sun-day

So I've been meaning to start this for a while - but have been inspired by three cosmically-aligned happenings: i'm procrastinating from actual constructive study... one-eyed-man has translated words to action in brilliant fashion... and I'm anticipating future summer boredom. So.

I think it should be illegal to make people study on Sunday afternoons. Especially bright, cheerful ones.

I've spent the last few days playing with a brand new iBook, and am [not at all] ashamed to admit that I'm in love. I've decidedly jumped on the mac bandwagon, and I'm not looking back. Is it shameful and materialistic to be this excited over a laptop - so much so that I'm writing about it instead of more 'important' things? Hope not, can't help it.

Have just gotten pics from the races last weekend - usual mess of eyes closed, odd facial expressions and the like. This one's not too bad.



Had great fun - checking out not only the horses but the inappropriate outfits, badly applied fake tan and hair extensions galore. I love the way Melbourne goes a little nuts during Spring Carnival, so obsessed with something most of us don't think about once for the rest of the year. Kept an eye out for Stevie Nicks... but she was off in the corporate marquees, not slumming it in the carparks. Lost my money of course - but if you've got to bet big to win big, I wasn't even in the running.

There's a production of Kafka's Metamorphosis on at the Malthouse till the 20th. It's a modern interpretation - suburbia, range rovers and the rat race apparently. Going with Cait and Gus on Tuesday night so will report back.

Gigs coming up: Lior, Big Day Out to catch Franz Ferdinand, Magic Numbers. Wanted to see The Shins (missed them last time cause I was still in Europe) but it sold out in 24 hours. Shame