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yes, the toll of (very bad) reality tv on the commercial networks is all too much to bear, and i’ve taken refuge in old fashioned documentaries. “wild australasia” on the weekend, for example, had some amazing footage of a billion sardines being herded towards mealtime against the west australian shore, by several hungry sharks and a speedy tuna. oh the drama! plus, it made me want sardines, grilled, now.

but has anyone else been watching the documentary series, “our boys” on the abc? it’s about students from a public school in mid-western sydney, which seems to be the antithesis of the kings school as portrayed in that documentary series of a few years ago. where the kings school boys la-di-dahed their way through gilbert and sullivan, the boys at canterbury high struggle to wrap their heads around basic english.

it’s sad to watch. the teachers are almost too dedicated and caring, and the boys are up against… well, a lot of the time, themselves i guess. (i used to watch “heartbreak high” and i thought the wise-cracking, disruptive student was a dramatisation, but it actually is infuriatingly true.) but also, poverty and a lack of resources and not very much to look forward to. and private schools get more government funding, why?

so i think this series is halfway through. one episode tonight, and another next tuesday. i want there to be happy endings dammit.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 24 February 2004 at 5:30 pm

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i’m tired. everything hurts.

this blog quietly became a year old. happy birthday, mr blog.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 23 February 2004 at 5:49 pm

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i’m in the middle of an illustration job at the moment, and until an hour ago had been in that limboland where the client has the sketch you sent them late last night, and has yet to tell you whether or not to get back to the drawing board.

turns out all is good. phew.

the illustration incorporates a child’s drawing, in fact a simulated child’s drawing, by me. this is a challenging prospect because it usually irritates me when i see “child’s drawings” in television ads or whatever, where the artwork has obviously been made by a grownup art director. maybe i need to instigate some regression by watching some children’s daytime tv and eating chocolate biscuits.

on my desk i have my long-neglected box of crayolas. the smell of the (nontoxic) wax is intoxicating.

someone help me before i pull a ralph wiggum.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 18 February 2004 at 11:22 am

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oh how distracting. just as i was about to put an end to the day’s procrastination, my doorbell rang and a postman handed me a large brown padded envelope. inside, “optic nerve 9” and “summer blonde”, a collection of “optic nerves” past. i am joyous and lucky, and at the same time, doomed.

thank you, nellie.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 16 February 2004 at 4:49 pm

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what better thing to do on a weekend where it’s too hot to even think, than try and learn about implementing css.

sure. you might put forth the option of strolling into your local gelatissimo store and availing yourself of the yumminess on offer. there’s a secret deal at the moment where if you say to the cashier, “gelatissimo is yummissimo” he will smile at you in a way that doesn’t make you feel like a dill, and then he will give you a pretty alright discount.

but having already done that yesterday, i thought a day at mr. computer would be equally fun. so. here we are. a new layout. i was aiming to get it done in about a week, when this blog turns a year old, but i was editing and uploading and suddenly it was all up there.

does this text look inordinately small and illegible to you?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 15 February 2004 at 4:21 pm

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some days the air is so warm and moist that your armpits are no longer just armpits, they are pits of hell. is there a steaming carcass tucked up there? something that crawled inside and died?

on such a day, it would be wise to catch an airconditioned bus to the airconditioned cinema, where you can see “infernal affairs“. you will bite your nails down to just before it starts to hurt. you will stop breathing a few times, it gets so exciting. my word was i excited!

in the dark you might have a bottle of apple-cranberry juice and a tofu nori roll, and you will have tony leung chiu wai, surely the most handsome chinese man in the world (sometimes the most handsome man ITW fullstop, depending on what sort of day keanu and jude are having).

your armpits will thank you.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 February 2004 at 7:38 am

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the best meal i ever made

ah the long lazy days of summer continue. yesterday saw a quick jaunt into the city, where fat, glistening salmon fillets were purchased, alongside a package of chilli linguini and a bunch of mint. later that evening, they all came together rather spectacularly in this manner.

quote from the boy: that was the best meal you ever made.

also acquired at the time of the salmon was a tub of parsley and fetta pesto, which came together equally spectacularly this afternoon, though on a more modest scale, sandwiched with cucumber between rye.

mmm… green…

posted by ragingyoghurt on 5 February 2004 at 7:51 pm

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an hour later, the last of the lamington sponge and a cup of tea. it puts a silver lining on any cloudy, sodden laundry situation.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 4 February 2004 at 9:09 am

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there is nothing sadder than rows of sodden laundry hanging from the clotheslines on my balcony. after hours of sunshine and clear sky cunningly lured me into doing a load of washing yesterday evening, it suddenly began to rain. and rain. and rain. sporadically through the night, and now into this greyness that we call morning.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 4 February 2004 at 8:10 am

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sometimes it’s nice when clients take their time getting back to you, because that means you can take the morning off and see the shag exhibition at the opera house and the tracey moffat exhibition at the mca, and in between, a show of sydney object design, in what was up until a few months ago, some secret walled-up space underneath the sydney opera house. cool.

the moffat show was particularly worthy because it included every piece of her various series [what is the plural of 'series?'] of photographs. whenever i;ve seen her stuff in the past it’s usually been just one picture out of a set, so today was the first time i experienced the full narrative element of her work. i felt better for it.

i’d usually rather see a drawing show than a photography one, but goshdarnit i like that tracey moffat, especially her “scarred for life” series. i’m even going back in to see the screenings of her films (there is only so much art a girl can see in a day), which is saying a lot really, because my standard reaction to the phrase ‘experimental film / video art’ is… not a pretty sight. i think the key is ‘narrative’. so call me linear, dammit.

lunchtime midafternoon saw me perched at a counter in a foodhall with three nori rolls, popular music from vittula and a gloria jeans tim tam iced chocolate. everything was tasty and extremely satisfying.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 3 February 2004 at 10:21 pm

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