Moving tracks is damn hard work...

Below is the back-garden, outside shed - BEFORE:

- AFTER:

Back garden - BEFORE:

Back garden - AFTER

Pile of green-waste from back garden:

Front garden - BEFORE

Front garden - AFTER

...there was another pile of green-waste in the front garden which i did not take a photo of, and the green-waste will probably need 2 trucks/skips to be disposed of properly.

And sorry for the bad angles!

Christian Brimo - 'My Friends'

...so i found some of my man Christian's old writing on my computer. Thought i would post some of it, and hope he doesn't kill me:

10:25 PM 9/08/2005 Christian Brimo MY FRIENDS

My friends walk like Beat poets talk like dice rollers reject theory laugh when i call bullshit My friends bitch about girls wear strange hats Armani belts fur fringed coats My friends pay lots of money to see bands you've never heard give me music i've never heard know the girl on the door and still get charged cover My friends are too nice for this world don't find me sexually attractive (except the guys) are 'only joking' when flirting don't believe I'm a poet My friends are virtual don't respond when i talk 'heh' to all my jokes My friends don't show up at my readings or that one play i wrote My friends are anyone who ever smiled or said 'hi' My friends don't call when they have free tickets are only joking when they dance with me won't tell me how to pick up My friends don't care how weird I am get the coolness of Victorian poetry and thrift store cool coat hunting My friends don't stay when i leave a place can't survive distance or a few days away are too full of energy and 5am Great Barrington stoplight symmetry Massive Attack Coleman Hawkins Miles Davis bong morning Ginsburg reciting Beat worshiping pavement pounding shadow trailing legendary jumping 5am half-cup studying nonsense spewing stepping razor House of Leaves Les Mis Mario Kart

My friends are stuck in time trapped voices My friends are hearing this (if you count a smile or Roundhouse beer or 4 months of dice rolling as friendship) My friends sleep when i'm awake wake i'm asleep buy me beer when I need coffee Bukowski when I need Bowie My friends know Byron matters My friends finish my sentences My friends are too good for this world cynical to causes 'cause i'll laugh if they aren't My friends are a hardy breed taking my ramblings my rants and wild hair My friends have stacks of Discworld books (even if I met them at a punk show) and Spider-Man comics (or a gallery opening) and Darth Vader masks (or a ballet) My friends have friends in bands that you'll hear next year on Triple J and I'll say 'I know that girl singing that' and you'll laugh and call me a wino but my friends won't do anything because my friends don't fight and I just run away

Photo of the author from 2005 below:

Inspirational

God Damn Poachers...

just some photos....

Damn cool lizard, she said.

JUXTAPOSITION - Eva Amurri VS. Eva Amurri VS. Susan Surandon

...so lately there has been a lot of fuss made about Susan Sarandon's daughter, Eva Amurri and her burgeoning sex-symbol status, thanks to her scenes as a stripper in TV-show 'Californication'. Now what people seem to have forgotten, is that Ms Amurri had already bared-all - so to speak - back in 1988 for avant-garde photographer Robert Mapplethorpe. Both photos make for some seriously creepy juxtaposition, i can imagine a seedy old man - Tim Robbins? - telling her, "my how you've grown-up young lady"....:

Eva Amurri, by Robert Mapplethorpe, 1988.

Eva Amurri, in 'Californication', 2009.

Finally we should compare, purely for uhhhhh academic? reasons, Eva Amurri to her mother, Susan Sarandon. Ms Sarandon is most likely the reason for Eva's liberal/european attitude to her body, and definitely had to sign some consent forms back in 1988 to allow that Robert Mapplethorpe photo to happen (see photo above).

Susan Sarandon in 'Pretty Baby', 1978

We will look to Will I Am for the send-off:

"Girl were did you get yr slutty attitude from?"; "I got it from my liberal-actor-divorced-single momma"

just playing y'all...