'No Words'

Clan of Xymox - No Words
Above is the theme song of this update which will be mostly pictures. It will take you directly to the youtude page, I don't know how to make the link open a second window, I'm a novice in the web world. So if you click on that link, goodbye! 

Either way, it's a great song to lose you to and an inspiration for some of these photos. You can click on the pictures and make them bigger. I know that much.

This is what's left of the Coopers Brewery. 

I serve a lot of that beer on a Friday night:

Saint Mary's:

Center Point Tower from Paddington:






Kristi and I live in Camperdown which is in the Inner West of Sydney. We are walking distance to a main street with shops and restaurants, a supermarket and amazing gelato as well as good pizza and interesting people. It's a pretty spectacular area. I would say it was the Junction meets Melrose Ave with some Fairfax & 3rd type action on the side. It's called King Street in Newtown. 

This is what we see on our short walk from the apartment to 'Kingy'. 

This is the dog park and on of the ways to walk to the Courthouse Hotel, a pub with an outside seated and heated area along with good music and the first time I'd ever hear the concept of a Meat Raffle, which takes place every Thursday evening. They also have an event called Crawdad Racing. A baritone gay man is the announcer and he shouts things like "Come on baaa-beey come little babies.." and "Lady Ga Ga no Bad Romance here" to snails with painted shells surrounded by drunk people. There's also a woman who looks like Boy George. All in all it's a good place.

King Street:

On a rainy walk one day I saw one of these:

All that's missing from the below photo is Jimmy Vincent. 

Here was Jimmy in London, April 2006.

Back to the walk.
'whale penis':
Girl... you are forever in their hearts:

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I visited the Camperdown Cemetery. Kristi, JW and I are going to take the tour on the 5th of June.
It's very old.

Yes, that is a bag of shit on the stone marking the entrance to the cemetery. 

Some people surprise me:

I was listening to the song 'Heaven or Las Vegas' by the Cocteau Twins when I took this next photo. I thought it appropriate. If you'd like to listen to that song right now, here it is ~+~

'Eternity' written on the ground at the front gate:

With a ribbon tied around my head I give my body to the ground:

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I went out the other night to meet some friends at a great bar called the Shady Pine Lodge. They have an 'Americana' theme which means it specializes in whiskey and they play Neil Young. It has a fire place and taxidermy so I'm in. You enter through the alley. 


Ladies of the night on Oxford.

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Jessica Watson.

This 16 year old has sailed around the world. At one point the waters were so rough they toppled her boat 6 times. A 4 story wave bent the metal frame of her solar panel. She and her pink boat made it all the way around the planet.
She came home last week and Sydney was up in arms. A journey that started 7 months ago was at a close, 'Our Jessica' was coming home.

Here's a story about her: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/australiaandthepacific/australia/7727819/Round-the-world-sailor-Jessica-Watson-arrives-back-in-Sydney.html


They wrote Jessica in the sky. I was working that day and we watched the whole thing on the bar tv. 

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Jonathan and I got a new car. This means I'll be here for a while.


Still strange sitting on this side of the car.

Every Tuesday we drive the 45mins to Windsor aka Oakso to watch Survivor. We are obsessed with the show and it gives us a good reason to have dinner with Bobby and Caz, 5 dogs, 5 cats one duck and The Miles Brothers. Here is our old A frame of Love, now site of the Castratii studio. 

Mugsy, he's the Johnny Depp of cats:

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Randoms:

The girls at the Annandale Hotel want to make sure you know the difference:

Good to know we live in a 'Nuclear Free Zone':

Running to work in the rain I came upon this Prince like chair:

Totem at night:
Last update I mentioned seeing fried bats around the city. 

Here is the newest spotting:

Since when did George Bush Type make it into the casting world?:

The second floor of #14 Mallet Street, our home:

The Owl through the window:

Goodbye for now.

Hello there, Bat here.

It's my first time writing in this blog. "All Apologies" is playing so I'm going to call this blog entry "About A Girl". Let's see if this saves.*

I went to LA a month ago and drove out to Austin for SXSW where it was surprisingly cold and every band was already signed. Serena-Maneesh and School of Seven Bells stood out for me.



Serena-Maneesh (my camera died during School of Seven Bells)

As always it good to see old friends and make new ones. Here is my love JPF of ZAZA, and a few others.






The best/worst band was Salem. It was outstandingly awful and I look forward to seeing it again. Think rap syrup dripping down the hand of an industrial kid in Minnesota. Next time they play I will definitely be there.



We took Jack Ladder for a ride when we packed him in the front seat of my sports car for a total of 5 days.



The miles passed with Denny's, Mc Donalds, Waffle House...

Note: Lela from Waffle House in Phoenix. You piece of work you. We hope you're feeling better health wise even if you did send us to the ganglands of P.Town where we 'flipped a bitch and drove' when a small man was chased across the front of our car by another significantly larger man and a car full of 'colorful' personalities. Your Lynch-ian suggestion to go to the top of "A Mountain" was later deciphered as we drove out of hell er... Phoenix and passed a mound of dirt with a large A in rocks.





Judge if you will, but I like taxidermy. Why, just the other day I was explaining my fog and animatronic idea to Cannon Ball Bob after running it across the desk of Miss K. Arnold (soon to be prefixed by Dr.). The concept is eye-opening and still looking for funding.




The BBQ n Beer flew by and before we knew it we were back in LA. I hugged friends, spent time with my mom and found the site of Jonathan and I's wedding set for July 2011.








I will always come back to LA and I miss my ladies madly.






~ Ozbervations ~


Fried Bats:
Those of you who have visited Australia (Sydney to be exact) must have seen the Fruit Bats in the Botanical Gardens and parks surrounding the city. These winged gems hang around the park till dusk, taking flight with the first sight of stars and darting across the city in a rush to feast the night away. There must be something wrong lately, weather wise or somewhere in their inner maps because I have never seen so many fried bats in this neighborhood. Neither has Jonathan in his 11 years living in Newtown. These poor fermented-fruit hounds have been seen roasted and toasted all over the place. Some with gripping feet, some hanging by a wing... we saw a triple whammy the other day with teeth and claws cooked on the wire.
I hope they didn't pop upon electrocution.





Pole and sometimes Tree sweaters:
Someone has a lot of time on their hands knitting small scarfs to be sewn together into a sweater around inanimate objects. Trees and poles are bracing for winter in these colorful frocks.



Coffee:
I never knew the bean murder some baristas were committing in the States until I visited a real coffee shop. I had a one on one coffee course with a barista from the top coffee company in Sydney, Single Origin.






There are so many things that go into making a good cup of coffee. From the tamp pressure to the length of extraction. It was a privilege to learn from the roasters about the variety of beans, where they are from and the difference in taste.





They sometimes find bones in the beans, rocks from Ethiopia, Brazil. India and Mexico, depending where the beans have been harvested.



I drank so much coffee that day, my head hurts thinking about it. At least I can pour a decent cup for the coffee snobs of Australia.





Cigarettes:
Boo fucking hoo your smokes are $15. Yes, they raised the tax because you can kill yourself and pay for it at the same time. Smoking sucks. It doesn't even get you high... man...
Check out that fresh new advertising campaign.




China Town:
Massive tree with gold on it marks the entrance to one of the biggest China Town districts in the world. Here is Kristi the tree hugger.




Book Suggestion:
I just finished Oryx and Crake and Year of The Flood, a 2 part semi-sci-fi book about the future. I enjoyed it.
An easy read similar to Huxley's Brave New World.



~ FACT of the BLOG UPDATE ~

Taken from the Daily Telegraph in Sydney;

Titled: JAIL FOR EATING GIRL

MOSCOW: A Russian court has convicted two men of murdering and eating a 16 year-old school girl. The St Petersburg Court said it sentenced a 21 year-old Goth-rock musician to 19 years in a maximum-security prison. His 20 year-old accomplice was sentenced to 18 years.
the court said in a statement released yesterday that the musician lured his victim to his apartment in January this year, where he and his friend drowned her in a bathtub and cooked parts of her body.
The men pleaded not guilty, and in earlier testimony they said they had killed the woman because they "were hungry"

-Kristi told me about a man that stuck his drinking buddy in his couch after the friend died unexpectedly at his apartment. The neighbors complained about a smell, which the landlords later assumed was a plumbing and sewage problem. 10 years later them bones were found in the mans couch.
People are strange.



Here's a picture of The Owl.



And how short her arms are compared to JW's.



BYE!

*If you are reading this, the Stickies program has saved on my desktop and I am mentally patting the robot on the back.