Trysting Fields

Polyphonic Spree @ The Forum

Saturday 27th February.

With G and these people.

Interview With The Prismatic Auditors

Tuesday 23rd February.

Starring Jason Maling & Torie Nimmervoll. (Previously; elsewhere.)

(Interview transcript.)

First Day Of School

Monday 22nd February.

Party In The Patch

Saturday 20th - Sunday 21st February.

(See previous.)

With Adam, Gab and Grimsey.

It was ace. Once again, got a shit-ton of audio - and once again (but even more so), it's pretty much solid gold. So instead of fretting about what to use and what not to use like I did over the DP III post, I decided to just stick it all up; fuck it.

Thailand (Three)

Bangkok, 2nd February.

Thailand (Two)

Ko Lanta, 28th January.

Thailand (One)

Chiang Mai, 26th January.

After Going-Away Cocktails

At CH late last week with Kav (lurking), Petts, and the artist henceforward known as Lady GrimGrim. (Whose birthday it is today, incidentally. Happy birthday!)

Okay, I'm off to Thailand. Later, bitches. :)

HNY :)

Bar Open With Toots

20th December.

She initiated this audio. That never happens. Crazy festive timez FTW!

SRC Xmas Party

17th December.

Vale SRC. I'm gonna miss you hugely in some ways; in other ways not so much. I'll certainly miss your Xmas parties. Or maybe I'll just crash them.

The following was captured at Harrie & Atkins' house, at some point quite far into the 17-odd hours' worth of extended shenanigans.

Messy night; messy audio. But I like it.

(Previously.)

Dinner Party I

24th October.

For the Facebook-equipped, here's a link to the Dinner Party Project manifesto.

This all started the night before G's Picnic at Prudence, when - in a sudden, entirely-non-drug-induced, thunderboltastic moment of feeling like I was peaking on fucking awesome drugs - I was compelled to inform my friends Vicwie & Kav that they would, at some point in the near future, be coming to dinner at my house.

Four other superstars from my work (including the legendary Bourkie) were subsequently invited. And Toots, obvs.

It occurred. It went off.

The rest is currently in the process of going down in relational aesthetics history.

(In accordance with her wishes, all of V*cw*e's audio parts have been edited out; the excisions are marked with bleeps.)

Picnic

3rd October.

Not really a picnic. Due to inclement weather it was held inside at Gab's place.

But it was still good. (If admittedly not as good as the night before; omg. But that's a story for a forthcoming post..)

Prudence

25th September.

I heart Prudence.

(Starring Toots, Zack & Grimsey.)

Meg's Birthday

23rd September.

Two videos were shot, neither of which could be used - one because it was too boring, the other because it was too interesting.

But there is this:

Birthday

Went off.

Admittedly not to quite the full extent of last year's - but on the upside no one wound up in hospital this time, and no string of events which will lead to me being effectively completely shut down for the best part of the coming year were set in train. Which is always good.

On the downside, my Ixus disappeared - I won't say explicitly that Wouters stole it because, however plausible, this theory can't be proven beyond reasonable doubt - so there are no pictures. But a lot of audio was captured, and it's great.

This bit is my favourite. The core of it is Grimsey asking various people if they think Facebook is dead, and Henley's impassioned rantsponse:

I've produced a full transcript of the above clip, in the vague hope that this might help others to appreciate it almost as much as I do.

And this is me the morning[*] after:

:)

[*] Morning, afternoon, whatever.

Home

With Gab & Dan.

New York (Four)

With D.

New York (Three)

With Bourkie "B. Jerky" Bourke.

New York (Two)

With DF & Kev.

New York (One)

With Nada.

Sydney

With Em, Matt & Maddy.

(Previously.)

SRC Xmas Party

(Link; link.)

Sunday Afternoon

No One's There, Victoria

Shed Party / Coburg's

Abort Abort etc

(Previously; etc, etc, etc, etc, etc.)

Friday Morning

New Notebook / Thursday Night

Canberra Redux (Two)

Sunday.

Sunday.

Canberra Redux (One)

So yeah - Toots & I went to Canberra the weekend before last.

We grew up there. I left in 2004, and haven't been back since 2005 (previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously).

I Facebooked the whole trip from beginning to end in status updates and pictures from my phone. Which gave me a thrill. Fuck you if you can't understand.

(No seriously - fuck you, dear reader. Fuck you to hell. I hope your face is revoltingly disfigured by a horrible flesh eating virus. I really mean that.)

The 'Tendo suggested I post the whole mini-feed saga in all its glory here. But even I have my limits.

Here's some pictures and audio, though. Hover for captions etc.

Saturday

(To be continued.)

Things To Be Thankful For (Five)

Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.

One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure's now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.

It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.

(Previously.)

Chez Hagakure Vodka, Juice & Soda Water Low-Key Dinner Party

With AG.

Chez Hagakure Red Wine & Homebrew Quiet Night In

With Luke.

Chez Hagakure G&T Sock Swap

With Liv.

(Previously; previously.)

Chez Hagakure Tea & Pizza Shapes Meet

Starring this chick.

(Previously; previously; previously; previously; previously; elsewhere.)

Chez Hagakure Bong Summit

Attending; presiding.

Chez Hagakure Vodka Conference

Attending: Em; Gab; me (obvs).

(Prevs.)

Rainbow Serpent (Part 2)

Rainbow Serpent (Part 1)

So yes: about a month ago I accompanied my colleague and fellow Merrie Scrambler Major G to Rainbow Serpent. She'd scored a free ticket and needed a handbag company; we went halves.

It was incredibly excellent.

I captured a lot of media, and thankfully had the foresight to copy it off my phone before it died. Then my computer died. Etc blah blah.

Here at long last, etc.

To be continued.

Party IV

Went off.

Oh, what a mess! Though. Liable for mess.

Also, someone stole my weed. I'm a bit unhappy about that. But that's what I get for leaving it unattended in the garden.

So it goes. It was all worth it. Hooray for parties.

Wither Reality Blogging

Feed my narcissism, you cunts.

Walking Home From Carling's House With Celestine

Liable For Nothing

Starring Johnny Coburg (nb liable for nothing) and Sjorka The Sorcha (please note: liable for nothing), as themselves.

No liability was incurred.

I Met Jesus On Christmas Eve

At an impromptu picnic on a hillside next to the Myer Music Bowl. Seriously.

He said his name was 'Gerling', but his true identity was unmistakeable.

Meredith (Part Two)

(Interlude: Fitsy.)

Meredith (Part One)

I went to the Meredith Festival on the weekend.

It was awse, and then some.

(From their Frequently Given Answers:

No, it is not possible to sneak in. Vicious dogs and armed mercenaries patrol the fences.

NB This is a total lie.)

(To be continued.)

Who's Haus? Li's Haus. Etc.