It's Mixtape Monday - The Emotion Mix



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I've been getting a little pensive and sooky this week. I think it has to do with the weather.
This compilation is a little daggy, but I guess it's a personal thing. They are songs that I find to be dripping with emotion, which move me in different ways.

I've always been interested in how songs act as filters to our perceptions. There's a beauty in listening to strong emotional songs in different situations and letting them show you their meaning beyond words. Like listening to 'Mad World' when catching a train to work in the morning, or to I Talk To The Wind when walking alone.

I hope you enjoy it. (I know I know, worst cover art ever).

1. Johny Cash - Hurt
2. Gary Jules - Mad World
3. Mr Bungle - Pink Cigarette
4. Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl
5. King Crimson - I Talk To The Wind
6. Eddie Harris - Eddie Sings The Blues
7. Jurassic 5 - Thin Line
8. Jewel - Who Will Save Your Soul
9. Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night
10. Joe Cocker - With A Little Help From My Friends
11. Guns N'Roses - Estranged
12. Ellen Allien - Sool

Balloon Goes Bang



Oh this is wonderful! A man pops balloons and laughs hysterically at the sheer joy her receives from watching them go bang. The man is an artist, a true genius. His dedication to his absurd cause is second to none. He has 130 videos of balloons popping and counting. (Thanks Austin)

(I get the feeling he has Aspergers syndrome)

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A wonderful artist I just discovered via Hi-Fructose.



That artists name is Yoko D'holbachie.

At first look her pictures seem a cross between lollypop sweet dripping candy and cutesy creatures, but look again, and you'll see dark creeping slime teeth and eyes creeping out of alien landscapes, sex organs oozing and mushrooms awaiting..



Saturated, apocalyptic, mystical, gory and cute.

Perfect art for my tastes.

Check out her Gallery!

A New Manifesto

Aha! Finally.. a new Manifesto!

..It turns out that Job disappointment, life dissolution and a bit of Insomnia can help after all!

I can't wait to be unemployed! I will be so happy this time next year, when I will have art up at galleries and exhibitions, colorful chunky childlike morbid mystical meaningful innocent spontaneous art, bold and bright! Pictures of Skulls, Birds, Sperm, Planets, Eyes, Volcanoes, Cities and Clouds!

I will have enough money saved to go overseas, visit my grandparents and family, then to Italy to learn Italian, hang with crazy street crew and finally to Germany to meet friends and my fate! It's going to be an incredible one year adventure of magic and possibilities!

I'm so happy that in a year from now I will have an e.p recorded with a bunch of silly and catchy little songs about universal truths so carelessly applied to simple words and infinite meanings, songs that will sing in my spirit and resonate in others. I can't wait to print a cd and give it to friends, take it with me and play the songs around the world!

I will be so happy once my zines are done, the random zine, my zine about my many many inspired and mysterious meetings with the greater all, and Rachel and Mines constant babble in figuring it all out, printed and ready for any curious eyes to read over our truths and use them to reach their own!

I can't wait for all the cool people and girls i'll meet in the year coming and then the year from there, overseas!

I won't work a meaningless process driven stupifying atrophying job again! I will make my own money through my own creative pursuits, and I will not, and do not, judge spontaneous creations, instead of asking, is this good? is this bad? I will ask it, what does it think of itself, and in time it will tell me, and it will be happy to have life and to be here, in magic image realized and shared.

I can't wait to know that I did this, and broke off a negative work cycle, broke off from my own fear of creation, and know that I am living a life of mental clarity and magic.

I'm so excited about the future.

Last night I had insomnia. I could not sleep until 5 a.m. I have serious sleep problems sometimes, my brain becomes ultra aware, feeling like it can see out from within its shell, and I constantly sabotage myself when just about to hit that sweet spot.

During the night, looking for sleep cures, I found a program called Pzizz which supposedly helps you sleep, people are raving about it so I will download it and see.

I went to work with no sleep and fragile. Of course scum people tune into your weakness and become mean just because they can.. after a few hours I had a grip on things and got through the day.

Riding the metal train on the way back home I realized.. this is my one afternoon off, and I'm too tired to enjoy it, then there is Saturday, the only real day you get off (if you work a 'normal' work week) and Sunday doesn't count because you know you have to work the next day.

It makes me sick. One day, only one. To enjoy your life.

I don't think anyone seriously believes that that's even close to enough time in which to clear your head of the disgusting mental residue left behind by depressed commuters and angry customers..

I realize, that one day is not there to give us time off, it's there to keep us sane, so we can get back to work. We literally work five days a week, to get only one day off.. and that's the norm. It's there to keep us tied to the jobs.

Well I say go the whole hog! Let's work 7 days a week! Then people can start breaking down and the sham can finally fall apart.

Poor humans, they get one day of relaxation, and -only- relaxation, such a waste of potential.. because the majority will not reach the energy levels and clear headedness required for real thought and creativity.

As I mulled these troubled thoughts through my exhausted mind Steve called me.. "PABLO I LOVE YOU".."Thanks!".."I was just calling to tell you I loved you, you're wonderful, you're simply amazing, I Love You!"...
"Wow Steve I really needed that! I'm all depressed about work"..
"Oh get out of it! You're too amazing for work, I love you!"..
"Hahaha I'm giggling like a giddy schoolgirl!"..
"Hahahaha" .. "Hahahah"
"I love you too Steve!",
"Yes! You're wonderful! Bye Pablo!"
"Bye Steve!!!!"... Ahh..

Who needs a Girlfriend when you have Steve.

It's Mixtape Monday on Wednesday - The Garage Mix

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Garage Rock is the only true Rock and Roll, and if all I could do was listen to it for the rest of my life, I'd die a happy man.

(Apologies on the delay, there were technical difficulties this week)

1. The Chesterfield Kings - Stop!
2. Rocket From The Crypt - Flight Of The Hobo
3. The Black Lips - Veni Vidi Vici
4. The 5.6.7.8's - The Barracuda
5. Suburban Lawns - Unable
6. The Kinks - Louie Louie
7. The Hives - Die Allright
8. The Mummies - F.U.C.K
9. The Raconteurs - Salute Your Solution
10. The Dirtbombs - Start The Party
11. MC5 - Kick Out The Jams
12. Los Sexareenos - Mojo Workout
13. Eat Skull - If I'm Insane

I've been into drawing skulls lately.

pablo and jesses weekend, rode bike over on beautiful day and checked out warehouse then rode to
check out grafiitti by train tracks, to high street and saw art installation with chay ya, sound and
cardboard lopps and records, missed tarquins gig hung out at the sock shop looking for coffee rode
bike to fitzroy looked at shops, polyester, bought books, ate pizza then to old bar, then visited
steve and watche dballoon guy then back to the old bar jug, got into the gig nextdoor saw julz and
wasabi play and got drunk and danced then got home by 2 or 3 am and stayed up chaitting about aliens and eating impromptu cheese and macaronni, set up an obstacle course for tarquin and dancced in alfoil. "i dont know whta that was, but we had to do it". next day woke up and hung with jesse washed clothes, went to hope street to watch movie.

Arabs Gone Mad

It is the craziest morning i have ever seen on Sydney road. There has been 2 hours of NON STOP car beeping, there's people are running around on the streets, cars are crashing and the people driving the crashed cars are getting out and hugging each other, there's crowds chanting and waving flags, cops are chasing people, its absolute pandemonium. It has something to do with Turkey everyone is waving the flag around but i cant figure our what it is, its absolute unbridled insanity, theres crowds jumping up and down, chanting, screaming, laughing crying whistling, every single car to go through is beeping its horn like crazy, it seriously sounds like we're in the middle of a war or a riot. its incredible.

The cops have given up chasing and have sealed the street and now theres a huge street party outside and people are pouring in from every road, it's a total arab street party, right out tront of my house, id say theres 300 at the moment with 20 more showing up every minute, their cars are open and pumping tunes and everyone is chanting and jumping, guys its amazing, i just walked out and some guy hugged me and shook me around, he was so happy! hahahaha woooo!!

I'm guessing it has to do with this..

By Mark Meadows

VIENNA, June 20 (Reuters) - Turkey equalised in dramatic style with the last kick of extra time before beating Croatia on penalties after their breathtaking Euro 2008 quarter-final ended 1-1 on Friday.

Turkey, who also reached the semi-finals of the 2002 World Cup, now meet Germany in Basel on Wednesday.

Extra time had finished in heart-stopping fashion after an absorbing encounter with two goals in the last three minutes.
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Aha!

I think its really amazing how sport has the power to unify people and create a sense of national pride! I'm totally anti nationalism, but its great when people, all people will just go out on the streets and hug each other and are proud of their country over a game of Soccer! Its such an excellent way to feed this human desire for rivalry and relieve aggression.

Think of all the energy we have actually transmuted by using it for sport as opposed to war..

The Black Keys



Lilly and Steve took me to see the Black Keys live.

I've never really listened to the black keys, so after going to Jets for her birthday (we made penis pudding and had delicious candlelit dinner while double bass and sax played) we headed on to the Palais theatre for the gig.

We were first faced with the hurdle of being unable to simultaneously smoke and drink on the outdoor balcony. It was either drink indoors, or smoke outside but not both. What a joke.

I don't even smoke but i know there are certain pleasures in life and smoking while drinking is one of them, and we're at a ROCK concert for godssakes. ROCK - the thing which sticks it to the man in a drug fuelled haze of shameless abandon and attitude. Did people FORGET?

I shouldn't get started, but basically, no one rocks much anymore.. and that segues into my review of the Black Lips.

The Back Lips rock.

They are not particularly original, or technical, or crazy or anything. They're not even very good showmen (the singer mumbled a thing or two, thank you, thank you so much).. but it didn't matter.. because as soon as they could, they began to ROCK.

They rocked out.. do people remember the Rock out?!! That which is now hidden in shame by bands with perfectly concocted song/drivel tailored for commercial success and radio time slots?

(The rock out comes after the second chorus typically, and the thought process goes something like this.. "Ok, we've played the verses and hooks, the second chorus is outa the way, we've created a platform of sound.. now let's fucking lose it!".)

To me, this is a band at its purest, when they are spontaneously creating grooves and melodies and riffs from thin air, it is creation in its pure emotive vibe. It's like seeing a cloud of matter manifest into reality, its like the big bang.

Any band that can rock out will forever hold my respect (Zoobombs), so I commend them for this. As I said, they weren't amazing, but it didn't matter as long as they gave us a bit of sweet sweet rock, which they did.

Good on 'em.

Im officially studying Pac Man theory

DID YOU KNOW that each Ghost behaves differently? or that Pac Man has the ability to corner? depending on how you take turns affects your speed and chances of ghost evasion!

Also, Pac Man goes slower while eating pills. So when getting chased by a ghost its best to go on the clear lanes!

Only one man has ever gotten a perfect game in pac man, his name is Billy Mitchell and he also carried the crown for best Donkey Kong player, that is until a school teacher called Steve Weabie dethroned him by beating his high score (which caused great controversy due to many reasons). A documentary was even made over this. It is called 'The King Of Kong' and YOU should watch it.

The interesting this about Pac Man is that there are different patterns which work on different levels, they require on the fly thinking, as the ghosts not only have programmed behaviors, but also make random decisions and follow certain patterns themselves!

One ghost for example, is programmed to simulate the players directions two second after they are made!!!!

Another interesting fact: The ghosts eyes give away their next move!!! You can actually outsmart the ghosts by looking at their eyes!!

Isn't that amazing?!

Aren't you intrigued?!

Pablo's Cycles -



Of course we all have cycles, we all know that. But how specific are they? I've noticed recurring motifs in my life, same situations, characters, etc, and I think its time i start collating them in order to figure out the positive cycles, the negative cycles, those that i can learn from and those i need to outgrow.



1 - Job Cycle



This is clearly related to old School Cycle residue and goes something like this:



Unemployment - excitement

Unemployment - depression

Search - excitement

Search - depression

Find Job - Not a good job. Leave.

Find Job - uber excitement, golden future, great situation, new potentials, money, joy.

Disappointment - Slowly less caring, people at work become mean, job starts wearing me down.

Boss - Becomes patronizing and I get flaky.

Friend - A girl becomes friends with me inside the work place, we have an understanding that no one else in there does. Keeps me sane and also fans my us vs them workplace sentiments.

Desperation - I continue disliking my job, situations conspire to make me tired and late to work, life becomes a box, I become a cog, I start finding reasons for leaving, and become aware that I have been getting ripped off / short end of the stick for some time.

Decision - Decision to quit is made, however this takes up to 3 months to enact due to perceived beliefs of what is right, wanting to leave good impression or environmental factors.

Back to the beginning.

(Note to self - Jobs tend to offer big dreams when i first embark on them. A) Salesman "Im going to be a huge salesman!" - lie , Charity "Im going to help people!" - corrupt, GE "Im going to work for a real company!" Empty, Fairfax "Im going to be in advertising!" Bad Boss, Lame Work, Virgin "Im going to work at the coolest company ever!" Worst Company Ever, More Corporate Than Most, Soul Destroying, Import Company "Im going to be an Importer and grow with a business!!" Getting Ripped Off, Not Fun, Too Much Work. Could it be that these failures arent failures at all but showing me where my place isnt. A - La - No Pablo you dont want to be an import business man, you just like the idea of it. Next Dream. - Something to think about Perhaps?)

Recurring Situations -

I take too long to quit.

I become bitter and tired and ugly.

I dont put in enough effort, yet I actually do put in a lot of effort to just stay there in the first place so not sure where this one lies.

Headfreeze and City Sickness.

FAILURE CYCLE - Interesting Fact : I always enter a new job heralded as the capable new guy, savior, likeable and hard working with a few overlooked fuck ups. Second in command, Manager places emphasis on me. This cycle, i can first remember is linked to me being in the Boy Scouts and choses and sub-seisenero.. im not sure of the translation, but basically i was second in command in the 6 man group. As second in comand i walked in the back, in time however, i didnt pull my weight, its like, im capable and they can see that but not willing to put in the work. After time i was removed of the title and someone else put in place. My friend Julian. Who went on to become Seisenero (no.1 in his brigade)

2. Uncle Protector Man

Recurring Personality. Favorite Being.

Friend who entertains, protects and works as accomplice/confidante. Usually big, bearded, and bigger than life. Re-creation of Uncle from youth, father figure. Usually named Steve. Lasts forever. Creative type genius who either cant get act together or gives in to system. Has a fault. Is amazing.


3 . Girlfriend -

I don't believe I have an established girlfriend cycle.

4 - Life Cycle

Slow beginnings, sheepish and small, in a new world with lots of people who are loving but i do not know. Fear of one or two. Slowly and in time gel people together and create a space for all to become family. A beautiful family is created of which I am in some way the glue or centre. Not in an awesome way like the most active or interesting member, tho I am awesome, but more in a protagonist manner such as Sal Paradise or Frodo. The observer, writer, and also centre of attention in some odd way. In time I leave due to a number of factors. 1. Bored. 2. Become jaded, familiarity contempt. 3. Get Yanked away. Leave amazing world. Repear.



More Coming.

IT'S A GIRL!

Ripley Fourie Williams was born yesterday to much fanfare in Austin/Mercy hospital at 11:33AM.

She weighs 3.5 Kilos and is EXTREMELY cute, she's not one of those ugly babies. Ripley is healthy, calm and doing well. Both parents are extremely spun out and exhausted. Labour was intensive but all has turned out well. Rachel was an amazing birth-goddess bringing new dimension and magic. Louis is delirious with joy, eyes are glowing tender spun out tigermonkey love. Ripley has a head circumference of 33cm, a little bit of hair, and makes cute baby girl noises. She has teeny tiny fingernails and old grandma hands, with dark alien irises and a cute button nose. Rachel is in another planet, Louis got high on the gas.

They have been given flowers and champagne by their friends and can't wait to get out of the hospital.

Happy Parents..



Proud Uncles!

me: I had an interesting tram experience today

10:55 AM Sophie: what happened?

me: i sat next to an old lady
and looked at people
and i could read them so well, suddenly their noses took on a super important meaning, like their noses defined their personality
there was this beautiful, most wonderful ratty looking man, around 35, kinda looked like brad nowell, poor but happy, and he was playing ds with a little asian kid
and they were laughing together and playing

Sophie: :)

me: he was the sweetest angel, i could see he was still a child

then i saw a man, and he needed love, but he was too hard to reach, byu anyone, he was so sick
mentally and i saw a lady, who also needed love, and she wouild have been perfect with the man playing the ds, but they would never notice each other

then a fearful girl who made up for it with dark clothes and faux good looks hopped on
and a fat girl of the same age looked at her and desired what she had
but they were both in the same situation..

everyone told a story, and i could palpably feel the interdynamics of these spurious in tram relationships and their noses gave so much away, and i started getting shivers and my pupils dilated super wide and i wondered why i could see so much
and then i looked at the old lady next to me and she had the same eyes, but with this wise smile, and she wore beautiful white gloves

and i thought, i must have tuned into her wisdom and seen from her eyes, and it was so light and beautiful, and i left the tram feeling super recharged

8 minutes

11:07 AM Sophie: wow
thats beautiful

11:08 AM i always wanted to make a comic book about the temporary intersection of lives and experiences on a bus/tram or train

i love how for a moment you share your life with so many people that you might never see again

and everyone has come from somewhere

and is going somewhere
and yet we never really talk to strangers to know

It's Mixtape Monday - The Frank Zappa Mix


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It took me a long time to get into Zappa. I don't know why, he's so melodic and interesting! I always had this misconception that his music was difficult to appreciate. That, combined with the fact that the man has released 20,000 albums made it daunting to even consider listening to his music.

Thankfully I was lucky enough to see his son, Dweezil Zappa on tour playing his dads covers, and everything changed. I got a few albums and never looked back.

Not only is he a prolific virtuoso, he's also probably the best guitarist ever.

Here's a collection of my favorite songs, enjoy it, it's as funny and harmonious as it is challenging and intriguing!

(Oh yeah i missed the last two weeks!! OOPS!)

1. Peaches En Regalia
2. Fine Girl
3. Little Umbrellas
4. Montana
5. St.Alphonzos Pancake Breakfast
6. Father O'blivion
7. Son Of Mr Green Genes
8. Stink Foot
9. Shut Up 'N Play Yer Guitar Some More
10. Inca Roads
11. Zappa's Final Guitar Solo

It was Jesses birthday!! Jesse has wanted to go overseas for the last two year but events keep on happening which stop him from being able to take off. Two years ago he broke his neck and this year a bad girlfriend took all his money.

So for his special day Megs decorated milos car like a plane, we made wings for it and called it 'Lovejet' and flew Jesse to different locations, there was munchies and champers inside the plane, we stayed at a backpackers hostel and went skinnydipping in St Kilda at nite (steve, jesse and i) it was SO cold, at the backpackers hostel we caused trouble, steve got surly, the irish innkeeper didnt know what to do with us, we were high and drunk and obviously locals and we had saskia our teddybear with us, so funny. We also made Jesse a 'love passport' with everyone in the families photo inside and we all stamped it. It was wonderful. The next morning Jesse and I were trashed and had to find our way home from St.Kilda with backpacks full of Tiny Teddies and Whiskey, holding our giant teddy bear Saskia.. we looked like little boys in adults bodies who had just run away from home! It was a lovely fun birthday!

I found this masterpiece in my room.. I don't know how it got there. A Lewellin Thomas Original.



I also found this letter, written by Lewellin.

Where did they come from? Who is Lewellin Thomas?

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Hmm..


Planet is angry.

A Mystery..

I went to throw our rubbish in the bin out the back. When I opened the bin I found a novelty coin tin inside.

'That's weird' I thought, 'It seems full!'

So I pulled the tin out and prayed it open. I bled from the metal cutting my fingers.

Hidden within were...

2 x cameras





1 x batch of jewelry (crappy tho)



5 x Singapore dollars



and 1 x batch of plastic jewelry



I Discovered True Pirate Booty.

I wonder.. Who did this?! Why crush a tin around those things? Why our bin? What's with the jewelry and singapore money?!

This was the Tin that was crushed around the stuff.



Jesse came over, we went out looking for clues but found nothing.

I'm keeping the camera, I needed one, I had just been lamenting not being able to afford one! This is a good one. The one I needed!

Here's two photos I took with it.





A free camera from pirate bin stash thieves or a gift from the gods... either way, yay!

A weekend In Sydney.

A sudden ride to Sydney after existentialist humdrum trouble.
Jesse, Milo in the Car, Caroline drives, the sun sets, stars shine bright.
Arrival to empty station, dark and lonely, the past haunts my thoughts.
To the party I go, excited and lost.

Casino surprise! Gambling and drinks! Jeff shuffles, we laugh!
Beige couch, beige cat, no sleep makes me mad.
But Allan is there, so games we play, and Pete brings a J.
Off to a gig, Clays band goes so sick, Caroline and I wrestle away.

Sunday at mums, my brother is sweet, we talk and he shows me Wii fit.
Out to Jeffs, to poker I lose. Somebody wins.
Home late, mother shows me photos of me as a baby.
When will I fall in love? Sometime soon she asks, sometime.. maybe.

Oh its good to be home, to remember myself.
Its good to be safe, and have fun with my friends.
I am happy to have been, despite the bus trouble.
It has helped with my mind, and removed all the muffle.

I feel much better now.

9 minutes

11:18 AM me: so ive been feeling like im not my own, like everything else owns me, others expectations, my boss, the people on the phone, my friends, family.. its like.. theres a million things tugging at me and im subject to them.. like i need to answer to them, and i dont know if its the outside or me, but i feel like saying NO! ENOUGH! I am an autonomous and sovereign individual!! I DONT ANSWER TO YOU.

5 minutes

11:23 AM me: i also feel empty and unappreciated.. which is dumb, i think i need some compliments.. i just dont know whats good about me

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sorry

me: bob says, repent slack off!, and my inherent faith in the universe makes me believe that something always shows up to fill the vacuum, theres the whole new age adage of moving forward without knowing where youre going but knowing youre co creating.. and the thing thats annoying is, its an ok job, i can surf the net, i only work 3 days a week, the bosses are young and nice, they brought me back ps2 games from china.. and i need to go see my grandma and go to germany by this time next year.. how will i do that?? and im scared of the risk, but its frustrating, because if i lived for me, this wouldnt matter, .. i dunno, at this point i get confused

3:01 PM theres just been no magic for a while.. good times, but no magic, and i want to be my own master again.

I found this list on the road.

I can't decide if it's funny or sad.

We took Saskia..



Turned her into art,



Then Jesse graffed her onto a van.



Now she's immortal. (Until they wash the van)

Sophie finally came down!

We did a whirlwind tour of Melbourne. Meeting early in the morning to eat Belgian Waffles in an alleyway.

We first headed to the the state library which was showing an exhibition of antique books and a medieval art. The books were divine, thick, musty and wise, with styles and stories which have come to define mankind. I wish we could have touched them, it was wonderful to read through the history and see the size and effort that went into their prints.

We also went to the art gallery, and found an exhibit on War Art, which was interesting, and a most moving display called 'Moon in Reflection', Buddhist Zen art. It gave me shivers in its simplicity, grace, meaning and beauty. There was more truth in one of those simple pictures than in tomes of religious texts.

Delighted and a little hungry, we went to Art Play by the river and found an exhibition of children's books illustrations which was wonderful, pictures which were whole worlds of wonder unto themselves, Sophie really enjoyed them, and Hart who worked there gave her a pack of Art Play cards 'for the Sydney visitor!' he said.

We couldn't resist the Ferris wheel nearby and watched as the engine stalled and had to be restarted before it was our turn, only to go in and get locked inside their suicide proof carriages. As the wheel creaked and groaned to life we laughed and took photos. It was worth it for the cheesy cliche and just to say we did. The view wasn't bad either.

We moved to the Game On expo, and played Loco Roco, Puzzle Bubble, a couple of fighters, I got the high score on Ms.Pac Man.

On our way out of the state library we modeled for an israeli artist student (he had a sign saying 'Do you have a spare 5 minutes? Model for me and I will practice my art') and we also saw the first female deacon get canonized in the church by fed square, which was just lucky timing to walk inside at that time.



It was such a packed day!

We made it back home in time for Ginos Car Park Cafe party which was facial hair essential of course. We strapped on our moustaches and Soph met the gang, the band started to play and we cooked up a big authentic fake mongolian bbq.



Steve performed as purple duck, I dj'd as DJ Angry Mexican. He did the typical love songs, as well as 'can you feel the love tonight', and 'put your finger into your bum'. Dominca laughed too much of course and then we all laughed. I made sure to stop the music whenever the song dragged on too long.



The whole party broke into an impromptu bottle and clapping jam, it was like a magical whirlwind of music which took off with all of us in it. Every time I thought the jam was going to stop, it came back fiercer than before. We danced to bad 90's songs and reggae and jumped around with the boombox. Caroline and Tim sung their school song to everyone's delight. Bad 90's hits were played, Claire and Megs had a mustache-off dance. Mulled wine was cooked by the fire. Laughs broke out and new friends were made by all. Jesse and I did skids down gravel hill. I tackled Megs and took of her moustache, disabling her. Caroline jumped in, we had a fierce battle but she eventually turned me into pulp. We ate delicious hash cake and of course George showed up with a container full of nuts and joints for everyone. The night was classic Gino at his best. Sophie slept in the Ball Chair and I passed out on the sofa downstairs.





The next day was like a fresh start, first day of winter and new beginnings, Soph and I rode bikes to Ceres, which is an environmental centre built on an old rubbish dump, it now runs entirely on solar power and grows vegies, hosts meets, has a bike fix centre, chickens, goats, a cafe etc. We looked around, rode by the river as I spoke to the ducks german and went to Fitzroy for lunch and to look around.

That night we visited Louis and Rachel, but first went to the most amazing shop ever. A Sock Shop! A sock shop with amazing beautiful socks, so amazing that I spent over $50 on socks. ON SOCKS. Disposable and invisble socks. I can scarcely believe it myself. Caroline almost had a heart attack when she walked in, she was like a kid in a candy store, and Soph loved it as well. We all bought some stuff and visited the pregnant couple who were very excited to see us, especially as we bore gifts, a bouquet of dumpstered flowers, booties for Ripley, and Sophie brought back Rachels old watch which she's had for 7 years. Rachel was speechless. It was a great night, spent back at home with Sophie in the ball chair, chatting about life and meaning, girls and boys and all the stuff that great chats are built on.

Sophie slept in the Ball Chair again! and had to get ready at 3.30am to be in time for her 6.30 am plane. Which of course, was cancelled.

We made some art.



4 People painting together, this one is called 'Lindsay Lohan'



Some detail.



Pizzas and Mess!