I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

J’s Diary Entry 5 November 2001 Bit of a shopping day today.  Got up late-ish, still a bit sick but trying valiantly to eat my way to wellness.  After watching Springer (“I’m here to fulfil my Secret Lesbian Fantasy”) Jen, Jade and I walked down to Chapel Street and did some window shopping (which I’ve always considered kind of pointless – why tease yourself?) and … Continue reading I can’t wait to hear everyone missed me.

Polaroids and Polar Bears

J’s Diary Entry 1 November 2001 Good day and crappy day.  Got out of bed late, watched some telly, did some chores then into the City for art supplies.  Spent $27 got 2 nice extra fine pens, some chalks, some charcoal.  Then I got a Sketch-A-Graph from Toys R Us.  Came home and burnt an Aphex Twin compilation while I drew some pictures of Mum. … Continue reading Polaroids and Polar Bears

She refused to see the link between art and politics.

Thursday, 27 June 1996  12:30pm Howdy Sis, Went and saw that film last night, The Wonderful Horrible Life of Leni Riefenstahl.  Kind of sad in a way, I think she got a bit of a bum rap.  Raised some interesting points about art and politics though.  In particular, the notion of a ‘Fascist Aesthetic’ interested me.  Susan Sontag accused Leni of continuing this fascist aesthetic … Continue reading She refused to see the link between art and politics.

In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.

Thursday, 14 September 1995  9:24PM Wow, I can’t believe it’s September S.  In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past when I was in the tea room, though I can’t recall what I did for New Year’s Eve at all. That’s a bit of a concern.  I really can’t remember what I did. I just asked Simon. He said I did nothing, at … Continue reading In a work context, this year seems to have snuck past while I was in the tea room.

J the handyman continues his conquest of the world of hardware.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 5 June 1995 My God!  It’s so cruelly cold in my house. My hands are so cold I can hardly write. Stood in a queue today next to some Canadian guy chatting with a 50-ish Australian woman about Melbourne.  He was tall, lanky, blonde, tanned and had a slight lisp, that made his s’s sound like zh’s, if you know what … Continue reading J the handyman continues his conquest of the world of hardware.