June 5, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Greyfriars cemetery of Edinburgh lies across a lush sprawl of greenery, wearing an omniscient shadow of superstition. Clean, silky light falls through massive branches that twist and claw at each other in a desperate arch, sheltering a pathway that reaches through the mossy plots. It is home to Greyfriars Bobby, and allegedly harbours the malignant spirit of George Mackenzie, but a place like this is definitely worth risking a few inexplicable injuries from an enraged phantom. More photos to come.
June 1, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I found a photo of me from one of my past lives. I don’t know how it got on tumblr though. Weird.
May 27, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Joy of joys! With the arrival of my love into our neat little apartment I now have company, music and internet! No more living the bachelor life. Which I am greatly relieved for, since subsisting on a diet that is 40% tinned fish and rattling around with only my ceramic heater for company is exactly as glamourous as it sounds. I think Nick Earls (one of my favourite Australian writers) summed it up well in his novel Zig Zag Street:
“I am not suited to living alone. I think few people are. I think we need to feel that there is some external monitoring of our behaviour or we regress badly. Our self-care and social skills deteriorate, and our interpretation of the role of objects can become eccentric.”
Upon my partner-in-sin’s arrival, my only piece of furniture (coffee table, $19, assembled by hand) was immediately swiped and re-appropriated as a
devotional alter desk for his Mac. He’s a kind soul though, he replaced my makeshift dining table with an even more makeshift option- the box his cursed Mac came in. It is a bullet-proof testament to the honeymoon period that even though our entire inventory of furniture is a wobbly bench, a mattress and a cardboard box, we still find the time daily to crow about how much we love our apartment. Mind you, this is the view from my pillow…
April 29, 2011 § Leave a Comment
All photographs by Gavin La Grange of Electric Rocking Horse.
April 5, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I find it 100% impossible to absorb university lectures without doing something else as well. In high school I would drive my teachers up the wall; while they were explaining something critical to our ability to graduate, I would be locked in a scribbly embrace with my page margins. I think it was eventually justified when research started being circulated about the different types of learners- apparently scribblers are one of them- but it probably still annoys the beans out of teachers everywhere. Too bad suckers! My lectures are now also a noobalicious art class with my mechanical pencil I think I’ve had since 1998, my iPhone camera in lieu of a scanner and the Brushes application for whatever editing I have any remaining patience for.