Maggic Happens
Posted on September 2, 2010
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From this glorious looking album of one William Henry Tietkens
And I mean glorious
The first known photographs of Uluru (nee Ayers Rock)
Taken at a place called MAGGIC SPRING, July 1889.
If flashing HTML was still around, I would totally have made Maggic Spring do that.
More: State Library NSW
Fate for Breakfast
Posted on August 31, 2010
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Photograph by Samuel Hodge
My four year old nephew, Archer Yves, held upside down by yours truly at my birthday breakfast a few weeks back. Not so great with birthday parties, I made sure mine was over by midday, inspired by an Art Garfunkel record.
Class Notes ’33
Posted on August 30, 2010
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The Group & a Polish poster I saved many moons ago. Similar, no?
Thanks to a pal’s knowhow, I recently managed to track down a copy of Sidney Lumet’s 1966 film The Group, based on Mary McCarthy’s (by all accounts, scandalous) novel. The first time I saw it was by accident, late one night on cable. I came in on the final ten minutes and couldn’t sleep until it aired again a few hours later to see what had led to that scene with a 19 year old Candice Bergen and Larry Hagman, talking about “lesbian slime.” I’ve not read the novel (Flippe, I look in your direction) but was stoked to find audio of McCarthy reading from it at the 92nd Street Y in 1963 here. It seems relatively tragic that something so potentially ephemeral could be available and yet the film version is nigh on impossible to get a hold of, bar catching it on TCM (here’s to you, Millie!).


This is “The Group” (from left to right)
Lakey Mona Lisa of the smoking room – for women only!
Dottie Thin women are more sensual. The nerve ends are closer to the surface.
Priss She fell in love – and lived to be an “experiment.”
Polly No money. . .no glamour. . .no defenses. . .poor Cinderella.
Kay The ‘outsider’ – at an Ivy League Ball.
Pokey Skin plumped full of oysters. . .money, money, money. . .yum, yum, yum!
Libby A big red scar in her face called a mouth.
Helena Many women do without sex. . .and thrive on it.

Girls in saddle shoes and women in veils aside, my favourite moment in the film is when you see — for a split second — Helena’s personal stationery, featuring herself as a Pan figure. It shows up again momentarily in a painting she did of the group in college, all the women in realistic birthday suits except for herself, cross-hooved on the ground, flute in tow.
Also of note: Mary McCarthy reviewing Joan Didion’s Democracy in the New York Times, 1984 — ”Democracy” is deeply mysterious, cryptic, enigmatic, like a tarot pack
I want her all for myself
Posted on August 29, 2010
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Looking through my-my-my-my-my soul. . .
Irregular internet access is having a terrible effect on me. My salve? Pop.
Particularly the Blake Babies cover of Temptation Eyes. All Sunday long as I attempt to get this article outta my-my-my-my-my mind and into print. It’s hard to play the record and not watch the video on repeat, I like Evan Dando turning up alternately in a suit and nonchalantly in boxers and the clip art aesthetic is kiiiiiiiiiinda reminiscent of this one early animation by Harry Smith, name of which I can’t quite remember.
Speaking of, here’s Harry showing his incredible craft collection, “the first piece of seminal patchwork that I bought. . .”
Curious Crystals of Unusual Purity
Posted on August 23, 2010
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Last week after radio, Q and I had our auras photographed. I’ve seen many cosmic auras of friends abroad but never been able to find a local guru to capture mine. I won’t link to the dude who did it because I can’t exactly recommend his ‘service.’ First we were served tea. Then more tea. And more tea. At which point we were asked, “are you tea drinkers?” Well, you’d hope so. This was followed by more tea.
Having been told that I was a witch in a previous life and a very old soul, we were taken to the back room to be photographed. Mine was taken first (above). He then shot Q, who came out perfectly, surrounded by a rainbow aura bouquet. After a bit of needling, he told me that I wasn’t coming out in the photo because my solar plexus is blocked, partially due to wearing dark colours and that I had lost a child in a past life. He attached a rosequartz to an LED light so that a rainbow shone through the crystal (kind of amazing) and hovered it above my navel for an uncomfortably long amount of time, during which I felt increasingly queasy. At Q’s suggestion, he attempted to capture my aura post crystal cleansing (below).
In a moment of brazen shysterism, he attempted to charge us double the advertised rate as we were leaving. All that tea, you see.
“What a helluva night!”
Posted on August 21, 2010
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It was election day today. There’s a hung parliament so far. Last election I experienced was Obama’s victory (wild hugs in the street). The feeling in the air here is quite different.
Trying to keep a PMA. Trying.
Why do you feel it? When will it stop?
Posted on August 18, 2010
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Beautiful waste, stupid feeling

Beautiful waste, wonderful feeling

Stupid feeling making fools out of us
Beautiful Waste by The Triffids is, surely, one of the best pop songs I’ve ever heard (mix tape staple). A big call perhaps, but heartfelt. A total jumping about in the kitchen tune, and the video is charming in that early 80′s suburban Australian home footage way (see also: The Go-Betweens Spring Rain). Consider listening to it on repeat today as I have done in between fighting with a taxi driver about the upcoming federal election (I am TERRIFIED but trying to maintain PMA), realising how bad my vision was when I put on new glasses, stacking it massively in a crowded press screening of a terrible film (OUCHx2) followed by late night dinner in my soon-to-be new neighbourhood at the wonderful Eathouse Diner.
Feeling of love, feeling of love, over and out, over and out now
* For some reason the video won’t play at the right speed (but song plays normally!) on YouTube on my laptop but totally fine via iPhone. Word to the wise.
WoW (Wimmin of Weaving)
Posted on August 16, 2010
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Many books have come to me via pals who regularly find themselves in op shops* combing through the arts & crafts sections. How happy I was when fast friend Georgina passed on Handspinning: Art & Techniques (1970) one afternoon, years ago. It’s moved around with me a lot, with the hope that one day I will actually get around to “an ancient craft that is enjoying a renaissance today.” Until then, I just like to look at the early 70′s style of the spinners inside. Lots of wild shifts. I bring to you the wimmin of weaving.
*Have you ever noticed that Paul Reiser’s Couplehood is in EVERY op/thrift shop? Seriously! From Newtown to New Jersey.

Most efficient position for spinning on flyer wheel

Condensing web into roving; same position is used for making both hand and machine card roving.

The Combing stroke
NB I only realised this is actually a dude when I scanned him in. Bummed.













