Georgiezine

 Tomorrow, for work, I have to facilitate a group doing arty stuff expressing lived experience, and on my, I don't feel prepared. I should be packing my car now, but I am not, I'm going to 'wing it', which is a bad bad philosophy, that relies on personal charm, and people's willingness to free range.  Umm, swapped notes with work Jess about books, campus novels, performative male in the wilderness, the latter prompted by the sighting of a male, 40plus, well dressed: khaki duster jacket, Tortoise tshirt, Japanese skater jeans, shoes, clear plastic spectacles, cap clad, on phone, waiting for work colleague, younger, boob tube, bomber jacket, skater jeans. Such a cool platonic couple. Sadly, phone battery flat.  Earlier I'd been up the hill at Flinders campus, working out the whole Sturt campus, medical campus, Bedford campus, the bridge, the wilderness, the lake, the community centre, the market garden, the permaculture garden, the library, the art museum, which i...

 Aeons ago, I was hanging out with my friend Megan, who was taking AGES to buy cigarettes in the 7 day supermarket and I walked in and loudly declared 'hurry up' like I was the grumpy blackboard in Mr Squiggle, before my jaw dropped, and I understood her delay-Mr Adonis was on the checkout counter, and he wouldn't have been a day over 17. Unbelievable. At the time the age gap was definitely 20 years, more for Megan, and we walked away guiltily laughing.  Age gaps still have taboo, I used to get hung up about a 2-3 year age gap, which seems ridiculous now, but it remains as a double standard of ageism. Men as old as the recently departed Sam Neill (RIP, such a babe), can match up with someone younger than their adult children, because they're a financially solvent silver fox, but if a women matches up with a much younger male, eyebrows are raised.  There is a not great film I watched recently, featuring Michelle Pfeiffer and Paul Rudd, both did their best with uneven mat...

Had some more fridge free action, last week, when I stayed in accommodation with highly curated interior cabinetry, followed by a charming and very 'me' interior, think wood, textiles, mood lights, books, rugs, deep sleep. M came to visit, on my request, gee he's nice, but he does a friendly patter, sometimes about keeping it light, sometimes masking something he doesn't want to talk about, sometimes signalling time up. He's married to his job, which is what brain boxes without a girlfriend do, maybe that's why he keeps telling me to spend more time at home, but home isn't enough of a reflection of my inner life, so I'm overcompensating, and I don't need to doubt my abilities, professionally, but be more selective. He talked about some guide to being a political advisor, amusingly it's only 2 pages long, but the hot tip is speak to people, and know your portfolio, I said yes, it's always a relief when someone has that humility. M gave me tips...

I'm on my laptop at the desk of one of the siblings of the bass player in my son's teenage rock pop band. There are kids in the kitchen, and the lounge is set up with a variety of toys, board games, nurturing routines, one of the siblings (I can't tell them apart) has written a letter in pencil handwriting, all code. The Mum has baked brownies, iced them, there's snacks aplenty.  The older kids started band practice after one of the younger siblings finished rehearsing with a five piece, boys and girls in the band, a school performance in two weeks, very nervous, but sound great to me. A musical household and a family home, nice.  I'd been so exhausted, too exhausted, and checked into an Airbnb for 2 night's sleep by the beachside in an art deco apartment, followed by 3 nights this week in a cool one-bedroom artists retreat, both different but welcome experiences, each with a bath. The latter had an outdoor bath, and I think that's my future goal, if I can t...

Invited myself over to visit a friend whose partner is an architect, they live in a heritage cottage with a laneway rear extension, grand total of 120sqm. I liked it a lot (without knowing if that's a lot or a little); reminded me of A Tiny Apartment (my fave blog, whose partner is an architect too!), as it had upstairs loft study space, downstairs kitchen/dining/living space, corridor of art/bookshelves and smaller bedrooms. A kid came home from school, presumably on his bicycle or dropped off by neighbour, politely nodded and ignored me as they grabbed food from the pantry.   We chit chatted, sipping from mugs I admired, it was like being in South Hobart, complete with a friendly neighbourhood lady who dropped off spare football boots. I asked partner if being an architect is being good at problem solving and he said yeah, defining the problem, that matters, and my friend and I expanded: spatial problem solving, small spaces, knowing complicated like physics and angles, warm...

 Went to see Split Enz last night, from arriving at the train station en route, my heart sank about how drab and badly dressed matured aged audiences are, in Adelaide, I do remember getting shirty with my Mum for pointing this out, but it's true. Everyone dresses like they've left prison or they were forced to shop for their wardrobe at Millers or Lowes (and maybe they were). By the time we arrived at Entertainment Centre, there were a few glimmers of hope, a guy who had an actual Split Enz t-shirt, looked like a New Zealander. Then, as the band came on, there was relief. Paul and Tim had white hair big and boofy, sharp plaid suits, Neil in Blue and Tim in orange, they shared a retrospective of all the amazing outfits that Noel had made for them over the years, and I was in heaven. Noel is a talent, I believe he did the sets for Play School and/or Rockwiz, and he's good at sewing, screen printing, patchworking but also that higher level of conceptual design. Makes Jenny Kee...

  I've been reading Real Estate by Deborah Levy, the sequel to Cost of Living (or is it Cost of Loving?). Remains a great title in my mind, either way. Meanwhile I've requested and borrowed out everything she's written, and it's a lot. I recommended her to my friend and new book club of two and she's reading her too, I'm impressed.  Last night I dropped off the eldest at orchestra practice and parked behind Schultz in a 15 minute zone, so I could collect a book reservation-Hilary McPhee, Other People's Lives, which includes her setting up McPhee Gribble and publishing Monkey Grip. The youngest was so delighted by the library, that we returned to the car and grabbed his book so he, too, could enjoy the delight of a reading room. I deliberately tested spatial awareness by setting a small challenge of finding the library a second time, without me, and they did, walking past the observatory building and the small child care, which had a nice vibe, and where iden...