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

matchcatz

If you want some, buy sandalwood inscence cones from Eastern Flare in Newtown. I bought some the other day, opened up the packet and BAM, complementary cat matches to go with your insence. 100% WIN

One can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

'Small houses and courts with mail boxes full of spiders, mailboxes hanging by one nail, old women inside rolling cigarettes and chewing tobacco and humming to their canaries and watching you, an idiot lost in the rain.'

That idiot was me today. An idiot in a wetsuit and a shirt that said 'fun safe and easy'. Oh lordy


What a beer gut. Despite this gut, according to Bukowski he had nice legs.
Sure you do, you dirty-old-man-genius.

coolbritannia

...

they start with revolutions then you end up smoking in your room and doing washing in bathtubs. at least we'll always have clouds. and bathtubs.

these lovely photos are taken from the blog 'sometimes i just need quiet'
http://www.truth-beauty-cock.blogspot.com/

icedT

http://www.bellybytes.com/recipe/tea/


This site combines the two greatest drinks: Tea, and alcohol. And to go with the theme of summer (which is generally made up of hot days and drinking) this site provides us with ways of combining these two great drinks into one beautiful refreshing fusion, iced tea punch.
Here is one of my favourites:

Ingredients:
Three orange pekoe tea bags
1 cup loosely packed fresh basil leaves
4 cups water
Five, 5-1/2-ounce cans peach nectar (about 3-1/3 cups), chilled
1/4 cup chilled simple syrup or to taste
3/4 cup vodka

For simple syrup:
1-1/3 cups sugar
1-1/4 cups water
Garnish: peach slices and basil sprigs

Put teabags and basil in a quart-size glass measure or heat-proof bowl.

In a saucepan bring water just to a boil and pour over tea bags. Steep tea 5 minutes and strain through a sieve into a heat-proof pitcher. Cool tea and chill, covered, until cold, about 1 hour. Stir in nectar, vodka and syrup. Serve tea over ice in tall glasses and garnish with peach slices and basil sprigs.

To make simple syrup:
In a saucepan bring sugar and water to a boil, stirring, and boil until sugar dissolves. Let syrup cool and chill, covered. You can prepare the syrup up to two weeks ahead of time, if desired. Syrup recipe makes about 2 cups syrup.

Recipe makes about 7 cups of Peach Basil Iced Tea.

Foal

Australia has never been lucky when it comes to having bands from over seas tour, and this years Big Day Out is one very good example of this (apart from the horrors, who STILL haven’t announced sideshows). Tomorrow night we have a small… ok VERY small consolation, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. At the once brilliant, now predominantly disgusting Candy’s Apartment we have keyboardist Edwin Congreaves of Foals DJing. I was very VERY far down the grape vine when I herd the news, thus the news was some what distorted which resulted in me thinking the FOALS WERE PLAYING GIGS IN AUSTRALIA. But of course I realized that this was not so, and I realized that my excitement was entirely unwarranted, because I'm in Australia, no one comes to Australia. (Except Pavement !)



Anyway
• Friday the 13th November
• Candy’s
• A foal
• Many drunks
• Which sounds fine by me.

Walking through central tunnel I was very graced with the a buskers who is very possibly drunk and slurring "Stand.. stand by me woooaaahhhh" with a hat held out for a donation. He may or may not deserved my hard earned coin, however, some street acts are amazing and deserve serious cash.
This video was taken in a subway in New York City, it would be absolutely impossible to walk past this guy!

Katherine Mansfield

"...you are overcome, suddenly by a feeling of bliss-absolute bliss!- as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?"

thinktank

ahaha

via iquitelikethebeatles.tumblr.com

The Harbour Bridge isn't very pretty.
All pipes 'n chains 'n steel fences.

Avoiding essays with Mary-Louise Parker

I am sorry I have not been on here in a while world.
Yet I am more sorry that I have been spending most of my waking hours avoiding writing a useless essay and doing more peer reviewing than most males in a co-ed PE class when they hit puberty.

Usually my avoiding of essays is fruitless and I am left with five empty tea cups, empty packet of caramel buds and a body clock that operates on a similar level to that of a koala. However, sometimes you stumble across some pure gold. For example today I found a quiz on face book that tells you how long your penis is. Oh the brilliance of technology! I swiftly completed this quiz and discovered that I am, shall we say well equipped in the pseudo-facebook-penis department. I also discovered a list compiled by the lovely Mary-Louise Parker of “Weeds” on the Ten Types of Music No Man Should Own. I think she’s pretty much on the money, although it could be re-titled Ten Types of Music That No one Should Own


1. Records by any act whose name is of a Greek or Latin etymology, i.e. Styx, Megadeth, Yanni.

2. Any recording of Carousel, original Broadway cast or national tour.

3. Any recording by an act or artist who owns a copy of any recording of Carousel.

4. Any soundtrack involving earnest undersea creatures who sing or play drums as they struggle to find their way home ie. The Little Mermaid

5. The soundtrack or singles from any aerobics movie featuring Olivia Newton-John or John Travolta.

6. Any album containing a pop song with recordings of whales or dolphins in the background.

7. Any album by Paul after George died, any album by George after John died, and any album by Ringo after Elvis died.

8. Any of the volumes of Lilith Fair: A Celebration of Women. The DVD is equally, if not more, unacceptable.

9. Any album released between 1984 and 1988 by men wearing unitards or kimonos. Except Boy George.

10. Any tracks or bootleg recordings of the Kiss: Alive II tour. Unless you are twelve.

http://www.esquire.com/the-side/music/sex-music-turnoffs-031209?click=main_sr

A comprehensive list, although I disagree with the little Mermaid nomination.


On an even more useless note; if you have a spare moment of time on your hands, or if you don’t and you just enjoy doing pursuing the useless instead of the constructive (which is probably why you’re on this blog) then here is some cool shit you can do today, or tonight, or in between.

My advice for today is (particularly if your avoiding doing something work related):
1. Listen to: Pavement- Slanted and Enchanted, Grizzly Bear – Yellow House and Rain dogs- Tom Waits
2. Watch the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld.
3. Get caught up in a blog vortex (y’know, click one link then another and then another and then. BAM two hours of blog vortex time)
4. Go to Marrickville Pork Roll shop and get a Salad Roll- Seriously, they are UNBELIEVABLEY DELICIOUS
5. Stay up late and ruin you body clock (like Kramer)
6. Eat lots of carrots it’s good for night vision, which is handy if you staying up late and ruining your body clock as suggested above.
7. Ready The Waltz by Dorothy Parker, or anything by her for that matter. She is a weapon and if I could write like her my life would be complete. Well nearly.

sexy people in cool shirts

http://www.thecobrasnake.com/

Boardshorts, singlets and a truck load of sweat!

The awesomeness of Vietnam and Cambodia via poor quality photos.

Itunes, imovie, ipod, itrip …

Now all you have to do is reconnect the black wire to the other black wire...

Whoever thought a penguin bin. Multifunctional. Useful and hilarious.

So the monkey proverb goes something along the lines of see no evil, speak no evil hear no evil but this monkey…

Sure it’s annoying when you forget to bring bags and you’re left with arms full of awkwardly balanced shopping, but creating some sort of grocery based tower crowned with a baby- whilst on a motorbike…well that’s an art form

There are buckets and buckets loads of reasons why NOT!

N.B A personal joke you may not get, however, don't fret we don't remember much of the night anyway

The spawn of tin tin, John Travolta and Michael Jackson (owww!)…and trees with faces?...

Wonderful fish massage- who needs pumice stones or pedicures when you have small fish to eat you dead skin… mmmmmmmmmm... skin

(Taken in Cambodian toilets) Who ever thought there were so many uses for a toilet! Be sure not to smoke, not to stand on the toilet, don’t clean your feet with the toilet brush (that’s the fishes job) and be sure not to shower in the toilet.

Where to start! I'm not sure whats worse, chicken soup with tits, or pears with tits?

After a long day of riding a bike, in a tuk tuk or in a Lexus. The heat and sweat gets to you. (or up you) in many different ways.

Got chicken?

gold

Where was this during year 12 modern history?

via fffound

oh hai judgment day

I wake up to red. Harsh unnatural molten red.
What could it be? Satan, Judgment day, the giant orange highlighter in the sky?
In my half asleep state all kinds of apocalyptic explanations were coming to me.
But No. It’s dust, just dust. How fucking boring.