when i grow up i'm going to live here




with a room like this
photos from
http://thepulpgirls.tumblr.com/page/3

awesomeeee

the stabs

they're from melbourne
they're playing in sydney at the excelsior on the 23rd of april
they're fucking rad
think a little like a bit of birthday party, sonic youth, mudhoney plus a lot of origionality.
http://www.myspace.com/thestabs

white stripes lomo

awesome.

Get excited!

Toumani Diabaté’s Symmetric Orchestra


'A jubilant polyrhythmic party of percussion, electric guitars, and Diabaté’s 21-stringed instrument showering notes like a musical waterfall.’ - The Village Voice

Sydney festival is bringing us many many great things, however, with the description above and a tick price of FREE I think 'Toumani Diabaté’s Symmetric Orchestra' might be my very favourite. I mean- polyrhythmic party- a free polyrhythmic party - with musical waterfalls! what more can one want in life?

Diabaté will be joined by Vieux Farka Touré, and together will use a range of West african instruments such as kora, djembe, balafon and bolombatto alongside guitars and drums to blend rock, blues and reggae with Saharan rhythms to no doubt produce an impressive performance.

So be in the Domain on the 16th of Janurary for an 8pm start.

there was this one time where i dressed up as jellyfish for a birthday party. I wish it looked like this.

blowing my mind

“Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk."- Jack Handey

This quote is gold, appropriately I stumbled across this on a blog that gave a rather scathing review of the twilight series.
And also, Stephanie Myer, you're drunk

down the rabbit hole

via dreamwalking.tumblr.com/

Horrors

Get on it

Deathstarcanteen

Lego+Star Wars+ Eddie Izzard
Pure Gold

I've been back on my favourite blog of late. EnglishRussia
So as we know, the state controlled, or at least tried to control everything whether it be music, clothes, movies ect. So naturally, around the time that the Soviet Union ceased to exhist some people made up for lost time and adopted some pretty extraordinary looks.
http://englishrussia.com/?p=2929

omnomnomnom

I have been working way too much lately. There was a time when a triple shift seemed like a death sentence (to a certain extent it still does) however; with practice everything becomes normal (I’m sure I could find a relevant quote from someone more intelligent than I to put here but...fuck it).

Anyway, where was I at? Ah yes work, too much of it. I go teach kids how to swim in Ashfield, then go to Petersham pool and life guard then go and serve beer to the parents of the kids I teach at the Annandale (note: this has only happened two or three times, but discussing whether someone’s 4 month old child is ready for ‘learn to swim’ lessons over Body Jar and Coopers pale ale was interesting none the less).

Anyway, where am I up to now? Oh yes. Working. Too much. Winge. So with all this work, I have money, and with this little bit of extra money I have become way too much of an impulse buyer. But my latest impulse buy was a deffinantly a win. Mentos Blast Gum, it tastes really really fucking good. I was never so much a Hubba Bubba person because after ten minutes what was delicious grape flavour becomes disgusting out-of-flavour-gum/ babies-ass-flavour.

Anyway. Where was I at? Ah gum, yes Gum. So this shit is tasty, and comes with nice novelty packaging. Plus prior to yesterday last time I had this gum I spent the whole day listening to Radiohead, looking at clouds on a trampoline chewing this delicious processed goodness. So I guess it bring back good memories.

Anyway where was I at again? Oh yes. Go and by this shit.

statuscloud

i love this new facebook invention, namely because 'meow' is the biggest word, which means i have statused about meowing the most? i'm a cat?

Listen. Now

Marrrickville Pork Roll

Anyone who knows me will know I love Vietnamese salad rolls. Through out my time living in the Inner West I have become somewhat a connaisseur of this delicious and tastey snacks, whether it be Broadway, Enmore, Ashfield or Newtown (I've tried them all) I can safely say that by far the best is 'Marrickville Porkroll'- dont be fooled by the sign, they serve not only pork rolls but chicken, tuna, bbq pork, meatball and my personal favourite, the humble salad roll. I honestly dont know how they make them so delicious, i was never a salad sandwhich person, maybe its the fresh corriader, soy sauce, chilli and a few other mysterious sauces that they add to it to make it so damn tastey. Oh and did I mention that they are only $2.50!...
100% WIN

You can find this hole in the wall store on the corner of Illawarra Road and Marrickville Road.


It is not unusual to see a line of six or so people winding out of the shop.


omnomnom

i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife

30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox

and look here, they write,

you are a dupe for the state, the church,

you are in the ego-dream,

read your history, study the monetary system,

note that the racial war is 23,000 years old.

well, I remember 20 years ago, sitting with an old Jewish tailor,

his nose in the lamplight like a cannon sighted on the enemy; and

there was an Italian pharmacist who lived in an expensive apartment

in the best part of town; we plotted to overthrow

a tottering dynasty, the tailor sewing buttons on a vest,

the Italian poking his cigar in my eye, lighting me up,

a tottering dynasty myself, always drunk as possible,

well-read, starving, depressed, but actually

a good young piece of ass would have solved all my rancor,

but I didn’t know this; I listened to my Italian and my Jew

and I went out down dark alleys smoking borrowed cigarettes

and watching the backs of houses come down in flames,

but somewhere we missed: we were not men enough,

large or small enough,

or we only wanted to talk or we were bored, so the anarchy

fell through,

and the Jew died and the Italian grew angry because I stayed

with his

wife when he went down to the pharmacy; he did not care to have

his personal government overthrown, and she overthrew easy, and

I had some guilt: the children were asleep in the other bedroom

but later I won $200 in a crap game and took a bus to New Orleans

and I stood on the corner listening to the music coming from bars

and then I went inside to the bars,

and I sat there thinking about the dead Jew,

how all he did was sew on buttons and talk,

and how he gave way although he was stronger than any of us

he gave way because his bladder would not go on,

and maybe that saved Wall Street and Manhattan

and the Church and Central Park West and Rome and the

Left Bank, but the pharmacist’s wife, she was nice,

she was tired of bombs under the pillow and hissing the Pope,

and she had a very nice figure, very good legs,

but I guess she felt as I: that the weakness was not Government

but Man, one at a time, that men were never as strong as

their ideas

and that ideas were governments turned into men;

and so it began on a couch with a spilled martini

and it ended in the bedroom: desire, revolution,

nonsense ended, and the shades rattled in the wind,

rattled like sabers, cracked like cannon,

and 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses chased one fox

across the fields under the sun,

and I got out of bed and yawned and scratched my belly

and knew that soon very soon I would have to get

very drunk again.

Bukowski

redblackandwhite

These are photos taken from the times of the Soviet Union. Simple and beautiful. I found them and the drunken cycler via englishrussia.com

I miss reading the gossip about Moss and my favourite libertine/babyshambler/human syringe Pete Doherty. Hince you just don't compare.

Now this is dedication to getting drunk!

read. now.

jimmyrockingtheknits

I have gone into a little bit of a Zeppelin phase, reliving all hours of my youth staying up late on Led Zeppelin forums. Yes I was one of those Zeppelin kids. Anyway, I know today has been really fucking hot. So it is hardly time to look to the knitted vest or jumper. But ask my friends, they know how much I appreciate a good oversized grandpa jumper, apparently jimmy page digs them too. Except he leans toward the other side of the spectrum. Undersized. I still want the Zoso jumper.


I've always loved this picture

Mess.Hall.

It was about five years ago I first saw the Mess Hall live. I was a screaming fourteen year old doing some terrible terrible dancing in between being utterly blown away by the performance… and screaming some more. The set ended with my friend and I in a tug of war battle over one of their drumsticks. And I mean a real tug of war, two on two, sweaty kids fighting it out to the death on a grimy dance floor. It was a close call, neither side willing to give an inch. Well that was until I herd a yelp and the words ‘SHE FUCKING BIT ME SHE FUCKING BIT MY HAND’. The boys let go of the stick, and my friend and I were triumphant. I still have the drumstick. And I still have that friend who got me the drumstick by getting her Mike Tyson on. Yet as entertaining as that memory is, lets hope that my nineteen year old self won’t end up in a fight to the death at the Annandale this Wednesday.

This Wednesday the 25th of November The Mess Hall will be playing and the Annandale FOR FREE. Yes all you uni students out there (uni students who have finished their exams- no excuses) it is free and it is awesome and it is the Annandale’s gift to you, so be there! We have to make the most of these venues so they don’t close like the beloved Hopetoun!

Doors open at 7pm

two dollar champagne has never looked so good

Get it. Now