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Category Archives: Destruction
Birthday Party
Saturday 15th – Sunday 16th September.
It was more chaotic than usual – and, for me, marred by some sadness due to the absence of Certain Individuals (but what else is new I guess, lol/sigh).
In any case and all the same, the required standard was met. Which is to say: went off.
Thanks everyone 🙂
Pasteup of assorted party-relevant FB posts (heh); FB photo album.
Filed under :), Adversity, Awesomeness, Benevolence, Chaos, Destruction, Discombobulation, Domestica, Dreams, Drugs, Drunkenness, Estrangement, F***book, Friends Of The Zoo, Handmade Things, Here Is The News, History, Illusion Of Time, It'll All Come Good, Liable For Everything, Liable For Nothing, Life, Love, Mentalism, Mysteries, Night Time, People, Photos, Relational Aesthetics, Swings & Roundabouts, Thank You For Your Compliance, the walls are mushy, Ukes, w0ot
Field Trip To Camp CHAG, Toolangi
Thursday 21st & Friday 22nd June.
Point of note: I totes met Bob Brown at a public CHAG meeting at the Healesville Community hall on the Friday. (This was the second time I’d met him. The first time was in about 1994, when I shared a taxi with him to a Wilderness Society fundraiser in Canberra whilst dressed in a koala suit.)
Filed under Awesome Trees, Desperation, Destruction, History, Occupy, People, Photos, Sadness, Shit Is Fucked And Bullshit, Travel
The Occuparty
Saturday, 31st March / Sunday, 1st April.
This long-awaited and much-anticipated function at James Muldoon’s house to celebrate the scheduled end of OM’s as-it-turned-out-not-actually-finished-yet Federal Court litigation against Melbourne City Council was – perhaps predictably – a clusterfuck. But perfectly so.
I was late and missed most of it except the disastrous conclusion and surreal, prolonged aftermath. Not much media was captured, or at least not by me.
(UPDATE (11th Sept 2015): I found two pieces of audio. This one, captured at 2:15am on my way to Muldoon’s, and the one at the foot of this post, captured at 5:33am at Golden Towers in the city:)
All I have is notes:
I’m particularly sad I didn’t manage, despite trying, to record Cobina’s unforgettable trashed mic check after everyone was chucked out of Muldoon’s house at around 3am (“DOES THE COLLECTIVE / WISH TO PRIORITIZE / FOOD, OR ALCOHOL? / WE SHOULD MAKE A DECISION / AND PROCEED ON THAT BASIS. / YOU ARE ALL FUCKED. / YOU ARE ALL. FUCKED.”) – leaving a horde of feral occupiers running amok on the streets of Brunswick unable to reach consensus, and ultimately sitting stubbornly for hours and hours by the side of Sydney Rd throughout the night for no particular reason except that, y’know, that’s what occupiers do.
Here’s a photo I took during said sit-in at around 5am (the sign at the top, which you can’t read due to overexposure, said “WHELAN: THE WRECKER”. This seemed profoundly meaningful or at least funny at the time):
And here’s a photo of chalkage done by Kenji at City Square, where the two of us ultimately wound up, compass-like, at 7am:
Filed under Adversity, Being A Cunt To Schmobos, Bittersweetness, Chalk, Chaos, Confority Is The Antitheis Of Freedom, Delirium, Desperation, Destruction, Discombobulation, Dreams, Drugs, Drunkenness, Evil, Exhaustion, Goodbyes, Hate, Mentalism, Night Time, Occupy, People, Perseverence, Photos, Sadness, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, Utopia, Fantasy & Reality In Radical Politics, Whack
Occupy Friday #3
This chalkage by Dan Hayato-Thomas was surprisingly controversial:
Cardboard freegan chocolate stand threat systematically neutralised with devastating efficiency by Victoria’s finest:
Jase Emgee’s vid of this incident, which conveniently occurred in the middle of a workshop on citizen journalism:
Dancing with the Krishnas:
🙂 🙂 🙂
Filed under :), Ask Why Robert Doyle Hates Free Chocolate, Awesomeness, Chalk, Destruction, Heh, Occupy, Occupy Friday, Photos, Video, YouTube
HNY, MOTHERFUCKERS
Filed under Art, Awesomeness, Boogie Fever, Destruction, Drugs, Free The Weed, Genius, Here Is The News, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Muntedness, Music, Newness, Pimpage, Potatoes, Things That Are In, Video, w0ot
Eviction Of Occupy Melbourne From City Square
Friday, 21st October.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Random video I shot from across the road:
Fairly eye-popping report from that well-known “bastion of socialist activism” (lol, Geoff Lemon) The Herald Scum:
Video coverage by Anthony Snowden:
In summation: Robert Doyle is a fucking cunt.
Also: this.
Dinner Party V
Saturday 17th July.
Most fiasco-tastic DP evar! It’s been a bit like that lately. I almost gave up and cancelled it. But I’m very glad I didn’t, coz despite all kinds of stupid problems in the end it still went OFF.
(10:21pm; 4min 59sec)
Amongst other things, the DPP planning committee encountered considerable guestlist difficulty. Despite and at least partly because of no less than three date changes aimed at accommodating them all and genuine enthusiasm from at least some quarters, exactly none of the invitees I’d originally lined up ultimately managed to make it.
(10:55pm; 1min 17sec)
Which might have been considered a fairly abject fail – were it not for the inspiringly circus-saving company of previous-attendee legends who, in flagrant violation of DPP rules, valiantly braved the cold and brought the awse instead: Matt K (DPs I and III), Twyllan (DP II), Henley (DP III), Sarah aka The Major (DP IV), Pablo (DPP virgin), Luke (DP IV), and of course Grimsey (DPs I, II, III and IV). Fucken <3.
(12:24am; 4min 28sec)
It was an unprecedentedly structured DP. As per a preestablished order of proceedings there was soup, then salad, then pie, then the merciless destruction and defilement of an old chair that had unforgiveably given way under DP I alumnus Bourkie at CH the night before. Then, naturally, muffins.
(1:16am; 2min 26sec)
Along the way there were tears (not really); there was laughter. It was epic.
(2:34am; 2min 49sec)
🙂
Filed under Adversity, Art, Audio, Awesomeness, Benevolence, Chaos, Current Affairs, Damage Control, Destruction, Discombobulation, Food, It'll All Come Good, Muntedness, People, Perseverence, Photos, Relational Aesthetics, Self Analysis, Should I Be Saying This On This Internet?, Swings & Roundabouts, The DPP, Things To Be Thankful For
Friday 2nd July.
Filed under Adversity, Art, Awesomeness, Bitches, Chaos, Destruction, Discombobulation, Domestica, Drugs, Goodbyes, Mentalism, Misanthropy, Mysteries, Newness, Night Time, Not Dead, People, Perseverence, Photos, Relational Aesthetics, Sadness, Schmobos, Shitfulness, Swings & Roundabouts, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, the walls are mushy, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
Proper CH Party
Friday 11th June.
The first oldschool stylez party we’ve had here since my birthday in September. Blame The DPP.
Went off.
Footage of my broken VCR/DVD player being ritually destroyed on the stroke of midnight: part 1 (42 meg); part 2, starring MYF (671 kb); part 3 (36 meg).
(My original plan was to throw it off the roof before destroying it. But unfortunately the ladder which would have facilitated this turned out to be at Toots’s house. So it goes; that piece of shit still got completely annihilated. Result! etc)
Filed under Awesomeness, Chaos, Destruction, Here Is The News, Muntedness, Night Time, People, Photos, Video, w0ot
Timeslippage
I spent yesterday evening migrating to a new phone.
(I lost my iPhone in a taxi a few weeks ago. Deep down I wanted to lose it. It was cursed by association.)
It’s a Nokia 6300, the same phone I had from October ’07 to February ’08.
I bought it again because I liked the first one a lot. It was the first phone I’d owned with a vaguely decent camera, a voice recorder, substantial storage capacity, and the ability to talk to my computer. I captured a lot of audio and took a lot of pictures with it, and posted a lot of both here.
Thems were happy, phoenix-from-the-ashes times. Could Has Art. It was great.
There was a lot of acid around then. Maybe that was a factor. Who knows.
(The whole record-some-audio-take-a-picture blogging formula continued, in a more standardized way, through the subsequent winter via the MacBook I got when my eMac died, around the same time that Wouters – sick of hearing me whine about nasty text messages from J that I didn’t want to read – killed the aforementioned old Nokia by dropping it in a glass of bourbon & coke.
Different era, more complex & difficult, but in its own way equally good.
Then – in a seasonally trend-bucking turn of events – everything went to shit when Spring hit, and life stopped. Couldn’t Has Art.)
The phone died, but its memory card survived.
Going through all of that old media last night was reeaal interesting.
I think it’s time for some psychedelics.
Twisty Paper Piles
It was an alright idea. But it was just getting me down. Fuck that.
I quite liked the prospect of keeping it going until I got promoted to a team leader and taken off the phones, which I aspire to do. And then going, “Damn. There goes my project. Ah well, *shrugs*.”
But seeing as how I still seem terminally incapable of turning up to work on time, that may never happen. I’m thinking of killing myself*.
[*] NB Not really**.
[**] Well, not seriously.
Filed under Art, Damage Control, Destruction, Weblogs
