July 16, 2006
Food, glorious food.
"One cannot live well, love well or sleep well unless one has dined well" Virginia Woolf
Friday was Bastille Day, the French national day, where the people of Paris stormed a prison named the Bastille and the revolution began. To commemorate all this blood and anger.. we eat.
3 hours or so of sitting at a dining table, much wine, coq au vin (slowly cooked chicken in a red whine sauce with mushrooms and things), crepes...
We had a french relative staying in Sydney with an australian friend of hers who had never sat at a dining table for so long and was baffled. Luckily she has never sat in on a real french meal of about 8 hours. Her eating habits resembled more the jewish side of my family: sit down, eat, a few words of conversation, be off the table in less than half an hour, unzip your fly and go watch the cricket.
Yum.
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July 14, 2006
Georgie boy
Ahhh.. my landlord, George is a character. Two nights ago he appeared in my house and began: Julien, I have been looking after you well, havent i? Perhaps too well! Are you angry with me? If you have a problem with me please tell me, dont go behind my back... ect ect
An introduction: My landlord and his family are forever in our house. His mother waits until he hears that we have left before running inside. What does she do there? Noone knows. But they know what we do, what we're up to. Furniture moves around, clothes move, dishes move.
A few weeks ago: George enters the kitchen to find Josh and I standing around shirtless.
George: People will be arriving in five minutes to see the rooms!
Me: (to josh) I think we should put on our tshirts...
George: Yes. (nervous laugh) Yes you should.
pause.
George: Julien, I think you have a boyfriend. (nervous laugh)
George: How interesting...
He recently told me he was not going to kick me out.. but if I wanted to move somewhere to have more privacy with Josh, that would be acceptable.
George also started accusing Candice of being a lesbian.. hmmmmm He has been showiing people her room without asking her first... and the tension between the two of them have been mounting. It didnt help that the other night we thought he was trying to rip us off rent and started to talk to him about it.. before realising we were wrong. He stormed into the house the next day to tell me how hurt he was, how could I have not trusted him.. ect.
Of course he has never trusted us. He wont let us do direct transfer of rent, nor will he give us any reciept for our rent. He once told us he wants to be able to access our house at any time to check we arent damaging things.
Anyways.... i need out. In less than 2 weeks there will be an entirely new household.
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me: 14.07.06
listening to: Scissor Sisters, TV on the Radio, Dresden Dolls: Yes Virginia, Belle and Sebastian (everything), Death cab for cutie, Sigur Ros (still?), Thom York, people chattering on buses, the boss complaining on the phone
Watching: Nothing on tv except for frightening moments of Big Brother and shots of John Howard on the news.
Excited about: The design im currently working on (though I will no doubt be bored by tomorrow), Spendour in the grass, the amazing sandwich place down the street, making origami set in resin with josh tomorrow
Thinking about: Josh (too much), planning a trip to france (too little), new music in my head (though not getting it down).
Reading: Diary. Slowly. As usual. Fuck its dark.
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July 04, 2006
rainy day ponderings
Why is it that though I have a lot to say at the moment, and a lot to ponder, its no longer coming out in web form? Is it a sign that I now have more real life humans to talk to? Is it that now when I have a problem I usually work through it with Josh or.. whoever is involved?
Am i slowly slipping out of the blogosphere and into the real world?
*afraid*
Of course it might also be connected to my current lack of time to ponder.
My time is now divided into work time, sleep time, social time. I no longer have undefined quiet time (unless its with josh.. perhaps explaining why he sometimes has to deal with my emotional outbursts?) At work if somethings annoying me i need to put it aside (where it usually festers and gives me a bad sensation) and then when I get home im too tired to face it properly.
So issues and unease gets forever transfered, blanketed in socialising and work deadlines.
Gone are the times of university and philosophical analysis and self-deconstruction.
I suppose this is adulthood.
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