April Calendar

Scratching Dragons

A bewildering variety of dragons for April’s calendar. The ones above are possibly my favourite of all my drawings.

April Dragons

You can download and print it pre-coloured, or to colour it yourself.

Flying Dragon

If you click on the images below, the full-size image should open.

April Calendar - coloured April Calendar - linesThank you for your patience with monosyllabism. Am in the middle of a convention.

Brisbane Fashion (sketchbook update)

This is the tail end of the Brisbane floods sketchbook (the full set is here).

By February life was already returning to normal, superficially, and girls were strolling through Queen Street Mall in maxi-dresses:

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And not so maxi-dresses:

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Session musicians were playing at the Irish Club:

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Boys were shamefacedly carrying bright pink shopping bags:

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I kept trying to draw beer, beards and bodhrans:

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There was jewelry to buy at twilight markets:

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There were free plants to acquire in King George Square, and vintage fashion to buy at Mount Gravatt showgrounds:

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And coffee to drink in cafes attached to bookstores which are now gone:

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Ekka 2011

On Wednesday, People’s Day, I went to the Ekka armed with my sketchbook and the intention of eating all the wonderful/awful things. It was a very satisfactory day.

Note: You can see larger versions of these sketches by clicking on them to go through to their Flickr page.

Here are people at the train station, and one of my favourite events to sketch: the woodchop. It is a very fast competition, which turns sketching into a race. This year there was a bonus Lord Mayor.

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I wandered through the cattle pavilions making myself homesick, but I can rarely find anywhere good to sketch there – they are very popular, and because the exhibitors camp out there as well, it feels like walking into someone’s living room and drawing them. If people kept cows in their living rooms.

I like sitting in the stands watching the working dog trials as well, although the dogs are so tiny and far away. The crowd gets incredibly tense – and on the right, below, are some of the beautiful adoption greyhounds. Every year I almost convince myself I need a dog.

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But who could choose just one? The giant Schnauzers and the Belgian shepherds were the prettiest to draw, but that’s a tough call. In the blacksmith’s and farrier’s tent it smelled like burning hair, and was full of enormous hairy cart horses, and lounging men wearing leather aprons.

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Page 18Then I met up with K and C and rode the CarnEvil ride, and walked back into the valley to sketch with Shayna at Kerbside, and had a very satisfactory view of the fireworks from the footpath.

After the Rain – limited edition

My story “Mouseskin” is coming out later this year in the anthology After the Rain from Fablecroft.

Editor Tehani Wessely, together with authors in the anthology, has put together a limited ebook version as a fund raiser for the Queensland flood appeal. The limited edition is only available until 15 February 2011. All payments will go to the Flood Appeal, and Tehani is leaving it up to you to decide how much you want to pay for the book. Full details are here: http://fablecroft.com.au/books/after-the-rain/after-the-rain-after-the-floods-limited-ebook-edition

And here is a quick sketch of the title character of my story:


Flood Diary – January 2011

If you go to NearMaps here, you can see our street. The photo was taken after the flood had gone a long way down, but you can still see the high-tide mark on Campana Street (you might have to zoom in so the street map disappears). Some of the houses at the right went completely under, and if you look at the houses on Colwell Street you can see where the water came to on some of their roofs.

Below are some extracts from my diary. Rather self centred, but it is a diary, and in general I keep mine so that I can answer if the police ever ask, “Where were you on the night of the 27th”. I had also decided (before the floods) to memorise Psalm 46 this week, which contains such lines as “though the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging” which, in light of subsequent events, seemed very appropriate.

All the flood sketches are from Thursday – on Tuesday and Wednesday I was too busy stressing (and carrying other people’s furniture) and on Friday, Saturday & Sunday there were too many other things to do.

I’ve included this sketch because it is at Eagle Street Pier and West End, which were both flooded:

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Tuesday 11.1.11

Can’t quite credit we’re in a natural disaster. People at the end of the street are emptying their house. People are dying. Usual start [to the day]… Parts of CBD being evacuated & parts of Oxley Road were over this morning. Left [work] at 12. Very crowded train. Home via Coles – many people. No batteries. C. 4ish B & I went for a walk – floods over Colwell (street), walkway, mayfly roundabout, floodplains, golf club, on & off ramps for highway city-side of Ipswich/Oxley Rds roundabout & Super Amart carpark… Watched My Generation because it wasn’t about the floods & I made a 1/3 batch of red velvet cupcakes. Diesel [my sister’s dog] is under the house making an unholy noise in key w the sirens… After 11 I walked down street – met S & C [neighbours from next door]. Stars, but waters rising – a foot or two below wooden park fence-rail. Worried/restless/surreal. Finally to bed a bit before midnight. Don’t know if tomorrow holds work or packing. Am restless, listening for wind or rain… Just went out & checked. Still a few stars. Mind you, thought of hot summer sun is worrying [i.e. hot sun after heavy rain] but long-term far better than alternative.

Wednesday 12.1.11

1.50-ishpm. I am sitting in the car listening to the radio & thought I should start on today’s entry since – if we are here tonight – we don’t have power. Up at 6 after a poor night’s sleep. Walked down to see how water had risen – just over Campana-Bannerman corner. Walked w D from acrsso the road around to Oxley Road and the traffic circle – water on the highway from the roundabout stretching out to the city. The water had gone into Amart. A snake went swimming past, head held high… Power went out while I was in the bathroom. B & I helped carry things from a house on Colwell, through the school. Some of the houses on the other side [of Colwell] were up to near the tops of their windows. Acquired C’s fish (Louie) and D’s bird (Charlie) & a number of C’s books. Am a bit burned. Alternating sun & rain… People down the street are evacuating – 6 or 8 to a piece of furniture. I’m going to go in after the news & finish putting together my emergency backpack. Helicopters are flying over. DE called to tell me to put things up high… [Manager at work] said it was only to be essential staff today & power would be going.

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Now about a quarter to 7. Spent afternoon packing backpack & filing & being incredibly tense in my jaw – kept ducking out to see what was going on & what other people were doing. Before 6 B & I went out for a walk w Diesel, liberally aeroguarded. Water just over road above Amart, up past crosswalk at Oxley, up nearly to top of doors at Bunnings. Some boats out. Up over Colwell side of oval. When we came back water was fully over road above Amart, & over our street sign @ the end of Campana. We only have a few small decorative candles. I’m out in the yard at the moment in the car, listening to the radio. c. 5ish I think they said the max will be less than ’74, but a helicopter was flying over at the time. Plan to… get up at 4 to see the peak. Had a message from [manager] that building is closed until the end of the week… Taking notes from radio…. (just remembered – lights in the car!). 4.3 & rising in CBD. Peak of 5.2 expected at high tide 4am below ’74 [peak] of 5.5.

13.1.11 Thurs?

I’m writing this by the light of a wind up torch [B-next-door] gave me – it also recharges phones! This makes my phone show a screen which says “happy day”. It is awesome & I love it. Also it is 10.50pm & I woke up at 3.30am, rigid with nerves, my toes cold & my scalp clenched. Lay there, stomach churning & gurgling, then eventually put one foot on the floor. It was dry. Got up a little before 4 when I heard B’s alarm. We walked down to the water… Now, last night B & I had cold-pasta-and-tuna-fish (flavoured), with wine, by candlelight (double wicked scented candle Mommy gave us for Christmas, on top of the upside-down colander, so that its light would get into the bowls. Then we went over to S&C’s [downhill neighbours] with C&B [uphill neighbours] for drinks & general talk. Very pleasant. I was stressed & I think S was too, but we talked about music & then wound up all quoting The Castle… Before bed we went down to the water & could see it creeping up. Not the slow up&down wind-ripples of the day before, when if you kept your eye on a particular piece of gravel long enough the water would eventually work its way around it, but a gentle, trickling crawl up the street, which seemed gentle & inexorable & was terrifying. I went to bed thinking – my neighbours are not hydrologists, my neighbours are not hydrologists. It isn’t the potential loss – as B said, we could walk away – but not knowing what to do, if we should worry, how much effort to give to what, what the risks are, that it will be our fault if we don’t do something but no-one on our street can get cars out &c &c... So, up at 4, expecting it to be at least at the bottom of S’s [downhill neighbour], where he said it was in ’74 & it was only about 1m (horizontally) further up the street, at the second power pole. Much, much relief. No one else seemed to be around (apparently S was out every hour).

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B & I sat in her car & listened to 612ABC until 4.30ish. Then… I walked up to the circle & watched the sky get light, then came back to the street & ended up at F&G’s [neighbours 2 doors up] having tea & toast… F gave me a thermos of hot water… Cut the belled elephant off a bag from Thailand A had given me [sorry A – it was really really noisy] & put my sketchbook etc in there. Walked up to the traffic circle & sketched. Came back… Houses on far side [of Colwell] – just peak of roof showing. Sketched & talked, in & out of house, putting Charlie in & out with the weather…  F came around collecting onions & looking for mince. Her daughter came through the road block… with some supplies incl. fresh bread! At 2pm we took our meat from the freezer over… & so did others, & we had a big bbq lunch on their balcony… I’d also taken Sarah Lee apricot danish & chocolate pie, so we had those cold w custard. Then tea…

Played guitar to Charlie – just picking out the tunes of songs about rivers… K, “the biker from the end of the street” is a real raconteur. In the evening, we put chairs in front of  our house [for assorted neighbours]. Lots of laughter – S & K had seen a potential looter, there were stories of the neighbourhood, of high tree-houses, of K frightening the local kids w tales of “the Creek Freak”, with the head of a dog & the body of a turtle, & webbed claws & a cry much like fighting bats, & it’s claimed lives & even the cops don’t like to talk about it b/c they’ve lost someone to it – & how [the story] kept kids away from the creek for 8 months. Marijuana in the back lots. Amateur film makers causing police hunts for [non-existent] bodies &c. .. Came home by torchlight c10.30.

Boats went by occasionally at the bottom of the street. Apparently the police arrested & took away a few people on body boards who may or may not have been looting from affected houses. In the afternoon I was with C&B for part of the walk – we went around Bannerman – some houses still deep. Road free of water but such a mess. Even a dead mouse (I saw an ibis eating one at the school). 2 guys from Booth Mechanics were loading up a borrowed canoe onto their car – they’d been out to workplace, told us about moving trucks to overpass etc, showed us photo of them posing with the Wanless plane [light plane on a pole outside a wreckers along the motorway], just w its nose at the water.

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Greyish mud on things. Strong smell of fuel & oil. Quiet. No power. Voices & dynamo torches & the tick of the clock & of course the regular helicopters are very, startlingly loud. We are a bit wistful at missing the television coverage of it all. News is… passed on & garbled & rumoured. We aren’t completely stranded – just can’t get cars out & many roads are cut. I think we could get to Aldis on Blunder Road via Rudd Street. Frogs are noisy during the day. I saw a spoonbill… Also this evening before dark people from Oxley Uniting [church] came around with bags of ice. Lovely!

14.1.11 Fri

Up at 7… there was just enough room [at the end of the street] to get out so we took my car – very exciting! Blunder Rd was still closed & so was the Mway after the circle – went via Rudd St to the Aldi – had pastries & coffee at the bakery… Then we went to Inala shops were life went on unaffected. We went to Woolies for gloves, dettol &c, couldn’t find any candles… Distinctive smell of spices from Vietnamese shops… We both felt a bit shell shocked… Home… I went to C&C’s [the people we helped evacuate]. Water had been maybe 20cm above the floorboards. The men had a gurney & mothers in law were scrubbing windows (not flood!) etc. I helped the girls move furniture from rom to room for mopping purposes, until friends arrived with lunch & I left. The mailman came down Colwell St while I was there! And the post (everyone got some)? Water bills! I also saw a drowned gecko. People are piling their rubbish by the road & it all looks desaturated, almost greyscale… I hung my cap on gates as I went so B would see it if she went looking for me. At F’s I helped butter bread & then she took sandwishes & Lions Christmas cake down to the people (Amart staff!) helping clean out the house at the bottom of the school… Talked with F & J about life on the street when they had to wheel prams along Colwell St when it was a dirt road & G carried planks across Oxley Rd to build the house, turning sideways to let traffic by when it came along.

I pumped up the bike tyres b/c I thought it might be good to keep off the roads, then cycled down to Colwell. Didn’t know where B was & people don’t know names of helpers. I went to the end of the street – many worms in the gutters, curled & dead – & a bit along Oxley [Road] but of course the sidewalks were impassable [due to contents of houses]. Came back… drove back roads to Oxley… The FoodWorks was open, although it had no power. It didn’t have saucepans or candles either. You had to say what you wanted & one of the two girls would take you there so they could write down the price. (There is a mosquito near my head – I was reluctant to chase it away b/c its wings mad a slight, cool breeze). .. The street from the station to the BP on Oxley Road had been roughed up preparatory to roadworks just before the flood. Then there had been heavy rain, then it had been a major entry point when Oxley Rd was cut there, then it had been flooded. The houses either side had put everything in big piles on the curb. Now, approaching it, you can see a big haze of dust over it. .. Sherwood Woolies was open & had power! I bought a scented candle (they were out of the ordinary sort), a cold coke & a bag of ice… Did laundry in a bucket out the back. Diesel was doing his best to lok neglected. M from down the street dropped off bread & milk & sausages. I took the rolls up to F for feeding people. B arrived muddy & tired from shovelling gyprock that had been a ceiling… [It was] good to be useful. It would feel wrong to stop & read or draw. There are things I will miss when the power comes back – peace, quiet, talking, society, usefulness, simplicity. It makes sense now to be outside, have less, eate well & put things away where you won’t fall over them in the dark.

On radio Campbell Newman [Lord Mayor] talked about the volunteer assembly centres (none near us) & said to organise people between the 2 shifts tomorrow to – seriously, he said, I am serious – flip a coin – heads 7am, tails afternoon… I want to join an organisation that, in a crisis, makes sandwiches.

This morning there was blood spattered around Charlie’s cage & all smeared on the perch & wires. Charlie not obviously the worse for wear. Maybe he killed a gecko.

15.1.11 Sat

I feel like I’m living a different life. I’m out & doing things & talking to neighbours & in bed early & eating a great deal & not using any of my things or doing my usual stuff. And I like many things about it. I wonder if I will ask myself, when I buy things in future, whether I will want to carry them out in a flood… I am in bed with a candle burning & a wind-up torch on my chest pointed at the page… Up at 6. cold shower – can only do a limb at a time. I went down to [house on Colwell behind S’s parent’s] before 8… was helping bag up the contents of linen cupboards. At 9 I took A [who has no car] to Inala shops & the lady at Lifeline [opshop] let me plug my phone in… I went down for the tail of the community meeting at the [school] hall… A BCC [Brisbane City Council] bus of volunteers had come down Colwell in the morning. Then I went back to [the house on Colwell]. I washed down kitchen counters & the bath – really just washing silt off… R – a merchandiser for DMC [embroidery threads] – was one of the volunteers and liked cleaning so I asked her to consider me another pair of hands so she set me to cleaning skirting boards. I was sitting on the floor & using a bucket of water so got very muddy & slimy… It is all such a huge job. I was wiping the tiles in the kitchen & they started coming off in my hands. They use crowbars to take up disintegrating lino & take off the fronts of cabinets where drawers are swollen closed. I sympathise with everyone putting everything – even salvageable things out as rubbish – just not to have to deal with it & to go to an empty shell which only has to be cleaned. Very appealling – at least until you start cleaning & realise how much there is to do – & then it is good to have just one task to concentrate on… Little brown lizards kept coming into the house when I was cleaning – it must have been too muddy & loud & crowded out there. I would catch them & put them back out. From C & B’s verandah we can see the streetlights on 17 Mile Rocks Road, which is surreal, although there are more generators etc on this street than before.

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16.1.11 Sun

Threw out blanched vegetables from laundry sink [they had been there with ice]. Had tea & fruit toast at F’s. Left c8ish & drove through destruction to Indro [Indooroopilly – most service stations out of petrol] & got petrol, then back to Jindalee. McDonalds (24 hours) wasn’t opening until 10.30. Went to church – sludge over grass on roads near golf course, wandered in back roads to get there, & plugged phone in before I talked to anyone. Ian preached on 2 Cor 1. [Minister’s family] only came back from Zimbabwe on Monday night – asked a taxi driver how much to get home & he said, “Well, under normal circumstances…”. The As were flooded out & weren’t there but apparently have a lot of help. They’d been trying to sell their house & had taken it off to wait for better market conditions. K&A were there playing music. They were flooded out, too. They did get some stuff out – were even able to hire a truck! – and a lot of people went over & helped clean yesterday. The landlord was impressed that their minister was manning the bbq. [Various friends including K&A] went to Mt Ommaney & had coffee. I bought a cake w pink icing… & kettle & frying pan & ice etc… Had tea & cake w F & G & talked about how they met & he used to take her home on the last tram & then walk home & fall asleep in a phone booth & get woken up & moved on by the milkman. They met when 15… They are both 79.  Road over to Blunder Rd but it is still mostly blocked, so I rode to Oxley – footpaths are largely cleared but some narrow paths between things – muddy, well, everythings… I was very tired today. Wanted to cry or sleep but didn’t want to waste daylight.


I went back to work on Monday and the power came back that afternoon. Parts of the CBD are still evacuated. Few people can talk about anything except the flood. There are limited menus in restaurants and limited supplies of bread and milk in the grocery stores and there is a smell in the air which was dreadful until I recognised it as smelling exactly like a wet outdoor pig pen. And every afternoon there is a lightshow and another storm, and it makes us all twitchy.

Talk about the weather

Thanks to those who have asked about my family and I – we are still above water (although everything smells damp), but that’s more than can be said for a lot of Queensland. Huge areas of the state are flooded or cut off, and the rest is so wet that when it rains there is no-where for the water to go. The sky was so dark with clouds earlier today that it looked like evening and there was flash-flooding in Toowoomba, which is on top of the range.

There’s some footage of it here:

Edit 11 Jan 2010: Parts of the CBD were evacuated, so I am home early today. There was a rumour the trains would stop at 1pm. People are enjoying their first opportunity to panic shop. Brisbane river has burst its banks at West End. Roads are cut all over the place. Man on train said the important thing to worry about is whether you have cold beer to drink while sitting on the roof. And it is still raining.

My sister and I have decided rum+coke would be appropriate.

Edit 11 Jan 2011: They may start turning power off to suburbs soon. Our street is on the flood list, but all except one end is above 1974 flood levels. We do not have gas or candles because frankly, the thought of trying to cook with gas is unattractive and my sister and I have expressly agreed that we are prepared to live on cold pasta and flavoured tuna indefinitely. Also, pink velvet cupcakes (seriously – who has 6 tablespoons of red food colouring just lying around?). So if there aren’t any more updates, don’t worry – we just won’t have internet access. I’ll have my phone, but keeping the charge on it so may not call.

Edit 12 Jan 2011: 7.30am. Our street is cut off now, and water is rising at the bottom. Snakes are swimming by with their heads held out of the water. We have cupcakes, pasta and flavoured tuna and are preparing for the seige. Also, my sister filled every receptacle in the kitchen with water (except the kettle). We can get out on foot, and it isn’t pretty. Houses on neighbouring streets are flooded, the big furniture business down the road is half-submerged, with shipping containers floating in the carpark. The Ipswich Motorway is awash as far as we can see from the top of the roundabout towards the city. We still have power, but don’t know for how much longer. And no, we’re not going into work today.

End of the Sketchbook

I have finished uploading my latest sketchbook – the Flickr folder is here (links to all the sketchbooks are under the “Sketchbook” tab at the top of this page). And here is some on-the-ground, up-to-the minute fashion reporting from the foodcourt at Indooroopilly Shoppingtown. For a sense of scale, the sketch of the girl in red trousers is 3.2cm tall (I think that’s an inch and a quarter?).

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The colours of the cloud at top left are fairly accurate, but out of context it looks bruised. The girl below it (pink background) wears her short hair rather bouffant, with an enormous sequined bow.

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Another early-morning coffee drinker:

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Sometimes I go back and find people I now know as regulars. The man with the green background on the third row, for examples, nods and smiles every morning, but we have not yet spoken.

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It is midwinter in Brisbane, as you probably can’t tell from the variety of clothing-lengths below. This is an excerpt from a queue at the Gallery of Modern Art (I think it was for the final show of the Ron Mueck exhibition). I’m happiest with the couple in the middle.

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It seems to be a page for happy couples, as witness the pair left of centre strolling into the fold:

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In other news, my printer/scanner is expiring, so I will pass it on to someone who doesn’t need to print blue, and buy another one. I’m tempted to get a portable scanner, just to have for Worldcon, but wouldn’t have room for it, besides which I spent that money on clothes yesterday (to replace work trousers and a skirt I’ve had for at least four years each, so it’s justifiable, but I still feel that I’ve misplaced my priorities). I spent the afternoon before and the evening after church in the office, and am now properly on holidays. Tomorrow, I matt my pictures. And finish the comic. And pack.

Bookplates and World Records

I’ve been working on a bookplate design for Gillian Polack, so that she can offer people signed bookplates for her latest novel, Life Through Cellophane (which is a very enjoyable, gentle horror story) if they can’t get to her – I managed to buy it at the launch, spend a whole weekend in her general vicinity and still not get my copy signed, so I will be asking for one.

I posted some early ideas a few days ago. This is a collection of the final pen and ink drawing (top left), a series of variations, and the final bookplate (bottom right):

Bookplate progression

Now, because my mother (of all people) tells me off for not writing enough about my life, I will tell you some highlights of the last week:

  • My mother has been at the coast for a week. My younger sister and I spent the weekend, walked along the beach (the sea and the sky there are always shell-coloured), read, drank pinacoladas and got caught in the rain. I managed to go into antique, retro and second hand book stores and escape only with two books (on Australian aviation, unsurprisingly).
  • My sister’s boyfriend was driving us to the station on Monday morning. We usually loop around a traffic circle instead of turning right across traffic, but as we came up to the traffic circle (two lanes) there was a huge cloud of brown dust – a rubbish truck had lost its skip. Fortunately, we were in the ute so we hopped the median strip and retreated.
  • Tuesday I saw Astroboy, which was intellectually insulting. I also had a KFC Zinger Works Burger which was very good – I’d been looking forward to it for ages, but the KFC at Indro is the world’s slowest and usually out of chicken.
  • Yesterday I went to the QUT Writing Gala (university awards and launch of their journal Rex) at the Gallery of Modern Art, talked to people about the secret Brisbane which exists in backyards, then on my way out was forcibly diverted into the gallery theatre where a world record breaking comedy attempt was taking place. I stayed for over an hour and my copy of Rex was appropriated and used in part of the act.

Here is my sister asleep while my mother read Dean Koontz out loud, and Lindsay Webb’s comedy attempt:

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ETA: Unless it’s a convention and I figure they’ll find me anyway, I sometimes email people a copy of the sketch of them – I just had an email back from Lindsay Webb’s team and apparently they put the sketch up on the screen at the back of the stage!

Get back hordes of chaos, or: 5 more things I have not been embarrassed about

  1. Wearing my blouse inside out. Worked this out at the bus stop, but I had to wait to get into the city, through two blocks and into MacArthur Central bathrooms before I could fix it. Trying very hard to be cool and deliberate but hampered by not remembering where the tags where and consequently walking with my arms very close to my sides in case they were in the seams. Of course, it turned out to be in the neckline and my hair was down, so that was why I couldn’t find them with my elbows.
  2. Trying on wigs. Genevieve even joined in! With a bob I look even more like my mother.
  3. Changing into sneakers and socks in the middle of Queen Street Mall. I saw stranger things go by.
  4. People watching and asking if they could take photos of me drawing the latin dancers. Well, this sort of thing has rarely embarassed me at the time.
  5. Buying the most delightfully awful book I could have cause not to regret buying. I’ve been dithering on this for a few months now and didn’t quite manage not to defend myself, but after telling the cashier it was for “comedic value” I salvaged the situation by asking if he read fantasy and (as he did) inviting him to look at the pictures, and he agreed with me. If you are particularly unfortunate, I may even review it.

It was an artistic Friday evening. After Genevieve and I had our semi-regular melting-moment-and-mocha at a cafe in the Myer Centre, we went to the photo shop so I could show her last weekend’s paintings and print out copies. While we waited, we tried on wigs in the wig shop (I found a nice length of bob for… $400+, so might get a more theatrical, cheaper wig unless I can bring myself to the overwhelming question of whether to cut my hair before the 1920s banquet). Genevieve left to practice her scales in the music shop and I returned to the photo store to discover they had printed 24 copies on gloss instead of matte. While they reprinted them I avoided buying a tripod (most of my photos are self-portrait/reference shots so my gorillapod and a chair will do for now) and resisted art books in QBD. Then I sat on a bench in Queen Street Mall and sketched passersby before buying a canvas board and the above-mentioned terrible book. I then proceeded to Brisbane Square, where I drew people dancing and other people watched and commented and cactusdude took photos over my shoulder which he may put up when he gets back to Sydney (he asked first and gave me his card after).

Then I walked back to Milton and had a bite in what is invariably the dirtiest McDonald’s of my acquaintance and would have finished being artistic then and there except that Sinatra came on the radio and two policemen who were just leaving started singing and whistling to “I did it my way”, so I drew a quick picture of that. Then I walked home and tried to take a picture of a frond of bougainvillea (hah! got it right first time!) which would have made a very pretty border ornament, except it was too dark to pick up anything except a distant pool of streetlight on my phone, and so was home by a little after 11.

In the end, the photo shop gave me both sets of photos (glossy and matte) so there may be some left over and I will probably offer them to the earliest takers before very long.

A rare music post

Five recently acquired CDs (the first on my own initiative, the others for Christmas): 

  1. Tom Waits – Closing Time: How did I not have this? How did I get by without “Ol’ 55” for most of my life?
  2. Camera Obscura – Let’s Get Out of this Country: I heard Camera Obscura at this year’s Laneway Festival. The album has a lovely ’60s sound, according to my mother. I’m ready to be heartbroken.
  3. Regina Spektor – Begin to Hope: I was worried this was an album I would regret asking for after listening to it once or twice, but it’s not. With the exception of the bridge in ‘Fidelity’, I love it.
  4. Augie March – Moo, You Bloody Choir: I’m still getting to know these songs. I didn’t think I particularly cared for Augie March until I heard them live, opening for Crowded House. Good as that concert was, Augie March were better live. Really good, and I’m looking forward to being able to pick my favourite parts of the album. Not the most famous song, of course, because it never is.
  5.  Green Day – International Superhits: I have not listened to this, but it will provide an interesting counterpoint to the others.

Five songs which are potentially more interesting when I get the lyrics wrong (song followed by what it doesn’t say):

  1. David Dundas/Keith Urban’s “Blue Jeans”: I put my aubergines on.
  2. The Rockmelons’ “L-O-V-E Love”: Hell0 BP Love.
  3. Whoever sings the latest version of its’ “Every Little Step”: No matter if you’re french-fried or diet, we were meant to fall in love.
  4. Bee Gees’ “Staying Alive”: Stay the night, stay the night.
  5. Tim McGraw’s “She’s My Kind of Rain”: Spaghetti falling down on me.

Five Radio Stations I have on preselect in my car, in order of how frequently I listen to them:

  1. Triple J: Roots and All will ruin me for any other activities.
  2. Triple M: Cold 30 ditto. Also the essential 200[insert applicable digit] is a lot of fun.
  3. 98.9FM: This actually does play the best country.
  4. Toowoomba Country FM: For when I’m out of range of everything else.
  5. ABC Classic FM: I know it plays wonderful music (and a good overture is up there with country road songs for music to drive to), but whenever I’m caught between ads and rap on the other stations, it only seems to be playing opera or Yeats set to bad folk music.