Not wanting to break with tradition, i have left quite some time between posts on this blog.
Let's just say that I have been busy...
life, love, family, friends, bikes, music, summer, wine, and food can chew up a reasonable amount of time, you know.
I think perhaps I need another blog for the things that don't quite fit into this one [too personal] but are not personal enough for my other blog...
in any case, I want to share.
here.
and I will...soon.
April 27, 2011
October 11, 2010
Speechless.
I haven't written a word for over 6 weeks and in my world, that's a lifetime.
It's highly unusual that I haven't been scribing on my other blog, on the usual daily basis. In fact, I have been so creatively inactive, that my typing skills have consequentially suffered.
You see, I suffer from the blues...especially in Winter, and what I've recently discovered, is that I am not alone.
More and more people I meet [especially women] are telling me that they too, suffer from depression.
I first suffered from the condition when I was just 16 years old...it all began on my 16th birthday in fact, and since then, i've been through everything from life threatening bouts, medication and near hospitalisation, to independent travel, drug-free years, and elation.
But depression is like any illness, it needs to be kept in check and one can not become lazy...Winter makes me lazy, and I forget how easy it is to slide back into anxiety, sadness and lethargy.
When I first fell ill, to discuss depression was taboo...to do so led to rumours flying and being ostracised. I am glad that now, 20 years later, people are more open to sharing their experiences. Thankfully, depression is no longer a dirty word, and with 20% of the Australian population affected by it, it's about time.
I have been neglectful of my friends, distant to my family, and in no mood to write, so it's good that even though this post is is no way entertaining, creative or amusing, sharing why I've been a hermit, seems to in fact been the commencement of my re-emergence.
Watch this space...
Oui
It's highly unusual that I haven't been scribing on my other blog, on the usual daily basis. In fact, I have been so creatively inactive, that my typing skills have consequentially suffered.
You see, I suffer from the blues...especially in Winter, and what I've recently discovered, is that I am not alone.
More and more people I meet [especially women] are telling me that they too, suffer from depression.
I first suffered from the condition when I was just 16 years old...it all began on my 16th birthday in fact, and since then, i've been through everything from life threatening bouts, medication and near hospitalisation, to independent travel, drug-free years, and elation.
But depression is like any illness, it needs to be kept in check and one can not become lazy...Winter makes me lazy, and I forget how easy it is to slide back into anxiety, sadness and lethargy.
When I first fell ill, to discuss depression was taboo...to do so led to rumours flying and being ostracised. I am glad that now, 20 years later, people are more open to sharing their experiences. Thankfully, depression is no longer a dirty word, and with 20% of the Australian population affected by it, it's about time.
I have been neglectful of my friends, distant to my family, and in no mood to write, so it's good that even though this post is is no way entertaining, creative or amusing, sharing why I've been a hermit, seems to in fact been the commencement of my re-emergence.
Watch this space...
Oui
April 29, 2010
Wondering about Wanderlust
It has been a while [though I doubt I've been missed] and it's kinda fitting that my first post in months, is coming to you from Melbourne.
I've got itchy feet you see...a wandering eye, a need for change, I'm plagued by a sense of familiarity.
Yeah, it's easy to romanticise about a place you visit for a brief amount of time, but this used to be home for me.
While Melbourne is growing at a rate that's set to overtake Sydney within the next 30 years, it's managing to retain its intimate, personable charm...and I think I want to live here again.
This visit I've been smitten by different things. Unusually, I've spent the majority of my time in the city, even opting to stay in a hotel despite the various friends who offer a bed every visit.
My weekend started with a drink at the uber cool Sweatshop followed by an outstanding dinner upstairs at Seamstress. I was treated to lunch at the always good Italy1 on Tuesday, and I write to you from the ever comfortable Sister Bellas [although, the staff seem to have taken a massive dose of 'I don't give a fuck']
No visit would be complete without a visit to my favourite cafe ever which was complete with 4 fixies parked out the front and exceptionally good looking staff [oh yeah, the coffee was excellent as always]
The only visit to another area involved waiting for twenty minutes for a table at Three Bags Full in Abbotsford...and it was worth it.
The other thing I've noticed this visit, is the growing amount of cyclists. It's no secret that I gush over men on fixies [single speeds are acceptable too] but cycling in general is growing here, and that got me a bit excited.
While an overseas trip is being planned for later this year [NYC, San Francisco, Abu Dhabi, Lebanon] I'm thinking that upon my return, a move to Melbourne may be on the cards...after all, I'm single and free and can think of no better Australian city to call home.
I've got itchy feet you see...a wandering eye, a need for change, I'm plagued by a sense of familiarity.
Yeah, it's easy to romanticise about a place you visit for a brief amount of time, but this used to be home for me.
While Melbourne is growing at a rate that's set to overtake Sydney within the next 30 years, it's managing to retain its intimate, personable charm...and I think I want to live here again.
This visit I've been smitten by different things. Unusually, I've spent the majority of my time in the city, even opting to stay in a hotel despite the various friends who offer a bed every visit.
My weekend started with a drink at the uber cool Sweatshop followed by an outstanding dinner upstairs at Seamstress. I was treated to lunch at the always good Italy1 on Tuesday, and I write to you from the ever comfortable Sister Bellas [although, the staff seem to have taken a massive dose of 'I don't give a fuck']
No visit would be complete without a visit to my favourite cafe ever which was complete with 4 fixies parked out the front and exceptionally good looking staff [oh yeah, the coffee was excellent as always]
The only visit to another area involved waiting for twenty minutes for a table at Three Bags Full in Abbotsford...and it was worth it.
The other thing I've noticed this visit, is the growing amount of cyclists. It's no secret that I gush over men on fixies [single speeds are acceptable too] but cycling in general is growing here, and that got me a bit excited.
While an overseas trip is being planned for later this year [NYC, San Francisco, Abu Dhabi, Lebanon] I'm thinking that upon my return, a move to Melbourne may be on the cards...after all, I'm single and free and can think of no better Australian city to call home.
February 08, 2010
Absent [minded] friend
I realise I've been a bit absent of late...
This may be because I'm trying to curb my 'e-communication' habits, [I've ceased my affair with Twitter, limited my Facebook activity and am spending more time reading 'real' books] or perhaps it's because I've been too busy riding my bike, socialising, re-focusing, and generally getting up to [no] good.
I do devote quite a bit of time and energy to another blog that contains only words, and seeing as how I'm returning to study this semester, I suspect I'll be even more absent round these here parts.
Over the next month, I plan on spending most of my available time at the Garden of Unearthly Delights and the Adelaide Festival Artists Bar.
[I get so god damn excited about February and March in Adelaide...]
So I guess I'll see you in a couple of months, with many stories to tell...
This may be because I'm trying to curb my 'e-communication' habits, [I've ceased my affair with Twitter, limited my Facebook activity and am spending more time reading 'real' books] or perhaps it's because I've been too busy riding my bike, socialising, re-focusing, and generally getting up to [no] good.
I do devote quite a bit of time and energy to another blog that contains only words, and seeing as how I'm returning to study this semester, I suspect I'll be even more absent round these here parts.
Over the next month, I plan on spending most of my available time at the Garden of Unearthly Delights and the Adelaide Festival Artists Bar.
[I get so god damn excited about February and March in Adelaide...]
So I guess I'll see you in a couple of months, with many stories to tell...
January 28, 2010
Ouistiti
Just two of the many interesting things I found when I Googled Oui Ouistiti...
A men's magazine [for the man of the world, no less] and a band [even had a listen to the free album download...sadly, their sound is not as good as their album cover...]
A men's magazine [for the man of the world, no less] and a band [even had a listen to the free album download...sadly, their sound is not as good as their album cover...]
January 17, 2010
Casting shadows...
I adore silhouette art.
These are just a few images I've found that I'm fond of, however I'm still searching for one that will live on me permanently...
January 12, 2010
Don't go changin' [too much]
I have not been back to Melbourne town in over 18 months.
That's a really long time to not visit a city that changes so rapidly...and rapidly it's a changin'
Although I resided here for around three and a half years, I feel almost lost in a place I once called home.
I fear Melbourne is getting too big...it is losing it's intimate charm.
I have visited my old favourites, stumbled across new ones, and shall explore more tomorrow, but even though I adore elements of this city, I suspect I have fallen out of love with her.
A whole new freeway has appeared, apartment blocks are popping up like weeds, bar staff are less interested and people in general seem less friendly.
It's no secret that I struggle to be present, [uno, live in the moment, see first what is directly before me, blah, blah, blah] but although I am surrounded by excellent coffee, great restaurants, hot fixie riders, quirky bars, retail sales, gorgeous people, and excellent street art, I just don't feel at home here anymore.
Despite this 40 degree weather, Melbourne is losing it's warmth.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall feel differently...
Anyway, tonight involves a first...a quiet night at Revolvar [yeah, seriously]
We're starting with food in the dining room [now Colonel Tans, previously Paddee Thai] before a feature film premiere in the band room, where I'd normally be found dancing till daylight...
That's a really long time to not visit a city that changes so rapidly...and rapidly it's a changin'
Although I resided here for around three and a half years, I feel almost lost in a place I once called home.
I fear Melbourne is getting too big...it is losing it's intimate charm.
I have visited my old favourites, stumbled across new ones, and shall explore more tomorrow, but even though I adore elements of this city, I suspect I have fallen out of love with her.
A whole new freeway has appeared, apartment blocks are popping up like weeds, bar staff are less interested and people in general seem less friendly.
It's no secret that I struggle to be present, [uno, live in the moment, see first what is directly before me, blah, blah, blah] but although I am surrounded by excellent coffee, great restaurants, hot fixie riders, quirky bars, retail sales, gorgeous people, and excellent street art, I just don't feel at home here anymore.
Despite this 40 degree weather, Melbourne is losing it's warmth.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall feel differently...
Anyway, tonight involves a first...a quiet night at Revolvar [yeah, seriously]
We're starting with food in the dining room [now Colonel Tans, previously Paddee Thai] before a feature film premiere in the band room, where I'd normally be found dancing till daylight...
January 09, 2010
Oh Brother!
I'm no coffee junkie [apparently as I drink my coffee white, I can have no real appreciation for it anyway] but I do drink two brews a day, and I do know a good coffee from a bad one.
I also get pretty excited about a cafe that gets the three essential elements right.
Brother Baba Budan is that cafe for me, and one of my favourite Melbourne haunts.
I adore the fit-out, relish the coffee, and admire the passion behind the owners and staff.
I just can't wait to get back there next week...my nervous system has no idea what it's in for.
January 07, 2010
Tripping on old pavements
I am going on an air trip
a pavement trip
a road trip.
Home.
There is too much to see
and
too much to do.
I'll think of you often
but
not have
time
to miss you.
I'll see you soon
to
swap
travel stories.
I'll be here
here
here
and here
[and one late night, here]
a pavement trip
a road trip.
Home.
There is too much to see
and
too much to do.
I'll think of you often
but
not have
time
to miss you.
I'll see you soon
to
swap
travel stories.
I'll be here
here
here
and here
[and one late night, here]
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