Tuesday, August 31, 2004

if you haven't checked out bunnie's blog yet, here's one hell of a reason to......

"at 4am my cat was sleeping next to me and suddenly retched. i rolled over to shoo her off the bed before anything bad happened and rolled my bare ass into a pile of fresh hot cat vomit. it is by far the most disgusting thing that i has ever happened to me and i used to pee on people and sew their lips shut for a living....."


Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Yours might have been ugly, but at least it still exists. The town I was born in was turned into a big brown hole before I had my first birthday - I take it as a signpost for the rest of my life.

"It isn’t often that architects and urban planners get the opportunity to build a town from scratch. But this was the case in the 1920s with the Victorian company town of Yallourn, designed on what were at the time considered the best “hygienic and aesthetic principles”. It WAS a pretty little model garden town, full of carefully designed public buildings and houses. But today it exists only in the landscape of memory. It has been completely obliterated. The old town of Yallourn existed til the 1970's when it was "dismantled" and the houses and services shifted due to coal excavations occuring under the town."

Friday, August 20, 2004

I was inspired by this, and looked up Pudsey on the net. How depressing! The town where I'm from has been around for over a thousand years, and I found a quote from the 19th century that said:
"The inhabitants do not appear to pride themselves in the appearance of their village, or to rival each other to the exterior decorations of their several dwellings ; on the contrary, they strive to excel each other in industry and frugality, and seem more anxious to acquire riches, than ostentatiously to display them."

So. Long story short, I come from an ugly town with a long history of tightarsiness.

Saturday, August 14, 2004

The internet is a strange thing.

It's easy to take for granted that we can call up information almost immediately, on any topic we can imagine, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
And because it's so easy, sometimes you forget that almost all of this information has some sort of emotional context.

Part of a book I'm trying to work on / write / plan out is half based on the tiny village i spent part of my childhood in. It's where my first memories are from, it's where my maternal grandmother lived, and it's the kind of small village that the main character from my book grew up in, left, and has now returned to.

I typed the name into google and did an image search, and amongst all of the maps and navigation images were these:

I think I can see the house where my grandmother lived, and where I spent part of my childhood.

It's strange to be so blase and cynical about the internet on a daily basis, and then to find some little bubble of emotion amongst the noise.