Currently viewing:

the strangest planting in the whole world

Walking home from the city today I saw the strangest planting in the whole world.

‘Let’s Beat Bowel Cancer’ Did the headless horseman – The Marquis of Linlithgow – ever imagine he’d be prancing over a public health message in this manner?
Poor blog has been neglected for so long. I blame facebook. It’s not that I’m posting on fb, it’s just that when I visit, there’s such a lot of buzz and jitter, it feels like I must have done something.

This is how my brain feels after fb visits, photos, links, articles, youtubes, etc. For why?
I need more galleries and less fb – could use it as an excuse for going back to Paris…

…though we have plenty of wonderful galleries here. In Albury recently I saw the beautiful wallpapered drawings of sport by Richard Lewer.

I loved this work; it was tense and playful, affectionate and critical.
Staring out of windows is also good for a brain detangle.

Melbourne laneway artist, sorry I don’t know your name.

The end.

berlin

I’m just going to show you a few pictures.

Because I keep thinking about posts, and feeling that there’s too much I want to say, and then saying nothing because I haven’t got time to write a long enough post to do justice to cities like this one.

Berliners have gsoh:

And a sensational transport system:

On New Year’s Eve…

…the U is full of happy kids with backpacks full of rockets and firecrackers and beer. They hit the streets, throw fireworks into the sky – and at each other. It’s very festive, and a bit alarming. And the next morning it looks like this – lots of rocket debris:

The art in Berlin is breathtakingly wonderful. From the contemporary collection at the Hamburger Bahnhof (where the temporary exhibition, Soma, deserves its own post)…

…and there is gallery after gallery of great stuff, like The well-shaven cactus…

…and which has, among many other incredible things, a whole roomful of Cy Twombly…

…to the ancient world collections at the Pergamon museum…

…and the heartbreaking ‘Fallen Leaves’ at the Jewish Museum.

Food was good, too. Not as generally fabulous as, say, Melbourne, or Paris, but much more generally fabulous than, say, Prague.

muesli bar post update…

Hi guys, I said I’d post on Dan’s muesli bars today, but I’m having all sorts of techno trouble with the photos uploading for some reason, they’re all shy and run away when they’re only 87% or 93% or 76% uploaded, and now I have to go out! So it won’t be up until tomorrow morning. Sorry about that! But rest assured, I haven’t forgotten…

sky

Sky staring is in the writer job description, like daytime sleeping is in the teenager job description. It’s a key selection criteria. Also horizon staring. Actually any distant gazing. It’s one of the things you do to open the idea portal. Things float in when you stop focusing. And when you’re asleep. A couple of weeks ago I wrote some ideas on an index card the moment I woke up. I found that card in my bag yesterday. Yes! Hooray! My great idea. An entire book distilled on one little index card. I’d forgotten all about you! I read it. It was crap. What happened? Portal malfunction. I need to get the portal guy in. Again. Sigh. But that’s not what I’m writing about. I’m writing about this sky, above. I think this is how weird white settler land use must have looked to the indigenous population way back then. What do you think?