21.07.13

Big Apple

I wasn’t ready to return from New York, truth be told. I even tried to change my flight at about 4am on Wednesday morning. I was still out – dinner with colleagues extending to a couple of clubs in the Meatpacking District. But the travel agent couldn’t find a flight that suited so I decided to stick with the original plan.

Thankfully, it’s been blue skies since my return to Sydney and I’ve not had any jetlag at all so it’s back to the old routine…

mid-winter Sydney

I’m very fortunate to live in such a lovely city. Blue skies in mid-winter. Hurrah!

30.06.13

rain rain go away

Last day of the month of June. We’re officially in 2H, the second half of the year, the [long] home-run. Has that come around quickly for you, too?

It’s been raining unceasingly -seemingly- in Sydney this week. And that’s all that one can really say about that.

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Listening: Supreme by Das Tapes feat. Jas

30.05.13

Sydney Tower above the fog

Actually, I don’t think it’s all that surprising, the reason for my being so sky/cloud obsessed. I live in a 24th floor apartment, and I spend my Monday to Friday in a 31st floor office. My default view is the up-high.

We’ve had fog for a few days. Admittedly, not unusual for the time of year, but this week’s fog has been of the low and lingering variety, hanging around (pardon the pun) way beyond brunch.

The otherworldly effect has been pretty cool.

I realise I’m speaking as a person who has not been affected by travel delays (hello, cancelled ferries and delayed flights). It is a kind of luxury, I think.

Listening: Alive by Empire of the Sun

15.05.13

sunny out

I actually thought I could leave the house without a coat yesterday… because it was sunny out, and I was feeling optimistic. I hadn’t even walked a hundred metres before I realised that it was a crazy notion, so I had to return to the apartment to sort out the ‘situation’.

Ah, these sunny days. They have something of the trickster about them.

But we who still have sunshine shall not complain!

28.04.13

Sydney from 'The Coathanger'

On a day like today, it’s impossible to sit indoors.

I was out of the house before 07:30 this morning, and strolling across ‘The Coathanger’ with the Bestie a short time later. Evidently, many others felt the same  – there were lots of runners and walkers (and dogs) out on the Bridge… although I didn’t take any photos of them; I always choose scenery over humans, as we know.

good morning, Sydney!

The (Instagram-processed) photo above was taken from Milsons Point, on Sydney’s lower north shore. It’s also where Luna Park is located.

put on your happy face, Luna!

Amusement parks are strange places, aren’t they? I don’t find them amusing so much as odd. The crazy lady who greets arrivals to Luna Park is proof enough, in my humble opinion. Sometimes, she looks like she’s been electrocuted mid-smile. And other times, she looks like she’s freaking out because a bat has landed on her head. That aside, the rides are fun for about six minutes, and then I’m ready to leave – so much for the notion of ‘amusement’.

We wandered around for a bit, and walked back to the city, had breakfast, then decided afterwards to take ourselves to Centennial Park for a picnic as the day was just too amazing. (It still is! I think it might be about 29C (!) as I type this at just after 17:00. Did someone say ‘Indian Summer’?)

20.04.13

damp start to the day

It’s been just over an hour since I took this photo, and it’s turned to ‘white-out’. I can’t see anything – the buildings nor even the horizon – from where I’m sitting right now.

All night, I heard the wind howling around the sides of the apartment building, and things rattling. I woke several times feeling the cold, but I hate socks; I’m not going to put them on until I absolutely have to…

Life is like this: you’re either the person who always feels the cold, or the person who tends to feel warm more than is comfortable. You either like dogs or cats, one animal more than the other. You like summer holidays or winter ones. Your go-to drink is either beer or wine. Oysters or I-couldn’t-swallow-that-not-even-if-you-paid-me. Babies or no-thank-you. Dresses or trousers, always (I mean this in a girl sense, but, hey, if you’re a fella who fancies frocks, who am I to say?). Sleep-ins or never, not even Sundays. Slow [down] or fast, everything. Happy endings or hey-shit-happens.

I’m rambling now. I’m the person who always feels the cold. All the rest, feel free to guess.

05.04.13

fifty shades of grey?

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.

anywhere but here

Listening: Heroes by David Bowie

10.03.13

blue with wisps of white

After a 7-hour day in the office yesterday, I was determined to get myself outdoors today. It was a lovely day, both in the city and over the water – so it appeared to those of us confined to the land, albeit happily.

white over blue (water)

This time of year is the best in Sydney, in my most humble opinion. Neither too hot nor humid. And on 27C Sundays, it’s sublime.

20.01.13

Sunday afternoon viewingThey 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.

08.01.13

Sky MirrorI 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.)

29.11.12

sunset again

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.

13.10.12

The other day, a random and sudden yearning for something Old School led me to The Style Council.

An initial desire to hear Long Hot Summer saw me stumble upon Mick’s Company. Admittedly, my hitherto knowledge of The Style Council is somewhat limited to their greatest hits. The band formed in 1983, when I was still a kid living in Malaysia, where I doubt very much that I heard any TSC.

Not quite ‘long hot summer weather’ this week*, but it’s been just fine with Mick’s Company.

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* The weather has been a bit bi-polar of late. Sweltering hot one day, cold and rainy the next. It even snowed in the Blue Mountains yesterday.

11.10.12

I’m sure it was warm and sunny the other day. Yes, it was. The shadows at noon were my proof.

Someone told me that things only seem less than if I allow myself to think that they are.

I suppose that’s right, it’s that old “glass half full/empty” adage.

So today, I tell myself it’s not grey and wet out (and therefore less than), but rather it’s a good day to be indoors and getting paid to do it.

08.10.12

It’s wasn’t quite beach weather yesterday but it didn’t stop a lot of people.

I went for a quick stroll along the beach after lunch – while friends were still sitting at the table gas-bagging – and it was pretty cold. However, it was hard to be cranky about that, what with the sunshine and the blue sky.

I don’t need much in life. A fine sunny day is half the battle won as far as I’m concerned.

Guess I’m as simple as they come.

06.09.12

It’s that time of year again… Long days mean I find myself wandering around after work at nighttime, peering into shop windows, shut for the night.

I know it’s repetitive, I know I posted a window display a couple of days ago, but this blog is a reflection of my mundane existence after all.

I snapped this shot at about 8:30pm last night – I’d left the office a few minutes before – and I was hosiery-less myself. Yesterday, I heard we got to 27C – on the fifth day of spring! Bring it on, El Niño!

25.07.12

Wake to a white-out.

Watch the fog roll out.

Wish the dark thoughts could dissolve just as easily.

Why do you do this to me every year, S.A.D.? I’ve had more than my fair share.

21.06.12

The weather.

It’s a useful distraction, isn’t it?

Too hot, too cold, too windy, too humid, too wet, too dry, too something-or-other-that-doesn’t-do-it-for-you.

But nobody ever says that the sky’s too blue.

That’s why I love you.