, this totally captures my music taste as a snapshot of right now, and the last 2 and a half years. I guess a reset will be interesting, but my scrobbles on last.fm will continue the count.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Liam, Harper, and Pearl Jam
Springer messaged me during the week, with the offer of a spare ticket to Pearl Jam. Jumping at the chance to see Ben Harper, she promised that she would forgive me if I wasn't the biggest Pearl Jam fan.
A hot and sticky day, and a frantic drive back to Melbourne after work, we jumped in a taxi from mine, and got to Etihad Stadium just in time to see Liam Finn and EJ Barnes. These two offsprings of big Aussie music names held their own to a filling stadium.
We were in the Fixer section of the stadium, on the arena front section, and managed to negotiate the bar line several times, with relative ease, just before Ben Harper and his Restless 7 graced the stage.
A seated Harper for much of his set, he and the band played mostly new material, with Diamonds On The Inside being the highlight of his back catalogue.
A much shorter set than I'd hoped, but a true support artist length, in all honesty. The big moment was when Eddie Vedder joined Ben on stage, for Under Pressure.
After a brief, dark quite interlude, as the crowd grew, the stage started to come to life. Springer had actually gone to use the facilities, and go to the bar, and I didn't see her for the rest of the gig! I think she went into the moshing section, never to return!
As the band come onto stage, and their 2 and a half hour show commenced, I realised that I was surrounded with some pretty seriously passionate fans of the band. Tall, sweaty, smelly lads with a brief linger of aftershave. Not only the music was providing flashbacks to the mid-90s for me!
As someone who has heard the big tracks, again back in the mid 90s, I recognised tracks like Animal, Jeremy and Even Flow. Daughter was powerful.
There's something about Eddie, isn't there? I mean, I think I can honestly say that I am not sure I could have picked him out of a line up till last night. But he had the 50,000 people at Etihad, eating out of his hand. The engagement with the crowd, the continual chatter with the crowd, and his energy.
Eddie talked about the fact that he was playing to such a big crowd, and then talk about seeing someone else shine on the very ground we were standing on, and dedicated Given To Fly to Matthew Richardson (Eddie said Mark, but we all knew who he meant, and he corrected himself later), as the Melbourne crowd called out 'Richo' in response. Richo must have wondered why he had just announced his retirement from footy.
Our little Liam Finn come back out to join Pearl Jam, for Throw Your Arms Around Me, which would have been a massive stadium sing-a-long, expect that Liam fluffed the words.
Alive was amazing, and initiated massive crowd participation. The show was totally engaging, even for a non-fan. As the lights were turned on by the stadium, and the band continued their set for their two last songs, it was awesome to be amongst a fan base that were so adoring and so into everything the band did. As the crowd started to leave, Springer and I found each other, and made our way to the pub for more drinks, and show debriefing. A great night.
A hot and sticky day, and a frantic drive back to Melbourne after work, we jumped in a taxi from mine, and got to Etihad Stadium just in time to see Liam Finn and EJ Barnes. These two offsprings of big Aussie music names held their own to a filling stadium. We were in the Fixer section of the stadium, on the arena front section, and managed to negotiate the bar line several times, with relative ease, just before Ben Harper and his Restless 7 graced the stage.A seated Harper for much of his set, he and the band played mostly new material, with Diamonds On The Inside being the highlight of his back catalogue.
A much shorter set than I'd hoped, but a true support artist length, in all honesty. The big moment was when Eddie Vedder joined Ben on stage, for Under Pressure. After a brief, dark quite interlude, as the crowd grew, the stage started to come to life. Springer had actually gone to use the facilities, and go to the bar, and I didn't see her for the rest of the gig! I think she went into the moshing section, never to return!
As the band come onto stage, and their 2 and a half hour show commenced, I realised that I was surrounded with some pretty seriously passionate fans of the band. Tall, sweaty, smelly lads with a brief linger of aftershave. Not only the music was providing flashbacks to the mid-90s for me!
As someone who has heard the big tracks, again back in the mid 90s, I recognised tracks like Animal, Jeremy and Even Flow. Daughter was powerful.
There's something about Eddie, isn't there? I mean, I think I can honestly say that I am not sure I could have picked him out of a line up till last night. But he had the 50,000 people at Etihad, eating out of his hand. The engagement with the crowd, the continual chatter with the crowd, and his energy.
Eddie talked about the fact that he was playing to such a big crowd, and then talk about seeing someone else shine on the very ground we were standing on, and dedicated Given To Fly to Matthew Richardson (Eddie said Mark, but we all knew who he meant, and he corrected himself later), as the Melbourne crowd called out 'Richo' in response. Richo must have wondered why he had just announced his retirement from footy.
Our little Liam Finn come back out to join Pearl Jam, for Throw Your Arms Around Me, which would have been a massive stadium sing-a-long, expect that Liam fluffed the words. Alive was amazing, and initiated massive crowd participation. The show was totally engaging, even for a non-fan. As the lights were turned on by the stadium, and the band continued their set for their two last songs, it was awesome to be amongst a fan base that were so adoring and so into everything the band did. As the crowd started to leave, Springer and I found each other, and made our way to the pub for more drinks, and show debriefing. A great night.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Institut China
Last night, after a drive back from Ballarat, I picked up Nicole on the way through to The Empress, where we had a great pub dinner. Hearing the sound check from the other room, Mel and her husband Neil joined us. Now, I haven't seen Mel, I don't think, since high school, but through the wonders of Facebook, I had introduced her to The Good China, and sent her an invite for tonight.
As we wrapped up our meals, we made our way to the bandroom, where Institut Polaire played their set. This evening was actually part of their residency this month, however they didn't explain how they managed to be bumped in the headlining stakes for this gig. There was a track I recognised from the last time we saw them, but I did actually enjoyed them more this time. A better listen, perhaps!
Now the reason for the dash back to the city was really to see The Good China, having missed their last 2 gigs as they had clashed with The Basics. A very hot and steamy Empress saw the 8 Chinas grace the tiny stage with some challenges, such as the heat of the lighting, but surely with the numbers up there too.
Opening with No More Maps, No More Roads, they treated us to The Couch Song, as well as the reworked Perversion For Profit. Ryan graced the lead vocals for Turn The Page, and introduced their The Cure cover (which was awesome!), as a tool they used to impress the Canberra crowd on tour.
All Nothing, with it's requisite hand clap participation, and If Pain Persists. A little cameo roadie gig for Oh Mercy;s Eliza, assisting Mit with her clarinet. 39 Black is still a favourite of mine. Love the Chinas!
As we wrapped up our meals, we made our way to the bandroom, where Institut Polaire played their set. This evening was actually part of their residency this month, however they didn't explain how they managed to be bumped in the headlining stakes for this gig. There was a track I recognised from the last time we saw them, but I did actually enjoyed them more this time. A better listen, perhaps!
Now the reason for the dash back to the city was really to see The Good China, having missed their last 2 gigs as they had clashed with The Basics. A very hot and steamy Empress saw the 8 Chinas grace the tiny stage with some challenges, such as the heat of the lighting, but surely with the numbers up there too.
Opening with No More Maps, No More Roads, they treated us to The Couch Song, as well as the reworked Perversion For Profit. Ryan graced the lead vocals for Turn The Page, and introduced their The Cure cover (which was awesome!), as a tool they used to impress the Canberra crowd on tour.
All Nothing, with it's requisite hand clap participation, and If Pain Persists. A little cameo roadie gig for Oh Mercy;s Eliza, assisting Mit with her clarinet. 39 Black is still a favourite of mine. Love the Chinas!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Live Alone
I am housesitting at Jo's house this week, while she is away on a much deserved break. I was a little nervous about living on my own again, even for the week, not sure if I would like it again.
I haven't lived alone since my last place in Hawthorn, just before deciding to pack up and move to London. Since then, I have lived in the big sharehouses of London, in Kilburn and Wimbledon. Then coming home, after a time of dossing here and there, it was with one other person in the share arrangement.
That said, though, I guess there have been large periods of time when Jane was away for work, and both Jane and Jen, and I, have operated frequently as mere ships in the night with our respective questionable work/life balance!
But having just one other person is actually really lovely. Someone to come home to, tell your crazy work stories to, and listen to theirs from another working world sphere. Someone to just hang out with.
But with the prospect and planning to move back to Ballarat, the idea of getting a place on my own is certainly what I am looking for. So this week has been a little reminder of how that works, and a little reassurance that I could still do the solo living and not drive myself bonkers!
I haven't lived alone since my last place in Hawthorn, just before deciding to pack up and move to London. Since then, I have lived in the big sharehouses of London, in Kilburn and Wimbledon. Then coming home, after a time of dossing here and there, it was with one other person in the share arrangement.
That said, though, I guess there have been large periods of time when Jane was away for work, and both Jane and Jen, and I, have operated frequently as mere ships in the night with our respective questionable work/life balance!
But having just one other person is actually really lovely. Someone to come home to, tell your crazy work stories to, and listen to theirs from another working world sphere. Someone to just hang out with.
But with the prospect and planning to move back to Ballarat, the idea of getting a place on my own is certainly what I am looking for. So this week has been a little reminder of how that works, and a little reassurance that I could still do the solo living and not drive myself bonkers!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Top 5: Gigs (To Date)
I am totally addicted to gigs at the moment, and have a ton lined up for the rest of the month this month. Love seeing a band live, in a small setting usually, where the band/artist engages with the punters. But then, some of my favourite gigs thus far have been the big stadium experiences....
My most amazing gig is still, and may be for a very long time, seeing Crowded House at The Corner Hotel. A massive band in name, stature and success, they played to a packed Corner, to the Crowdie faithful. And Nicole and I were very close to the front of the stage. Will be very hard to top!
I had always wanted to see the man, George Michael, live, and I managed to do this, in Sweden, before I came home. George in Sweden! Camilla and I were about 10 back from the stage, and he was just a sensation! Such groove for a man of his age, and considering the shape you'd expect him to be in! Was really cool to be the precipitate of Cam getting out around that time too, she was so excited to be heading out, away from mother duties for a night.
The secret gig, second show on sale but first actual night of Gotye at The Prince, would be next. Wally was disarmingly good! The talent of this man, and what he can do with sounds in his bedroom with a computer and an array of soundbites..... This was also the night I was introduced to The Basics....need I say more!
The experience of Sound Relief still resonates as a sensational musical experience. Hard to go past, with all those Aussie greats, current bands, and the big name international acts coming together for such an emotional time for all Victorians.
And, amazingly and rather embarrassingly now, Robbie Williams would still rank. Katie and I went to see him at what is now Etihad Stadium, back when he wasn't quite the tool he is now. He was awesome, so much energy. Actually a Google search tells me that it was at Rod Laver, and was in 2001! That's how long ago it was!
Special mentions to this list go to Sarah Blasko last month, the Whitlams with the MSO in our Grand Final week, and Jamie Cullum at the Royal Albert Hall for the venue experience...
My most amazing gig is still, and may be for a very long time, seeing Crowded House at The Corner Hotel. A massive band in name, stature and success, they played to a packed Corner, to the Crowdie faithful. And Nicole and I were very close to the front of the stage. Will be very hard to top!
I had always wanted to see the man, George Michael, live, and I managed to do this, in Sweden, before I came home. George in Sweden! Camilla and I were about 10 back from the stage, and he was just a sensation! Such groove for a man of his age, and considering the shape you'd expect him to be in! Was really cool to be the precipitate of Cam getting out around that time too, she was so excited to be heading out, away from mother duties for a night.
The secret gig, second show on sale but first actual night of Gotye at The Prince, would be next. Wally was disarmingly good! The talent of this man, and what he can do with sounds in his bedroom with a computer and an array of soundbites..... This was also the night I was introduced to The Basics....need I say more!
The experience of Sound Relief still resonates as a sensational musical experience. Hard to go past, with all those Aussie greats, current bands, and the big name international acts coming together for such an emotional time for all Victorians.
And, amazingly and rather embarrassingly now, Robbie Williams would still rank. Katie and I went to see him at what is now Etihad Stadium, back when he wasn't quite the tool he is now. He was awesome, so much energy. Actually a Google search tells me that it was at Rod Laver, and was in 2001! That's how long ago it was!
Special mentions to this list go to Sarah Blasko last month, the Whitlams with the MSO in our Grand Final week, and Jamie Cullum at the Royal Albert Hall for the venue experience...
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Missing London
Last week the London Xmas lights were turned on, and it's pics like this that make me miss London...just a tiny bit.
My Xmas over there, and especially our White Xmas was a highlight of my time in the UK and Europe.
Jessie also sent us a parcel which arrived this week, and so I am sitting here eating Percy Pigs! One of my favourite things of London! Now if only I can get someone to send me the Xmas special sandwich from Pret, with the brie and cranberry, and maybe a Love Bar too, I would be set food wise!
And Jessie is there. I would love to see Jessie!
But I don't for a second miss the darkness. The ice cold wind in your face as you walk to anywhere. The long ride on the tube to work. The amount of people rushing through the tube stations, and crammed onto the tube. Ew!
It was just a little pang.....
My Xmas over there, and especially our White Xmas was a highlight of my time in the UK and Europe.
Jessie also sent us a parcel which arrived this week, and so I am sitting here eating Percy Pigs! One of my favourite things of London! Now if only I can get someone to send me the Xmas special sandwich from Pret, with the brie and cranberry, and maybe a Love Bar too, I would be set food wise!
And Jessie is there. I would love to see Jessie!
But I don't for a second miss the darkness. The ice cold wind in your face as you walk to anywhere. The long ride on the tube to work. The amount of people rushing through the tube stations, and crammed onto the tube. Ew!
It was just a little pang.....
Monday, November 16, 2009
Careful What You Wish For!
Ever dreamed that you place of work would burn down, and you wouldn't have to go in? Well, carefull now! Our Melbourne office had a fire, ironically started by the water cooler, in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and is now unworkable.
I went in on Friday afternoon, on what was to be my last day as a Melbourne Consultant. Knowing that noone was there on our floor, I popped up to the vacant floor above, where a couple of our staff have set up make shift assessment rooms, and have continued to see appointments, business as usual.
Then I went downstairs, to get an idea of the damage, and to also collect my things from the desk that is no longer mine. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the pungent stink of burnt office hits you in the face. Our glass front door has been replaced with a makeshift bit of wood, evidence of the firefighters efforts.
As you walk past the singed reception area, and into the water soaked office, the noise of the blowers trying to dry things out was the only life around. An eerie feeling of an abandoned office in the middle of things.
Luckily, the fire was in the middle of the night, and not when anyone of us were there. Given the location of the exploding water cooler, being right next to our exit, it could have been a very hairy exercise trying to get out!
But now, while repairs are being sorted out, the whole office is working from home. And working from home is great, even a novelty, for a day, maybe 2. But for a week....I would be going stir crazy out on my own! Even washing the dishes looks good when you have work to do, and hey, there is always the midday movie! I would be S.T.Ruggling, just quitely! I need to be around other people! I don't think this is going to be a very productive month!
I went in on Friday afternoon, on what was to be my last day as a Melbourne Consultant. Knowing that noone was there on our floor, I popped up to the vacant floor above, where a couple of our staff have set up make shift assessment rooms, and have continued to see appointments, business as usual.
Then I went downstairs, to get an idea of the damage, and to also collect my things from the desk that is no longer mine. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the pungent stink of burnt office hits you in the face. Our glass front door has been replaced with a makeshift bit of wood, evidence of the firefighters efforts.As you walk past the singed reception area, and into the water soaked office, the noise of the blowers trying to dry things out was the only life around. An eerie feeling of an abandoned office in the middle of things.
Luckily, the fire was in the middle of the night, and not when anyone of us were there. Given the location of the exploding water cooler, being right next to our exit, it could have been a very hairy exercise trying to get out!
But now, while repairs are being sorted out, the whole office is working from home. And working from home is great, even a novelty, for a day, maybe 2. But for a week....I would be going stir crazy out on my own! Even washing the dishes looks good when you have work to do, and hey, there is always the midday movie! I would be S.T.Ruggling, just quitely! I need to be around other people! I don't think this is going to be a very productive month!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Keep Your Friends Close
And The Basics closer! Last night The Basics returned to Melbourne after a stint working on their album release overseas, to officially launch that new album, Keep Your Friends Close.
Mary, Nicole, Mel and I met for dinner at Mexicali Rose, before getting down to The Corner. When we entered a hoodie clad lad with sunglasses was on stage. Wally later filled us in that the Boy Who Cried Wolf was in fact Jordie Lane.
Summer Edmunds was up next, in a set that started with promise with strong vocals, but seemed to lose much of the crowds attention. As the stage was prepared for the change over, we made our way to the front of the stage, for optimum viewing, and dancing room.
As the lights went down to just stage, and the percussion of the opening track of the album Fear Of Failure, the boys emerged on stage, complete with new matching suits. Looking very good, Kris launched into the first, very powerful track, to set the mark for the evening.
What Do You See In Me? was next, before Kris really commandeered the stage with his mesmerising vocals, and personal pain, for The Day Mairead Goes Away, and The Executioner.
The boys were joined on stage by 4 others, bringing a full sound to many of the tracks, including the sax. With This Ship, a track you can imagine being tough to reproduce live on stage, was awesome, and drew the most crowd participation.
The No 1 Cause Of Death Among Youth Today is such a great track, with the emotional building, the pain and then the hope. Love it! It was sensational last night. Kris really shone on stage last night, as he does on this album.
Home Again and Keep The Doors Open brought us back to Wally's amazing vocal range, and musical talent on drums. The harmonies of the three lads, plus Simon and Dave on stage, were gorgeous.
A solo by Tim for Trouble In His Head, and lastly Kris' cathartic All Or Nothing rounded out the album, with Like A Brother thrown in there. It's such a great album!
After a short break, to allow Wally to get his breath back it seemed, the boys returned for some older favourites, like Have Love, Will Travel, and the calypso feeling Second Best. A decision from Wally had them play Rattle My Chain, and then ending with a cover of Cocaine - what a great show!
Mary, Nicole, Mel and I met for dinner at Mexicali Rose, before getting down to The Corner. When we entered a hoodie clad lad with sunglasses was on stage. Wally later filled us in that the Boy Who Cried Wolf was in fact Jordie Lane.
Summer Edmunds was up next, in a set that started with promise with strong vocals, but seemed to lose much of the crowds attention. As the stage was prepared for the change over, we made our way to the front of the stage, for optimum viewing, and dancing room.
As the lights went down to just stage, and the percussion of the opening track of the album Fear Of Failure, the boys emerged on stage, complete with new matching suits. Looking very good, Kris launched into the first, very powerful track, to set the mark for the evening.
What Do You See In Me? was next, before Kris really commandeered the stage with his mesmerising vocals, and personal pain, for The Day Mairead Goes Away, and The Executioner. The boys were joined on stage by 4 others, bringing a full sound to many of the tracks, including the sax. With This Ship, a track you can imagine being tough to reproduce live on stage, was awesome, and drew the most crowd participation.
The No 1 Cause Of Death Among Youth Today is such a great track, with the emotional building, the pain and then the hope. Love it! It was sensational last night. Kris really shone on stage last night, as he does on this album.
Home Again and Keep The Doors Open brought us back to Wally's amazing vocal range, and musical talent on drums. The harmonies of the three lads, plus Simon and Dave on stage, were gorgeous.
A solo by Tim for Trouble In His Head, and lastly Kris' cathartic All Or Nothing rounded out the album, with Like A Brother thrown in there. It's such a great album!
After a short break, to allow Wally to get his breath back it seemed, the boys returned for some older favourites, like Have Love, Will Travel, and the calypso feeling Second Best. A decision from Wally had them play Rattle My Chain, and then ending with a cover of Cocaine - what a great show!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Hairy Canary
Last night's Project drinks, we hand picked a bar to be in line with a birthday drinks Springer had planned, to mark final her acceptance of her 30th last month. For reasons soon to be blooged about, just a small handful of people were around in the office, and thus after a few beers, it was MJ and I who walked down Little Collins Street to find Hairy Canary.
We found Springer, and Skinner, and co, positioned at a great table, and being afforded great table service. We soon tucked into more beers, as we exchanged stories from our crazy week. The evening seemed to go very fast, with table service.
The group started to make the move to Brunswick for the next destination. MJ and I moved to drop some things off at hers, and spotted Gin Palace just steps away, and popped in for another drink. This was a previous Project bar, and was quite packed last night, with a good feel.
As we were there, we got news that the next destination was closed, and getting very late, MJ and I found somewhere in town to eat, before calling it quits after a strange week!
We found Springer, and Skinner, and co, positioned at a great table, and being afforded great table service. We soon tucked into more beers, as we exchanged stories from our crazy week. The evening seemed to go very fast, with table service.
The group started to make the move to Brunswick for the next destination. MJ and I moved to drop some things off at hers, and spotted Gin Palace just steps away, and popped in for another drink. This was a previous Project bar, and was quite packed last night, with a good feel.
As we were there, we got news that the next destination was closed, and getting very late, MJ and I found somewhere in town to eat, before calling it quits after a strange week!
Friday, November 13, 2009
International To Write Love on Her Arms Day!
Apparently today is International To Write Love on Her Arms Day! In support of To Write Love on Her Arms, you should write "love" on your arm today, National To Write Love on Her Arms Day.
Well, according to the Facebook event, anyway!
'To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.'
Any initative to get mental health awareness out in the general forum works for me! These are issues and experiences that need to be out in the everyday world, allowing people to be open to talking about it, and acknowledging their feelings.
Go on, grab a texta!
Well, according to the Facebook event, anyway!
'To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.'
Any initative to get mental health awareness out in the general forum works for me! These are issues and experiences that need to be out in the everyday world, allowing people to be open to talking about it, and acknowledging their feelings.
Go on, grab a texta!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Swamp Wendouree
Since working up here in Ballarat a few days a week, I have been walking around the lake in the morning, before work. It's 6kms, and when I get up there, I usually pass all the kids going to school, or keen beans running from rowing to homeroom, or worse - on Wednesday, I think Loreto were doing Lap of the Lake! Shudder!
Here, the highlight of moving back to regional Vic is displayed to me every half km. People say good morning as you pass them on the way around! Or at least smile and nod! Back in Melbourne, I do the same kind of walk around Optus Oval in Carlton, and people barely make room for you on the path, let alone say hi!
At the time I walk, the sun is new and dusky, but high enough to make it's presence known. The light is usually awesome, so pretty, and in the few sections where there is actually water, it glistens off the once glorious lake.
There are about 3 sections with actual water, deep enough to trigger memories of the lake. The rest is really a return to the original swamp land. This morning about half of the lake looked like the rice paddies of Asia, with the reeds poking out of the shallow water.
This has been a chance for Ballarat to clean up the lake, deepen and improve the rowing lanes, once used for the Melbourne Olympics, and complete works to the bedding around much of the shore.
It is hard to imagine Lake Wendouree returning to it's glory days, full of water, afloat with boats and rowing teams and the paddle streamer! And given this week's heat, and the predicted long hot Summer, climate change is alive and visual here in Ballarat, and will be for at least the next 6 months.
Here, the highlight of moving back to regional Vic is displayed to me every half km. People say good morning as you pass them on the way around! Or at least smile and nod! Back in Melbourne, I do the same kind of walk around Optus Oval in Carlton, and people barely make room for you on the path, let alone say hi!
At the time I walk, the sun is new and dusky, but high enough to make it's presence known. The light is usually awesome, so pretty, and in the few sections where there is actually water, it glistens off the once glorious lake.
There are about 3 sections with actual water, deep enough to trigger memories of the lake. The rest is really a return to the original swamp land. This morning about half of the lake looked like the rice paddies of Asia, with the reeds poking out of the shallow water.
This has been a chance for Ballarat to clean up the lake, deepen and improve the rowing lanes, once used for the Melbourne Olympics, and complete works to the bedding around much of the shore.
It is hard to imagine Lake Wendouree returning to it's glory days, full of water, afloat with boats and rowing teams and the paddle streamer! And given this week's heat, and the predicted long hot Summer, climate change is alive and visual here in Ballarat, and will be for at least the next 6 months.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Top 5: Favourite Pubs
There are some top pubs in Melbourne. Good food, good music, easy feel to the place are the requirements, of course.
The Corner - the music venue of choice, for the intimate feel and yet big enough bandroom crowd potential for a great gig. Pulls great artists, including up and coming finds. But then, the upstairs rooftop beer garden, with the views of the city over the train track, is amazing. Plus great food!
The Empress - my local, and a pub where I have made many stunning music discoveries. Awesome pub menu, and the parma is big and worth driving across town for! Great feel to the pub, too. Can do no wrong!
The Evelyn - great bandroom, and band pulling power....and venue for music discoveries. Brunswick Street, so easy as to get to.
Drunken Poet - Jessie and Heath's old local. A little hole in the world, Irish pub. Run and owned by Siobhan, a sweet Irish girl, who takes the time to chat, and get to know who you are. An easy place to be, and you can sit out on the footpath on perfect days. Also has Bulmers!
The Retreat - mainly for the astro turf beer garden! Sitting out there on the fake grass in summer, with a jug of beer, is perfect! Usually packed, but worth the battle to get a good spot. Also awesome menu and eggplant parma.
Of course, completing our pub crawl routes have actually helped us find many amazing, tucked away pubs. Gems really!
Now the challenge will be to find good pubs in Ballarat, the town with a pub on every corner, a pub for every week, with change!
The Corner - the music venue of choice, for the intimate feel and yet big enough bandroom crowd potential for a great gig. Pulls great artists, including up and coming finds. But then, the upstairs rooftop beer garden, with the views of the city over the train track, is amazing. Plus great food!
The Empress - my local, and a pub where I have made many stunning music discoveries. Awesome pub menu, and the parma is big and worth driving across town for! Great feel to the pub, too. Can do no wrong!
The Evelyn - great bandroom, and band pulling power....and venue for music discoveries. Brunswick Street, so easy as to get to.
Drunken Poet - Jessie and Heath's old local. A little hole in the world, Irish pub. Run and owned by Siobhan, a sweet Irish girl, who takes the time to chat, and get to know who you are. An easy place to be, and you can sit out on the footpath on perfect days. Also has Bulmers!
The Retreat - mainly for the astro turf beer garden! Sitting out there on the fake grass in summer, with a jug of beer, is perfect! Usually packed, but worth the battle to get a good spot. Also awesome menu and eggplant parma.
Of course, completing our pub crawl routes have actually helped us find many amazing, tucked away pubs. Gems really!
Now the challenge will be to find good pubs in Ballarat, the town with a pub on every corner, a pub for every week, with change!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Top 5: Houses Lived In
Last night I went along to a house inspection for a rental property here in Ballarat. I am dreaming of a really great place, in line with my current Melbourne abode....but sadly last night's will tick off the second of 10 shit places you must see before you find a place to live. That's the rule, right? Tick! Yuck!
Of course, it will be very hard to ever top the mansion we lived in in Phnom Penh. Marble downstairs, all wood upstairs, our place for 4 of us, plus a regular guest, had 5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, and an amazing lounge space that acted as a dancefloor when required. The marble floor, you see! Massive yard, where Borin was our trusty gardener, guard and on call driver. My ensuite there was bigger than some of the bedrooms I've lived in. Really roughing it in the developing world!
I do love our current house. The pretty white terrace in Carlton North, with the white picket fence. Floorboards, big bedrooms, little private courtyard....we really haven't utilised it enough. Jen, and Jane, and I work too hard!
My first apartment in Hawthorn makes the list, too. It was my first place out on my own, and it was all white, four roomed place, with a little balcony. My first place to just spread out...and study my arse off as it turns out!
The Maxi-pad in London was awesome in it's own right. This funny little add on rooftop apartment, in a perfect location for everything, and our balcony for hanging out, and BBQ parties. This was back to shared living for me, but the only way to survive, but also to have loads of people around, and thus opportunities to experience everything there was to do.
Andrea, Dean and I in our double story in Raglan Street here in Ballarat rounds up the list. Great spaces in the living areas, and bedrooms....and the addition of the spa in the sunroom out the back! Again, an aspect that was under-utilised!
Fingers crossed I find something equally lovely for the next year, which may help me decide to buy at the end of it, or run away all together and avoid becoming a grown up for a bit longer!
Of course, it will be very hard to ever top the mansion we lived in in Phnom Penh. Marble downstairs, all wood upstairs, our place for 4 of us, plus a regular guest, had 5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, and an amazing lounge space that acted as a dancefloor when required. The marble floor, you see! Massive yard, where Borin was our trusty gardener, guard and on call driver. My ensuite there was bigger than some of the bedrooms I've lived in. Really roughing it in the developing world!
I do love our current house. The pretty white terrace in Carlton North, with the white picket fence. Floorboards, big bedrooms, little private courtyard....we really haven't utilised it enough. Jen, and Jane, and I work too hard!
My first apartment in Hawthorn makes the list, too. It was my first place out on my own, and it was all white, four roomed place, with a little balcony. My first place to just spread out...and study my arse off as it turns out!
The Maxi-pad in London was awesome in it's own right. This funny little add on rooftop apartment, in a perfect location for everything, and our balcony for hanging out, and BBQ parties. This was back to shared living for me, but the only way to survive, but also to have loads of people around, and thus opportunities to experience everything there was to do.
Andrea, Dean and I in our double story in Raglan Street here in Ballarat rounds up the list. Great spaces in the living areas, and bedrooms....and the addition of the spa in the sunroom out the back! Again, an aspect that was under-utilised!
Fingers crossed I find something equally lovely for the next year, which may help me decide to buy at the end of it, or run away all together and avoid becoming a grown up for a bit longer!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Boys Are Back
Last night I went into town after a lazy day, to meet Erin and Alissa, at Kino for the premier of Boys Are Back, with Clive Owen.
An Aussie made movie, with a British lead, this film is shot primarily in South Australia, and takes in fairly remote farming and vineyard properties, and way of life. The film shows a father's challenge of dealing with the grief of the loss of his partner, and the challenge of getting to know, and learning how to care for his school aged son. His son from a previous marriage, (not Ron from Harry Potter film fame, but surely his twin, or cousin at least!), comes into the equation, to really test the man's ability to rear and love.
I think one of the key themes for me was the parenting style on display. Joe's approach to parenting was to let the boys live, and thus, his motto was 'just say yes'. Meaning the house was always a mess, the boys could do as they pleased 90% of the time, and then the kids also had the freedom to do anything - like ride on the bonnet of the 4WD as Joe spend along the beach.
Many of these scenes challenged your ideas, and the modern day way of cautious child-raring. Careful about getting dirty, don't touch bugs and plants, watch out for germs, don't climb up on there, clean your teeth morning and night religiously. The notion of contemporary fear driven rules for kids today usually leads me to laugh at any friend of mine, not allowing their child to do what we all did without a care in the world when we were 5. Eat dirt, ride bikes without a helmet, wade out deeper than we know we should.....
Do we really need to be so careful? Has the world changed for the worst, this quickly? Is injury risk limiting today's kids of exploring the world properly? What kids of people will this give us, 20 years from now?
An Aussie made movie, with a British lead, this film is shot primarily in South Australia, and takes in fairly remote farming and vineyard properties, and way of life. The film shows a father's challenge of dealing with the grief of the loss of his partner, and the challenge of getting to know, and learning how to care for his school aged son. His son from a previous marriage, (not Ron from Harry Potter film fame, but surely his twin, or cousin at least!), comes into the equation, to really test the man's ability to rear and love.
I think one of the key themes for me was the parenting style on display. Joe's approach to parenting was to let the boys live, and thus, his motto was 'just say yes'. Meaning the house was always a mess, the boys could do as they pleased 90% of the time, and then the kids also had the freedom to do anything - like ride on the bonnet of the 4WD as Joe spend along the beach.
Many of these scenes challenged your ideas, and the modern day way of cautious child-raring. Careful about getting dirty, don't touch bugs and plants, watch out for germs, don't climb up on there, clean your teeth morning and night religiously. The notion of contemporary fear driven rules for kids today usually leads me to laugh at any friend of mine, not allowing their child to do what we all did without a care in the world when we were 5. Eat dirt, ride bikes without a helmet, wade out deeper than we know we should.....
Do we really need to be so careful? Has the world changed for the worst, this quickly? Is injury risk limiting today's kids of exploring the world properly? What kids of people will this give us, 20 years from now?
Sunday, November 08, 2009
My World Tour
There is a little competition running at the moment, finalists to be announced in the coming week, that I would give my left leg to win! Alas, I have had a million other things to focus on in the couple of weeks, and thus my entry is not as tended to as some others. But, hey! An awesome idea, and something to watch over the coming year!
The competition is My World Tour, put together by Universal music, and V Australia, and a host of others. Basically the Tour includes around 11 music festivals around the world, from Berlin to Japan, to the US, and of course, Glastonbury. Imagine!
The idea is for two roving bloggers/music reports to go, and report back. An amazing way for someone to get their music journalism career up and kicking! And the opportunity to travel to each of the proposed gigs, all around the world, as Universal's guest, with VIP passes and access to artists for interviews.....would be a year of bliss!
There are some fantastic entries, with a few stand outs for me, given their work on their profile, and also the initiative shown to raise their name into contention. Chantal Bann has a great profile, put so much work into it, and has also generated quite a following on the site and on Facebook. LadyTrumpet has used a Facebook group to generate fans, and a mention goes to Sophiemoog too. Rachmoor has an enviable resume! Sabi, who I have on my Google Reader, blogged about it first, and put me onto it, so gets a mention too!.
This is my profile on the MWT page, and I would love you to pop over and make a comment! I mean, I have been blogging all things music gig-gy for sometime. Comment for me, and at least get me to Homebake as a top 6! Ahhhh, a girl can dream!
The competition is My World Tour, put together by Universal music, and V Australia, and a host of others. Basically the Tour includes around 11 music festivals around the world, from Berlin to Japan, to the US, and of course, Glastonbury. Imagine!
The idea is for two roving bloggers/music reports to go, and report back. An amazing way for someone to get their music journalism career up and kicking! And the opportunity to travel to each of the proposed gigs, all around the world, as Universal's guest, with VIP passes and access to artists for interviews.....would be a year of bliss!
There are some fantastic entries, with a few stand outs for me, given their work on their profile, and also the initiative shown to raise their name into contention. Chantal Bann has a great profile, put so much work into it, and has also generated quite a following on the site and on Facebook. LadyTrumpet has used a Facebook group to generate fans, and a mention goes to Sophiemoog too. Rachmoor has an enviable resume! Sabi, who I have on my Google Reader, blogged about it first, and put me onto it, so gets a mention too!.
This is my profile on the MWT page, and I would love you to pop over and make a comment! I mean, I have been blogging all things music gig-gy for sometime. Comment for me, and at least get me to Homebake as a top 6! Ahhhh, a girl can dream!
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Melbourne...Ballarat...Melbourne...Ballarat
For the last 3 months, I have been travelling up and down the Western Highway, "helping out" the Ballarat office, after their Psych Consultant resigned, for 2 to 3 days per week. As my caseload as grown more variety with this change, and with working in a more relaxed, friendly and stress-less working environment, and tossing up the pros and cons, I have indicated my interest to move back to my hometown. I will offically be a Ballarat office employee on the 16th of this month.
I have shocked myself, really, as I actually didn't think I would return home...unless I was going home to make babies! And yet, here I am, looking at rental properties, thinking about what kind of car to buy, and how I will build my social life back in the 'Rat.
The work has includes a promotion of level, which I probably was going to get anyway, a non-event payrise (read, not worth it), but lets me work with Jo again, and returns me to a small work office, not drowning in a toxic culture.
I did actually look at the idea of buying a place, which I know I will never be able to do in Melbourne on my own, but it turns out I am not ready for that grown up and scary step. All good.
I love Melbourne, and all it has to offer. And my life here. My friends, music gigs, the endless events, the footy, amazing places to eat...everything at your doorstep. I really do think it's the best city to live in.
I know that I will be up and down the highway for the footy most weekends, and perhaps in-between for gigs.
Here's hoping I don't get bored in 5 minutes, that I can find a pretty or ultra modern place to live for a year, and reclaim the life side of the work/life balance. Get some sanity back, enjoy my job for longer than a 2 day window at a time, and not regret this big move home.
I have shocked myself, really, as I actually didn't think I would return home...unless I was going home to make babies! And yet, here I am, looking at rental properties, thinking about what kind of car to buy, and how I will build my social life back in the 'Rat.
The work has includes a promotion of level, which I probably was going to get anyway, a non-event payrise (read, not worth it), but lets me work with Jo again, and returns me to a small work office, not drowning in a toxic culture.
I did actually look at the idea of buying a place, which I know I will never be able to do in Melbourne on my own, but it turns out I am not ready for that grown up and scary step. All good.
I love Melbourne, and all it has to offer. And my life here. My friends, music gigs, the endless events, the footy, amazing places to eat...everything at your doorstep. I really do think it's the best city to live in.
I know that I will be up and down the highway for the footy most weekends, and perhaps in-between for gigs.
Here's hoping I don't get bored in 5 minutes, that I can find a pretty or ultra modern place to live for a year, and reclaim the life side of the work/life balance. Get some sanity back, enjoy my job for longer than a 2 day window at a time, and not regret this big move home.
Friday, November 06, 2009
La Vita Buona
Tonight, after a long crazy week, Katie arrived on the doorstep at work and insisted that I take her to Horse Bazaar, a previous Project destination, all in the name of research for uni. So we popped down and had a beer there, so she could get a feel for the place.
Our actual Project 2009 drinks bar this week, however, was in City Square, adjacent to the big Xmas tree, called La Vita Buona. Mary, MJ and I convened there, at an outside table, to discuss the events of the day.
We sat at a wine barrel, were afforded table service, and were sitting out in a bustling Swanston Street, next to a rowdy Three Below next door. This bar was quiet, with a small interior with little intimate booths, sweets selections, and deli options apparently!
Friendly service, and the novelty of sitting outside as dusk descended held promise of the Friday Summer nights ahead.
Our actual Project 2009 drinks bar this week, however, was in City Square, adjacent to the big Xmas tree, called La Vita Buona. Mary, MJ and I convened there, at an outside table, to discuss the events of the day.
We sat at a wine barrel, were afforded table service, and were sitting out in a bustling Swanston Street, next to a rowdy Three Below next door. This bar was quiet, with a small interior with little intimate booths, sweets selections, and deli options apparently!
Friendly service, and the novelty of sitting outside as dusk descended held promise of the Friday Summer nights ahead.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Top 5: Worst Jobs
I have had a lot of crappy jobs in my time, so far! All in the name of working towards what I want at the time, whether it's traveling in the US to visit a mate, trying to live in the UK and see as much of Europe as I could, or just simply trying to pay the rent and get through uni.
My role in the UK at the start of my time over there is a definite entry for this list. For placements like this. The initials ME will never be the same for me!
Another crazy job in the attempt to keep myself housed and fed, and well traveled, whilst overseas, was in Nashville in 1999-2000. Here I worked as a Housekeeper at the Opryland Hotel. Cleaning hotel rooms, 16 in an 8 hour shift including the need to prepare your cart of supplies and towels folded just right, was such hard physical work! Changing two king size beds, and completing all the tiny presentation details for each room....and learning the corners you can cut. My advice is to never bath in a hotel bathroom! This job included things like cleaning up after cheerleaders, during the Cheerleader Convention. A delight, I can assure you! This job also opened my eyes to the unfair treatment of Latin American employees in the States.....
I worked as a Disability Support Worker for an agency, just as my studies were getting interesting, to pay the rent but also to get some invaluable experience in my newly discovered field. My very first shift was when I was just 19...and I had to shower a lad the same age. Confronting doesn't begin to explain! From there I went to a range of other full-on jobs, including showering old men, ewww. One sleep-over shift I remember as a highlight of the level of horror of this particular role was in a community residential unit for young adults with a range of physical and intellectual disabilities. I was to stay the night, and just be there in case. As the final shift finished, my handover included being made aware of the alarm on the kitchen, to let me know if anyone was creeping in there to the drawer with all the knives. That's actually what this other staff member told me, before she left the house. Such transferable skill development!
I also worked as a Locum in a dementia unit. My role was case management for people in their own homes, but my office was within the secure unit. Which meant the nursing home smell, and food sightings, and interaction with the residents. The reason this one rates on this list is mainly for encounters with one such resident, who would occasionally wander into my office and just silently hover. Gave me the creeps when I realised she was there, and wondered how long she had been there. And then she would ask me if I was her daughter. Awful.
Can't actually decide if serving drunks in the bar at the MCG is the 5th, or whether my very first job as a Checkout Chick at Safeway Ballarat, beats it. Before OH&S practices were taught, scanning and handling people's groceries was done so badly! But it was mainly the customer's behaviour that makes this job stand out. Which is very much parallel to refusing hammered footy fans another beer!
My very first real job out of uni is still my favourite, and still my most rewarding to date!
My role in the UK at the start of my time over there is a definite entry for this list. For placements like this. The initials ME will never be the same for me!
Another crazy job in the attempt to keep myself housed and fed, and well traveled, whilst overseas, was in Nashville in 1999-2000. Here I worked as a Housekeeper at the Opryland Hotel. Cleaning hotel rooms, 16 in an 8 hour shift including the need to prepare your cart of supplies and towels folded just right, was such hard physical work! Changing two king size beds, and completing all the tiny presentation details for each room....and learning the corners you can cut. My advice is to never bath in a hotel bathroom! This job included things like cleaning up after cheerleaders, during the Cheerleader Convention. A delight, I can assure you! This job also opened my eyes to the unfair treatment of Latin American employees in the States.....
I worked as a Disability Support Worker for an agency, just as my studies were getting interesting, to pay the rent but also to get some invaluable experience in my newly discovered field. My very first shift was when I was just 19...and I had to shower a lad the same age. Confronting doesn't begin to explain! From there I went to a range of other full-on jobs, including showering old men, ewww. One sleep-over shift I remember as a highlight of the level of horror of this particular role was in a community residential unit for young adults with a range of physical and intellectual disabilities. I was to stay the night, and just be there in case. As the final shift finished, my handover included being made aware of the alarm on the kitchen, to let me know if anyone was creeping in there to the drawer with all the knives. That's actually what this other staff member told me, before she left the house. Such transferable skill development!
I also worked as a Locum in a dementia unit. My role was case management for people in their own homes, but my office was within the secure unit. Which meant the nursing home smell, and food sightings, and interaction with the residents. The reason this one rates on this list is mainly for encounters with one such resident, who would occasionally wander into my office and just silently hover. Gave me the creeps when I realised she was there, and wondered how long she had been there. And then she would ask me if I was her daughter. Awful.
Can't actually decide if serving drunks in the bar at the MCG is the 5th, or whether my very first job as a Checkout Chick at Safeway Ballarat, beats it. Before OH&S practices were taught, scanning and handling people's groceries was done so badly! But it was mainly the customer's behaviour that makes this job stand out. Which is very much parallel to refusing hammered footy fans another beer!
My very first real job out of uni is still my favourite, and still my most rewarding to date!
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Top 5: Travel Moments
OK, so this is a list that floats around my head on a dull day, or my walk around the lake, or stuck on the tram....and why wouldn't it! So many great, memorable, life changing times!
Number 1 is and may always be, my train ride at dawn from Kandy to Colombo in Sri Lanka, in 2004. I was there for the cricket, and had landed and made my way in the dark in the taxi ride from hell from the airport to Kandy, in the middle of Lanka, in the mountains. I was to meet the boys there, but it turned out they weren't there after all.
To get back to the capital, I made my way to the train station in the early hours of the morning, and then when the ticket booth opened, bought a first class ticket...for a grand total of $4, or something. My seat faced backwards, at the back of the train, with a full window effect for the first class carriage. As we pulled out of town the dawn began to break, and thus we wound our way out of the jungled mountain range in the most beautiful light. Gorgeous!
Next, at 2 would have to be the magical White Christmas, in Sweden. That trip and all it's expectations were all brought together with that first flurry of white stuff from the sky, on our walk around Uppsala. So wonderful, and just a special day for the 5 of us there that day.
Experiencing Ankor Wat at dawn, perched on one of the highest points of the temple, with only a handful of other people around is up there at 3. The fact that you as a tourist have access to this wondrous ancient wonder, and the peace and beauty of it as the light dawns and comes across the formations....spectacular. Of course, then wandering though Ankgor Thom and staring at those big faces, and then the jungle covered Ta Prom. The Angkor complex is just so amazing.
My totally wild night in New Orleans for NYE for the Millennium tick over definitely rates a mention. 6 girls from all over the world, staying in an amazing, empty mansion in New Orleans, and then the revelry of that massive night of our lifetime, along Bourbon Street. A crazy, fun fun New Years Eve!
Number 5 is another Cambodia story from when I lived there. On Christmas Eve a group of the staff of the centre I was working in took a load of toys and things that had been donated, to an orphanage on the outskirts of town, run by the Missionaries of Charity, which had been described as the place for the "hopeless of the hopeless'. Here, there were 5 of us young volunteers, we visited a couple of the hospital wards, and ended up spending the most time in the children's AIDS ward. We were told that these children's parents lay terminally ill in the ward on the floor above, or were deceased. These babies rarely had human contact, let alone someone to hold them, and interact.
We had each taken on a little one, and spent time with them. The little boy I held, and cuddled, and played with, and rubbed his belly swollen because of his medication, was so weak, and sweet, and just fascinated that this barang would spend time with him. Even though we really had done and taken so little, we all left there that day a little different for the experience and the brush with raw human suffering.
Special mentions would need to go to my hot air balloon ride over the fairy chimneys in Cappadocia in Turkey, and the 90th anniversary ANZAC Dawn Service at Gallipoli, also in Turkey. Passing Mt Fuji in Japan, and also our roadtrip day in Cuba.
I will need to separate and make my Aussie travel moments their own top 5....made it easier to decide on a 5 here, and there!
Number 1 is and may always be, my train ride at dawn from Kandy to Colombo in Sri Lanka, in 2004. I was there for the cricket, and had landed and made my way in the dark in the taxi ride from hell from the airport to Kandy, in the middle of Lanka, in the mountains. I was to meet the boys there, but it turned out they weren't there after all.
To get back to the capital, I made my way to the train station in the early hours of the morning, and then when the ticket booth opened, bought a first class ticket...for a grand total of $4, or something. My seat faced backwards, at the back of the train, with a full window effect for the first class carriage. As we pulled out of town the dawn began to break, and thus we wound our way out of the jungled mountain range in the most beautiful light. Gorgeous!
Next, at 2 would have to be the magical White Christmas, in Sweden. That trip and all it's expectations were all brought together with that first flurry of white stuff from the sky, on our walk around Uppsala. So wonderful, and just a special day for the 5 of us there that day.
Experiencing Ankor Wat at dawn, perched on one of the highest points of the temple, with only a handful of other people around is up there at 3. The fact that you as a tourist have access to this wondrous ancient wonder, and the peace and beauty of it as the light dawns and comes across the formations....spectacular. Of course, then wandering though Ankgor Thom and staring at those big faces, and then the jungle covered Ta Prom. The Angkor complex is just so amazing.
My totally wild night in New Orleans for NYE for the Millennium tick over definitely rates a mention. 6 girls from all over the world, staying in an amazing, empty mansion in New Orleans, and then the revelry of that massive night of our lifetime, along Bourbon Street. A crazy, fun fun New Years Eve!
Number 5 is another Cambodia story from when I lived there. On Christmas Eve a group of the staff of the centre I was working in took a load of toys and things that had been donated, to an orphanage on the outskirts of town, run by the Missionaries of Charity, which had been described as the place for the "hopeless of the hopeless'. Here, there were 5 of us young volunteers, we visited a couple of the hospital wards, and ended up spending the most time in the children's AIDS ward. We were told that these children's parents lay terminally ill in the ward on the floor above, or were deceased. These babies rarely had human contact, let alone someone to hold them, and interact.
We had each taken on a little one, and spent time with them. The little boy I held, and cuddled, and played with, and rubbed his belly swollen because of his medication, was so weak, and sweet, and just fascinated that this barang would spend time with him. Even though we really had done and taken so little, we all left there that day a little different for the experience and the brush with raw human suffering.
Special mentions would need to go to my hot air balloon ride over the fairy chimneys in Cappadocia in Turkey, and the 90th anniversary ANZAC Dawn Service at Gallipoli, also in Turkey. Passing Mt Fuji in Japan, and also our roadtrip day in Cuba.
I will need to separate and make my Aussie travel moments their own top 5....made it easier to decide on a 5 here, and there!
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Trying to be a Psychologist
I gave up my day of sleeping in and rest today, being Melbourne Cup day, to put in a day reading applications for Assessments Australia. The applications are for aide funding for children with special needs, in the government schools of Victoria.
Tapping into my uni studies in disability and psychological assessment and educational supports, and also all that hands-on related work I have done....I always walk away from this work questioning what I am doing in OR (Occupational Rehabilitation). It always stirs up the 'what do I want to be when I grow up' question.
Earlier this year I had started the Supervision and submitting a Plan to the Board process, to work on being registered as a Psychologist. But I have been disheartened, again, by the rejection of my Plan, with a million little comments for change and modification to my job, duties and projected reading and skill development for the next two years. Plus the talk in psych circles of the increasing difficulties of getting a Plan approved, and the push towards further formal studies.
I feel ill just thinking about more study, and am reminded of this post...and yet, maybe this is the only way. Which is another thing to put in the 'too hard' basket for now!
Reading reports about kids in school, and their quirky idiosyncrasies, like the tendency to seek out corners at Kinda to pee in, or only eating pasta with sauce but cracking it if the sauce is actually on the pasta to start with, or insisting on discussions only about train timetables, reminds me that Educational psych is still a major interest of mine.
But then I have good patches at work, and feeling like I am actually doing something. I know that OR is not for me for the long haul.... Work, and other people's jobs, is nothing something I am passionate about. And yet, helping someone get their lives back together after an injury, or a non-work related illness, or an issue at work, can also be quite amazing.
Hmmm, maybe I need to try a new tact on the 2009 Husband Find, and stop worry about all this. A ha ha, as if....
Tapping into my uni studies in disability and psychological assessment and educational supports, and also all that hands-on related work I have done....I always walk away from this work questioning what I am doing in OR (Occupational Rehabilitation). It always stirs up the 'what do I want to be when I grow up' question.
Earlier this year I had started the Supervision and submitting a Plan to the Board process, to work on being registered as a Psychologist. But I have been disheartened, again, by the rejection of my Plan, with a million little comments for change and modification to my job, duties and projected reading and skill development for the next two years. Plus the talk in psych circles of the increasing difficulties of getting a Plan approved, and the push towards further formal studies.
I feel ill just thinking about more study, and am reminded of this post...and yet, maybe this is the only way. Which is another thing to put in the 'too hard' basket for now!
Reading reports about kids in school, and their quirky idiosyncrasies, like the tendency to seek out corners at Kinda to pee in, or only eating pasta with sauce but cracking it if the sauce is actually on the pasta to start with, or insisting on discussions only about train timetables, reminds me that Educational psych is still a major interest of mine.
But then I have good patches at work, and feeling like I am actually doing something. I know that OR is not for me for the long haul.... Work, and other people's jobs, is nothing something I am passionate about. And yet, helping someone get their lives back together after an injury, or a non-work related illness, or an issue at work, can also be quite amazing.
Hmmm, maybe I need to try a new tact on the 2009 Husband Find, and stop worry about all this. A ha ha, as if....
Monday, November 02, 2009
NaBloPoMo II
I have signed up for NaBloPoMo again this year, after making it through the month successfully last year. The challenge is to post every day for the month of November. The challenge is kind of laughable to me this year, given that I have about 2 months worth of posts over September and October still in note and draft format...but I am going to give it a crack anyway!
Last year I really do think it sparked a renewed blogging enthusiasm, and encouraged a much more frenetic posting activity here for most of this year.
I have hit a wall in my bloggy commitment just recently, as my work/life balance has tipped to the wrong side....which is perhaps just another reason to encourage this challenge, and see if I can tip it back a bit!
Last year also meant that I played around and read loads of other blogs too, through the NaBloPoMo site blogroll. Numerous adds to the Google Reader, so all good.
A tip from Jess last year was to work with some themes, to get through the days lacking in inspiration. And random thoughts are not really the flavour of Jouljet. I have quite a few gigs booked and planned for the month, so there is some posting right there. The Project 2009 is a post per week, as the bar discovery continues for the remainder of the year.
But there are actually big life changes in the midst at the moment for me, so that will be fodder for the blogger! Loads to chat about there, the ossilating thoughts about it, the justifications, the angst, the preparations.
Plus, I had thought since last NaBloPoMo that I could do a High Fidelity style Top 5s, as a way of working through any dire last minute postings. Cos the panic of some days last year will need a pre-pondered theme to save me this year, given the madness of the aforemention inbalance!
So here's to a bloggy November, and a renewed Jouljet into 2010! Hopefully I'll even catch up and finished my older posts for this year, too. Good luck to other challenge participants! I know Nicole has signed up....anyone else?
Last year I really do think it sparked a renewed blogging enthusiasm, and encouraged a much more frenetic posting activity here for most of this year.I have hit a wall in my bloggy commitment just recently, as my work/life balance has tipped to the wrong side....which is perhaps just another reason to encourage this challenge, and see if I can tip it back a bit!
Last year also meant that I played around and read loads of other blogs too, through the NaBloPoMo site blogroll. Numerous adds to the Google Reader, so all good.
A tip from Jess last year was to work with some themes, to get through the days lacking in inspiration. And random thoughts are not really the flavour of Jouljet. I have quite a few gigs booked and planned for the month, so there is some posting right there. The Project 2009 is a post per week, as the bar discovery continues for the remainder of the year.
But there are actually big life changes in the midst at the moment for me, so that will be fodder for the blogger! Loads to chat about there, the ossilating thoughts about it, the justifications, the angst, the preparations.
Plus, I had thought since last NaBloPoMo that I could do a High Fidelity style Top 5s, as a way of working through any dire last minute postings. Cos the panic of some days last year will need a pre-pondered theme to save me this year, given the madness of the aforemention inbalance!
So here's to a bloggy November, and a renewed Jouljet into 2010! Hopefully I'll even catch up and finished my older posts for this year, too. Good luck to other challenge participants! I know Nicole has signed up....anyone else?
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Trick or Treat Pub Crawl
With an old lady dress from the op shop, an oldie wig and some strange person's prescription glasses Katie just had lying around, I dressed as my worst nightmare for Halloween yesterday. Making my way down Brunswick Street in the surprising 27C heat, I made it to the Rose Hotel, for the first stop in the Trick or Treat pub crawl in Fitzroy.
Meeting MJ and Sharon, and Meggsie, we went in for a pub lunch, while Melissa, Katrina and Kylie made their way to us. Springer and Bree joined us for our first drinks, before we made our way to the air conditioned Royal Derby, which had actually featured on a pub crawl earlier in the year.
Walking down Brunswick Street all dressed up in random Halloween garb, we walked down a side street to find the Commercial Club. As we walked into the empty white space, the bartender made some crack about us being dressed up...and we had our one pot pretty quickly!
Back to Brunswick Street, the Punters Club on the map is today's Bimbo Delux, and the destination for our next pot. Joined here by witchy Lana, we also ducked across the street to the Evelyn, which was a little weird, drinking there in the middle of the day, and dressed up as an old lady!
Down to the Provincial for a pot, in their gorgeous rooms, we were joined by Amanda, before walking down Johnston Street to find that McCrossin's on the map was now opened as Griffs Wine Pub, and thus an extra stop for the drink. I am not sure that the publican was thrilled by our group wandering in, but we were joined here by Kym, and Nick.
Inside Rochester Castle we found a nanny couch, a pool table, and funky booths to keep us entertained for our pot stop, before getting to the Birmingham, where we were joined by Sara and her friends, and Bumble and Lisbe, who had been at the races.
Walking around the loop on the map, we found a tidy bucks party at the Marquis of Lorne, before discovering the awesome rooftop beer garden. Back on the map, we all made our way to the Napier Hotel, where Neil found us, for a bit of a Flagger reunion.
Finding a church Halloween party, where there was an entry fee, but then climbing through an archway to anothe rmuch cooler house party, we lost our nerve and returned to the pubs on the map. The Rainbow seemed to be having a Halloween party of it's own, where we found many, many others dressed up.
Getting to the Perseverence back on Brunswick Street, we found many tidy race-goers, who looked strangely upon our group. Delayed here during out pot consumption by a heavy downpour outside, we had to time our dash to the next pub with care.
Bumble, Meggsie and I jumped in a cab, and with the driver being less than helpful, we had no luck finding the Standard, having our next pot at the Pumphouse. And that, amazingly, was stumps for me. Very tired, and a little bit drunky, this is the first crowl we haven't completed, with 4 pubs and the longest leg, distance-wise to go.
Alas, maybe some other time. But a fun Halloween day, to mark my birthday, notheless!
Meeting MJ and Sharon, and Meggsie, we went in for a pub lunch, while Melissa, Katrina and Kylie made their way to us. Springer and Bree joined us for our first drinks, before we made our way to the air conditioned Royal Derby, which had actually featured on a pub crawl earlier in the year.Walking down Brunswick Street all dressed up in random Halloween garb, we walked down a side street to find the Commercial Club. As we walked into the empty white space, the bartender made some crack about us being dressed up...and we had our one pot pretty quickly!
Back to Brunswick Street, the Punters Club on the map is today's Bimbo Delux, and the destination for our next pot. Joined here by witchy Lana, we also ducked across the street to the Evelyn, which was a little weird, drinking there in the middle of the day, and dressed up as an old lady! Down to the Provincial for a pot, in their gorgeous rooms, we were joined by Amanda, before walking down Johnston Street to find that McCrossin's on the map was now opened as Griffs Wine Pub, and thus an extra stop for the drink. I am not sure that the publican was thrilled by our group wandering in, but we were joined here by Kym, and Nick.
Inside Rochester Castle we found a nanny couch, a pool table, and funky booths to keep us entertained for our pot stop, before getting to the Birmingham, where we were joined by Sara and her friends, and Bumble and Lisbe, who had been at the races.Walking around the loop on the map, we found a tidy bucks party at the Marquis of Lorne, before discovering the awesome rooftop beer garden. Back on the map, we all made our way to the Napier Hotel, where Neil found us, for a bit of a Flagger reunion.
Finding a church Halloween party, where there was an entry fee, but then climbing through an archway to anothe rmuch cooler house party, we lost our nerve and returned to the pubs on the map. The Rainbow seemed to be having a Halloween party of it's own, where we found many, many others dressed up.
Getting to the Perseverence back on Brunswick Street, we found many tidy race-goers, who looked strangely upon our group. Delayed here during out pot consumption by a heavy downpour outside, we had to time our dash to the next pub with care. Bumble, Meggsie and I jumped in a cab, and with the driver being less than helpful, we had no luck finding the Standard, having our next pot at the Pumphouse. And that, amazingly, was stumps for me. Very tired, and a little bit drunky, this is the first crowl we haven't completed, with 4 pubs and the longest leg, distance-wise to go.
Alas, maybe some other time. But a fun Halloween day, to mark my birthday, notheless!