Monday, July 31, 2006

Eight seconds into the Scissor Sisters' new track, "Don't Feel Like Dancing", there is a melodious tom fill. Suddenly, all is well in the world.

Which reminds me, I was able to make my first use of the term 'scissor sister' in everyday conversation on the weekend. While working my first shift at new job, being trained by my ex, at least five people asked if we were sisters (to which the answer, by the way, is no, we are narcissists). We laughed indulgently most of the time and avoided the subject. But one guy was persistent in his questioning, and my ex gave him the confusing answer: "Well, I suppose you could say we are a kind of sister". The questioner looked bamboozled, so I filled in the rest: "Scissor sisters". And all was clear! And compromising for all involved.

PS. My apologies for the diagram, for anyone who had the folly of following that Wikipedia link. It's true! It is unnatural! Er...

Friday, July 28, 2006

I know it's my own fault for reading crap like this, but I would like to state publicly my real dislike of The Age's love and sex column, Sam in the City. Everything abominable about banal, space-filling, life-issues column writing is distilled in this blog. As if the mere existence of mainstream paper-endorsed blogs wasn't bad enough. "Samantha Brett, author of Luv 'n Txt invites you to share your thoughts with Australia's 4.7 million singles. Here you'll find stories, news and tips blended with tales from Melbourne's dating scene." Please, kill me now.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Grumble grumble. We are not happy creatures, we readers and writers of blogs. I like to imagine that I am going along the "long, slow, dismantling of the accreted wounds and habits that we are" (thank you k-punk), but yes, it is slow and it is long. And it is bound up with things that are ideological through and through. Like love. Ah, when I say the word then sometimes I spit venom. So this is why people become Buddhist. Renunciation probably does seem easier than the constant, reasoned interrogation of the self. To always be two, to be looking back upon oneself... Well.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

A Recommendation

I saw I Am My Own Wife at the Malthouse tonight. It was unbelievably good. You must go and see it. You must.

Write-up in The Age

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Must-hear single of 2006: Nelly Furtado, "Maneater". It is a giant track. It makes me want to dance in the hugest, most strident way possible. It is produced by Timbaland, with drums that make me punch the air and press every ounce of energy outwards.

(Its video does it no justice, however. Just Nelly Furtado floating around in a basement somewhere while looking for her cat. Yes, her actual cat. And for some reason there are lots of people there who start dancing with her. But not in the giant! mechanical! piston-like! way that the song demands. It was a wasted opportunity, to say the least.)

The album, Loose, doesn't even come out in this land-that-time-forgot until the 10th of July, so I don't know when we'll see this single. But when it does - I will have my dance ready (the song urges such giant movements, you see, that I run an even greater risk than usual of looking like a muppet while dancing).

Anyway, look forward to it. It will be big.

[In other news: still writing essays, ho-hum.]