me [1:51 AM] :
so you still haven’t been back to singapore since you left, have you??
calvin [1:52 AM] :
I did go back once actually… this april to aug
me [1:52 AM] :
OH NO!!!
me [1:52 AM] :
you were there then???!!!
calvin [1:52 AM] :
were you there??
me [1:52 AM] :
i was there at the end of july!!!
me [1:52 AM] [...]

it and google saved a man’s life*. what really stood out to me, however, was the last bit of the article:
“Mr Downer confirmed the government had rejected a United Nations request for Australian troops to help protect UN officials in Iraq.”
well. now they’re not even pretending to be there for humanitarian purposes, it seems.
what i [...]

we have an artist-in-residence now, and he’s having an art exhibition. it’s free admission if you fancy a look-in.
another konvolut resident, another wordpress abode. now that i’ve moved everyone over to wordpress i should be able to get round to refurbishing my own (much-neglected) place.

i don’t mind work that involves ringing and having conversations with strangers, or being put on hold. but oh, the circular torture that is advertising disguised as call-waiting muzak!
if i never hear the good guys, harvey norman or domayne jingles again it won’t be a day too soon.

from the fibreculture mailing list:

“I am always surprised to see how friends & acquaintances consider ‘who they
voted for’ not a subject for disclosure.”
/snip
While I understand that private voting is one of the foundational pillars of democracy, wouldn’t it be interesting to see the outcome of an Australian election if the way people voted was a [...]

so now the shock has worn off, and the more i think about it the angrier i am.
when did we become a nation of selfish little fuckwits??
how do you smother your human decency to the extent that you could re-elect a manipulative, lying, syncophantic, greedy, arrogant old man to represent you and what you [...]

between the election and derrida’s passing, this weekend has sunk to new depths of argh.
i’m still fuzzy with disbelief.

in this fortnight’s installment of what’s the plan, parentals?, father wah returns from a month of being abroad to announce that a result of his ten day trip to china is that he has been offered and accepted a job in shen zhen that starts in november!
previous plans for himself and mother wah to move [...]

“Sleeping with prostitutes is like making your cat dance with you on its hind legs. You know it’s wrong, but you try to convince yourself that they’re enjoying it as well.”
thanks, spengy! (he may not blog often, but it’s worth it when he does!)

or, i love working in the io, reason #i’ve lost count
colleagues who share theatre humour with you.
august strindberg and a helium balloon (heeeeeliummmmm!). genius, i tells ya.