turquoise chair party

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Originally uploaded by flotson.

I love this photo. It's like the aftermath of a party for turquoise chairs: they all came and got trashed, and there was no-one left to make sure they got home safely so they all had to stay . . . and they woke up in the morning, dishevelled, and it'd been raining, and someone had set fire to the ground, which made it very dirty, so they all dozed off again . . .

most overrated virtue

Cass emailed today. And called this evening. Seeing as we haven't spoken in about 2 months (my fault I failed to respond to a phone message) we talked for about 2 hours on the phone. We conversed on many subjects amongst them

• parents who almost cut their fingers off
• ontology
• ethics and business managers
• attention deficit disorder
• children under 3 watching tv, and how they shouldn't because it interfers with their synapses
• what men eat when women aren't at home
• myspace is ugly
• the unbelievable little pieces of James Frey

We also got onto Proust's Questions. Running through the list I asked Cass "What do you consider the most overrated virtue?" which meant we had to find a list of virtues. Cass decided that the most overrated virtue is cleanliness.

Then we started looking at vices. If you can define a vice as the opposite of a virtue, then probably the most overrated vice is dirtiness. We also decided that several of the virtues could become vices, eg diligence, or flexibility, or tact even. Perhaps anything taken to an extreme is vicious.

exactly three years before ...

exactly three years before ...
Originally uploaded by _elinor.

there's not much in the papers about Grant McLennan, so I've been looking around flickr, and of course, people remember him and mourn him.

The Go-Betweens' music was a sound track for part of my life, and their lyrics stick in my head:

when a woman learns to walk, she's not dependent anymore
a line from her letter May 24

from Bye Bye Pride.

GW McLennan

Grant McLennan died yesterday, 6 May 2006, in Brisbane. Here's the notice on the Go-Between's website.

It's difficult to believe. Like when David McComb died. Gaps that just shouldn't be there.

when the rain hit the roof with the sound of a finished kiss
like a lip lifted from a lip
I took the wrong road round

to-do, or not to-do

I was just about to post something else, with great enthusiasm and urgency, when I came across this:

To-Do List

It's a blog featuring to-do lists. The person running it actually wants lists. So now I just have to work out which of my fabulously mundane, and exquisitely boring lists I'll send this poor sucker.

Here is today's list:

• email & phone Paul re: exit date


• email Tania re: website


• email Deb - say hello


• phone Maged about rates, levies, payment etc


• find land tax form


• pay rates


• put flea stuff on Malfi

You can see that my life is trully scintillating at the moment . . .