back to the endless I-did-this-today story….

I find that drinking black tea (or digger tea as it’s known in our house) after lunchtime makes it difficult to sleep at night. Yeah, yeah, call me pussy caffeine intolerance girl, but there you go. I don’t even try to drink coffee any more – it makes me nuts (though not as nuts as gelati made me on the ride into town last night … is it wrong for The Squeeze and I to take such great delight in riding through the crowd of seagulls in the parking lot of the Markets, yelling all the way and praying we won’t hit a bump in the dark and break a leg?).
So there’s some illicit pleasure in sitting down to a cup of tea at 5.53pm. But hell, I say, if you can’ty drink caffeine after 12 on a Friday night, you’re not really living!
Anyhoo, one week later I go in to Uli to have the experimental mass removed from the middle part of my head. We’re not just talking fringe here, we’re talking girly bits… no, wait, the girly bits are mostly there still, but smaller. Tidier. Anyhoo, after a week of deliberation, experimentation and consumerism ($15 for hair product? That’s crazy talk!) I decided a long fringe was not for me. Long as in longer than half a centimeter. I exaggerate not. Both The Squeeze and I had decided we much preferred the ‘pixie fringe’ as he calls it – I discovered it years ago when it was actually fashionable, and now I’m aiming to look like a serious feminist academic til the day I die. No fringe shall be longer than 2cms. No jewellry shall not be silver. No shoes should not be practical/comfortable, unless teamed with a hideously expensive handbag and black-rimmed glasses.
[diversion] Which reminds me. At a very interesting seminar on Thursday, I decided that breaking an icing sugar-coated biscuit with a spoon to make smaller nibbling pieces was a good idea. Of course, both pieces went everywhere, luckily not during the paper itself. Now, I didn’t freak as this shit happens to me all the time (let me repeat – all the time. I don’t fall down all the time any more, but I sure as shit drop stuff, knock things over, etc etc. And please, let’s not talk about the very public too-long-held-down-click-button-on-the-laptop-while-DJing-so-causing-a-song-to-begin-midway-through-another-song-on-multiple-ocassions thing). But the best bit was watching white powder fly out in all directions. Not so great a way to win friends in a room full of cultural studies types.* I apologised, giggled irreverently and perhaps shouldn’t have proferred a used hanky.
*this is a joke utiilising the stereotype that all cultural studies types wear black turtleneck sweaters, black rimmed glasses and black trousers. While they mostly did in the 90s, now most of them seem to have passed into the ‘comfortable’ fashion bracket. At LaTrobe, anyway. Phew – I wasn’t sure I could manage the dress code.[/diversion]
At any rate, I now have awesomely excellent super-short hair. With minor girly bits but major pixie fringe. All free and included in my original haircut price. Phew. And double phew for DJing – I dropped $60 on a fabulous colour – dark marooney red (which will lighten, I was assured, as the colour sets… which is hairdresser word for ‘fade’ I suspect). And boy did I score the gossip. Mostly restaurant related.
Apparently Bali Bagus (said Bar-goo) is ace. La Paelle (Spanish/Moroccan) is great for small groups but crap for large groups. There’s an Ethiopian place in Fitzroy called Lalla/Lulla/Lilla something or other and is amazingly wonderful.
I also met a local artist type person who does interesting ziney stuff (that one’s for you, Skirt).
I popped in to Spotty to get something for a subdued winter jacket/jumper. While I adore my bright pink and red micro-fleece hoody (Hello Kitty hood lining – pics will follow), sometimes it’s not really the go for a more conservative colour scheme. I can’t really wear bright pink with plum cords and a cream blouse. Well, I can, but it’s kind of…. vivid. So I got some blackey/grey stretch denim (no, don’t worry, I’m not tempted to make some low-riding tight, straight legged jeans… I was THERE in the late 80s/early 90s when that shit was cool the first time. And I am NOT going there again) and some black micro fleece to line a very basic jacket. It will have a metallic zip (ie black tape, but silvery teeth), and either a hood or a collar. I like hoods because they’re practical in this godforsaken climate (esp if they’re water resistant), and I’m tempted by the idea of a fleece-lined hood, but it could all go tragically wrong. We’ll see. The whole jacket will probably be like my waterproof, red, quilted one (sort of box-shaped), esp with the layers and all, but I love that red jacket (could be a little longer though – esp on the bike) so who gives a fuck.
Speaking of which, bike jumpers and jackets have a little lowered ‘saddle flap’ (is it just me who thinks of those curves on the bottom of men’s shirts as being like the flaps on a saddle…? Go horsey girl, go) to cover your lower back and crack. Because, of course, you bend over to ride your bike. Those low-riding trousers are awesomely obscene on bike riders (though very entertaining on the novice bike-kid – ha-HA I strike another blow against the horrid teen-groover invasion of B’wick!). The high-waisted trouser is very pleasing, as are stretch fabrics. In fact, the three quarter tracksuit pant is perfect.
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yes, I think I had mentioned the importance of practical clothing for active lasses before. Whatever.
Back to the endless I-did-this-today story….
I picked up some of those FUCKING AMAZING sausages from Nino and Joe’s for dinner tonight. Is it wrong to drop in to a butcher just to browse? Is it wrong to be delighted by the close proximity of hairdresser to Spotty to butcher?
I declare Friday culinary day. Wait for pics. And will endeavour to start a meme. Can you start a meme if only, like 3 or 4 people read your blog, and only about 2 of them blog themselves? I reckon you can. In fact, I think you’re even cooler if you don’t start memes for other people. I think a meme can be cool with just one person in it….
Anyway: on Gastroporn* Friday (whichever and whenever Friday you choose), you have to write a post about a meal you have recently prepared or consumed. Photos are optional but certainly preferable. It doesn’t have to be great food. I will try to do this later today…btw, ignore the times on this blog as they’re a bit out of wack.
*I really wanted to type ‘gastropod’ there.