November 14, 2012 · 9:11 pm
Did I mention that Dan became the new co-resident of Chez Hagakure about a month ago? Well, he did. It’s good 🙂
(The commencement of CH Cohabitative Arrangement VII was celebrated with an official housewarming on Saturday October 27th. But for whatever reason – partly because I was still recovering mentally from this – no notable media was captured of that event. Ergo no specific blogpost.)
Viva la Crossman.
October 21, 2012 · 11:27 pm
Filed under Adversity, Chalk, Destruction, Exhaustion, History, Occupy, People, Perseverence, Photos, Sadness, Utopia, Fantasy & Reality In Radical Politics, YouTube
October 15, 2012 · 9:25 pm
(Also: happy birthday Bousy.)
Nice anniversarial piece by Evelyn.
Link to the Occupy Melbourne Reflects Journal (& blogpost re this by Holly Hammond).
September 19, 2012 · 11:18 pm
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.
(Previously; previously; previously; previously.)
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August 20, 2012 · 11:11 pm
For the first time in its seven-year history, Teh Fields has fallen seriously dormant.
At time of writing, I haven’t posted here in nearly six months.
This certainly hasn’t occurred due to an absence of stuff to blog about. Indeed the exact opposite.
I feel very torn about whether TF still has legs these days. But it’s been so important to me in the past – and for such a long time – that it’s extremely hard to just give up and declare it dead. And pretty much impossible to abandon it to a slow lingering death of neglect, rather than putting some kind of at least semi-decisive fullstop on it.
Anyway. How am I? Okay. Feeling slightly weary and wartorn between one thing and another, and very ready for winter to be over. But it nearly is. \o/!
I plan to spend the time between now and my birthday on September 14th hibernating regeneratively and getting my house in order – which includes undertaking the epic, long-procrastinated and hopefully cathartic task of updating TF retrospectively with documentation of some of my zany 2012 adventures.
Depending on the extent to which this latter task seems rewarding and worthwhile or more like taking a reluctant zombie for a walk, we’ll see what happens.
June 22, 2012 · 6:52 pm
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.)
March 13, 2012 · 10:08 pm
Monday, 12th March.
Co-starring the artist formerly known as Desci.
Blogpost by Palmer re this gig.
Two videos I shot fannishly of Palmer & the GTO climactically covering Bela Lugosi’s Dead with David J of Bauhaus guesting on bass.
Filed under Art, Awesomeness, Drunkenness, History, killing the backlog, Mentalism, Music, Night Time, People, Photos, Video, Weblogs
March 3, 2012 · 10:48 pm
Friday, 2nd March.
December 31, 2011 · 11:11 pm
In a nutshell: systematically climbed the fuck out of hell. Again. (See previously: 2005; 2007; 2009.)
And it’s good! Can’t complain.
“Friends – you know who you are; you know we’re grateful.” – Blur, 1993. (Seriously. If ever a year was about Who Your Real Friends Are, it was 2011.)
Similarly, those who have fucked me up and fucked me over this year most likely know who they are also, and possibly how I feel about this (hint: angry, bewildered and sad) – with the possible exception of the Rt Hon Lord Mayor of Melbourne Robert Doyle (note contact details), who I strongly suspect does not have any idea who I am.
(I also doubt he reads this blog. But since it just can’t be said often enough I might as well take this opportunity to (re)state, for the record: Robert Doyle, you’re a fucking cunt. You really are.)
The bulk of this year’s SIDTY post I rendered in audio format at the coast a few nights ago. It goes into a bit more detail (although, to be honest, not all that much). Enjoy:
Vale 2011. Viva 2012.
Happy new year!
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November 15, 2011 · 4:45 pm
Sunday, 13th November.
Filed under Art, Dreams, Enough With The Obsessive Retrospection Already, Evil, Genius, History, Movies, Neurocam, Perseverence, Photos, Pimpage, Relational Aesthetics, w0ot
September 30, 2011 · 1:48 pm
Saturday, 24th September.
An epic time was, needless to say, had.
The Patrick Porter award for the best present and best guest overall goes to Kirrily. The prize for the most perverse guests goes to the Keith! Party crew – comprising on this occasion Talkshow Boy, 2-SHEE, Hot God, Gezus and entourage including Ms C. C*ulter (alias unknown) – who turned up unfashionably early, immediately occupied what would normally be the dancing room and systematically set about turning it into a chillout room. WTF. (NB: And it was *great*.)
Prize for the most long-lost-but-pleasingly-now-seemingly-regained former CH party regular goes to Vicwie. Prize for the best guest who wasn’t able to attend physically but who came in essence goes, as always, to Wads. Prize for the best autographed copy of Kafka’s “Metamorphosis” and best Tasweigan mafia attaché goes to Doktor Midnight aka The Dan Cross Revolution. Prize for the best drug by almost universal consensus goes to nitrous oxide.
Prize for the most gobsmacking act of delusionality – not to mention the most concerted but nevertheless pathetically unsuccessful attempt to ruin a birthday party of mine in the history of the world – goes to the profoundly
fucked in the head disappointing Ms G. Rouse. Prize for the most departing housemate of three years goes to Grim$ha.
Prize for the most heroically tenacious still-recovering-from-her-own-birthday-shenanigan-the-previous-night attendee and all-round best MC-Ren-would-you-please-give-your-testimony-to-the-jury-about-this-fucked-up-incident regaliousness goes to Toots.
Special award for the mouthiest ho goes, as it generally does, to Kat (see audio, below).
Extra special thanks to, y’know, everyone. Seriously.
(Previously; previously; previously.)
Filed under :), Audio, Awesomeness, Being A Cunt To Schmobos, Bitches, Chaos, Current Affairs, Damage Control, Discombobulation, Estrangement, History, Life, Mentalism, Muntedness, People, Photos, Swings & Roundabouts, Victory, w0ot, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
May 20, 2011 · 8:14 pm
Saturday, 14th May.
The first Chez Hag social event since the somewhat abortive dinner party marathon in November, and the first real party since my birthday in September.
UPDATE (Sat 21st) – I thought no audio had been captured, but upon checking my phone this afternoon I found this recording, captured at 4:51am, of Johnny “Liable For Nothing” Coburg performing Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door, accompanied (IIRC) by Ford on the acoustic guitar and featuring Grimsey scatting at the very end, which is something you don’t hear every day:
March 1, 2011 · 10:44 pm
On a see-how-it-goes basis. First day yesterday; went okay. (Previously.)
I have to keep a visual diary, course. Which has kind of been freaking me out. Although that’s stupid, coz what is this blog right here except a multimedia visual diary, kinda?
I’ve just retroactively added text to this post from a few weeks ago, which I initially discarded in favour of just using the photo, since I tend to write overshary, self-obsessy crap on the blog when I’m down that just embarrasses me later and isn’t helpful in the immediate, neither.
But we have to Document Shit. It’s the only solution.
“I heart my blog. It’s surprised and delighted me in all kinds of ways and continues to do so. It has a degree of inherent continuity and structures naturally emerge, but it’s basically unhindered by any context restrictions except those inherent in the medium, which can incorporate text, images, audio, video, etc etc etc.
It helps me see life as stories, and as an ongoing story. And it provides a means of turning the things I experience and think about into multimedia artefacts that other people can consume and respond to, with a very fast turnaround time. It’s simple, but it works.
More profoundly, it enables me to observe and actively direct themes & patterns in my own preoccupations, and it’s taught me a lot about shaping one’s own experience using symbols & narratives – about the intersection between creativity and life; between what you focus on and what ‘happens’ – about tapping into your own unconscious processes.”
– portfolio statement, late 2007 (adapted from email to Em).
La bla blah. It’s true though.
That said, I think I’ll mostly just post pictures for a while. Or maybe not.
We’ll see what happens.