Georgiezine

We’re watching Bored to Death repeats on ABC2. The current episode I’ve seen a few times-he’s tracking down a skateboard thief for Parker Posey’s 9 year old son. It’s funny, seeing all the skaters at the park. Sometimes I am oblivious to skaters, skate parks, skate boards. But the point was made, somewhere by someone, that skater guys always wear jeans and always look good. Then last night, in a blog link blog attack, I found myself reading the blog ofa guy that makes skate jeans and obviously hangs out a lot with skaters. And it made we wonder, about this whole ability to still be into skate culture as an adult with children-this guy has pictures of movie nights, toddler birthday parties, country walks. It all looks good. I doubt any of my husband’s friends socialise together as regularly or manage to look as recreational as these guys. Was particularly impressed by the red headed guy with the massively side parted/chin length seventies hairdo, he looks so much like my old friend...

I think I may have mentioned my university friend D,  "incredibly" sophisticated, for the times. Whilst I was incredibly naive, he already had life plans, which he ended up achieving (foreign postings, trilingual, well dressed, opera attending, all that). Why was he friends with me? He let me drive his car (an inherited yellow bomb, from his mother, that had the deepest clutch I've ever encountered) and gave me a red sequined handbag and clothes arranged for his mother to alter. (This does beg the question-was he trying to make me over? He worked Country Road and he did kindly, warn me when I was wearing something particularly hideous). I guess my nature, was a soothing palate. It has been terribly hot here, so I can admit I spent the day wearing an opshop dress that really should have made it to the laundry basket. I figured the only people I'd see today were related to me, or fellow swimming pool visitees. It was another day I should have done painting with the ki...

It's been 8 years since I've been to this festival. hard to believe. Last time was just before I was due to leave town, go travelling, go changing and all that. Just as I'd settled in. My friend Brig said it will all still be here... but Jen disputes that. So this time round, I did have a moment of absolute antsiness towards the crowds. It was suggested that 30,000 attend, more than all the people that lived in my home town. All gathered together in the size of football grounds. The angst was partly at my own foolishness for abandoning the writers tent for a quest for coffee, that caused me to push past people to gain any momentum and almost lose all grasp of what the day was about: community, neighbourhood, helping less advantaged people. Listening to the music, enjoying the crowds, discovering something unexpected. As a visitor, there was the sense of envy for the people actively involved in creating it: I didn't just want to be a purveyor, I wanted...