Georgiezine

Finally got the hang of winter. It involves nana rugs, shades of yellow, bicycle rides under leafless trees and playing tickle games. Andy listened to a story about a long-ago romantic interest, was of the opinion that when asked to a documentary.  rather than assessing it on merits of "would I find the film enjoyable?" (NO), I should have asked "will sitting alone in a cinema for an hour in close proximity to someone who has sent three thoughtful emails in a week, be a way of getting to know him better?" Earlier we'd caught up with Adam for his birthday. Rachel reassured me that it's not so bad that Pavement will probably never tour Adelaide again, but to think hard about which bands are most likely to die young. Rachel is good with advice. She has workshopped a strategy to ensure I have a conversation with Simon Day if I meet him again: carry a copy of a Ratcat album whenever in Sydney (I'm meant to take the record out of the sleeve, only the sleeve t...

Yesterday I lived the dream. We fitted our new kids bike seat to the back of Andy's bike and as a family, we caught the train to the beach and cycled up and down the esplanade. Bec, Ned & Gus joined us and we kept cycling past Fort Glanville and the surf club before returning to Noonies for mediocre milkshakes.  But the outlook was great: beautiful ocean with the sheen of a sunny day and wave crests formed by the wind. Next time, we plan to get off the train even further north. I love the peninsula, it's quaint and slightly dated. Whilst Andy and the kid got their playground fix, I went and got our caffeine fix. After getting takeaway coffees, I visited the supermarket to get biscuits. Sitting outside were two "disaffected youths"-that being the term if I was an out of touch sub editor or the like. I've got "disaffected youths" on my mind, ever since reading "Girl" and it's sequel "Dream School" by Blake Nelson, who also au...