For a short week, it’s been extremely trying – it’s felt extremely long. Being M.I.A. was totally unplanned, of course. I wish I could say that life got in the way, but alas, it was the usual. My boss thinks I am a workaholic. He’s mistaken me for someone else, but at the time he said it I was so shocked, all I managed was a snort when what I should’ve done was correct him on the spot. Now I keep waiting for the opportunity to prove that I’m not.
The literal ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ weather of the last day or so has left me with a serious feeling of wanderlust. I want to go somewhere that is on the brink of summer, or at least flirting with it semi-seriously… or at a minimum, somewhere that holds on to summer for a bit longer than Sydney.
Listening: Heroes by David Bowie
I grant you, not the best picture to post from an aesthetic or vanity (short legs, check!) viewpoint.
But here’s what I like about it: the effect of the sunlight on the carpet resulting in two different colours altogether. Combined with the lines of shadow, the effect is almost… cubist.
The other point being I wore the short onesie (playsuit) last night and it was a bad idea. There was a bite in the air, and I found myself shivering. The Hub thought I was play-acting, but hello, chattering teeth! Admittedly, I am a sun-lover so anything below 25C means discomfort. I think it’s goodbye to the onesie for this year.
Listening: After Glow by Foals
They should change the name of Sunday to something, anything else. No sun today, Sunday. (Why, Sydney, do you almost always time the gray days for the weekend?)
An afternoon with a selection of dark-side viewing courtesy of David Fincher: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Se7en, Fight Club; and Denmark’s The Eagle (Hej, Hallgrim Hallgrimsson!).
It’s that time of year when I start thinking about the fact that summer doesn’t last forever.
I apologise if you’re getting tired of all this art, but I don’t seem to myself… I might even hazard a guess that the art is an improvement on me posting ‘selfies’ or body parts (just hands, maybe feet, nothing racy!) photos.
It was extremely hot in Sydney today with the temperature rising to 43C/109.4F in the city, and combined with the wind, being outside made me feel like I’d opened the door of a fan-forced oven and stuck my head in it. Just like being in Perth (where the family is), really.
Anish Kapoor’s Sky Mirror (2006) at the MCA… I imagine it would’ve been dazzlingly blinding in today’s sunshine. When I lived in Perth, I always visualised cracking eggs on the bitumen and watching them sizzle during those long hot summers – random, I know. Now I’ll think of doing the same on Sky Mirror. (Don’t worry, I’d never commit such an act of vandalism.)
Still feeling a tad ‘festive’ despite having to pop into the office again today.
I wonder if anyone would notice if I turned up in my gold get-up (Hello, butterfly!) for our official return to work on Monday. I think it would go a long way towards keeping my mood cheerful. Corporate attire sucks, especially in summer.
When I lived in London, I used to call friends back ‘home’ when I was out; a lot of my calls used to take place in the early hours of the morning when I was tipsy and chatty. Now that I am living in the same country as family and friends, the calls don’t seem to happen as frequently. I know that sounds ironic and odd, but the fact is I hardly ever feel like talking on the phone – I have to psych myself up to do it.
These days, calls home are even scarcer because daylight saving has added an extra hour between Western Australia and New South Wales – it’s normally two hours and much easier to work around. On weekends, when I want to call, Perth is still asleep; when Perth is awake, I’m at the gym or having lunch or busy with errands; when I want to call before heading out for the evening, it’s naptime in the West. I just can’t seem to coordinate a time that works. I wish WA would get with the daylight saving/summertime programme.
Not the most inspiring photograph, I’ll give you that, but it was like that this evening. Not all that much going on. The steady dip of the ever reddening sunset was enough to keep me occupied. That and the thought of the weekend and the Bureau of Meteorology’s promise of high-30s/low-40s temperatures in coming days.