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these days i am quite enamoured of my new nivea cherry lipbalm — “daily care with a Cherry flavour” (their proper noun).

i was walking through priceline the other week, trying to ignore the aisle of discounted lindt chocolate bars, when it crossed my mind that my existing raspberry and vanilla lipbalm felt quite out of date. literally so, for when i put it on, my lips get a bit itchy. moments later i fronted up at the counter with a fresh supply of iron supplements, new lipbalm… and five lindt bars.

the lipbalm now sits by my keyboard, and throughout the day, even when my lips aren’t too crusty with sticky-out bits of dried winter skin, i can unscrew the cap just to inhale that sweet sweet cherry aroma.

ps. it was only after i bought my cherry lipbalm that i remembered i will soon be getting my hands on one of these, via new york, norway, stockholm, paris and singapore, on the wings of a nellie.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 10 June 2004 at 8:51 am

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i ate this recently: a beautiful pink heart-shaped lamington, twice the price of normal brown block-shaped lamingtons because it was made for mother’s day. surely this is the best mother’s day product ever. beats the ugg boots, the cosmetic gift sets, the DVDs of “something’s gotta give”, the discounted kitchen appliances…

actually i came thisclose to getting the braun blender with the glass jug and five speeds including one labelled with “icon of bowl of soup”, which would be perfect for the impending broccoli soup experiment. but instead came away with special mother’s day priced “lost in translation” DVD. woo!

trivial, soup-related distractions aside, i think i’m finally getting back into the merry swing of werk, four, maybe five months after returning from overseas. the last few weeks have been spent tweaking logos: working out kerning in extremely small increments, debating whether a milky chocolate brown is better than a rich coffee brown, nudging a graphic representation of a fig around a box trying to make it look less turd-like and more fig-like (unrelated to previously mentioned brown issue), wondering if 5pt type is too small…

oh it’s been fun! and now the anticipation of getting it all back from the printers. crisp letterheads and lush, environmentally unfriendly, matt-celloglazed business cards. so i was quite horrified when amongst the penis enlargements (so many penis enlargements!) and cheap software i was offered in my inbox, there was this handy service. shudder, and sigh.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 12 May 2004 at 5:00 pm

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so. trying to stick to this plan of watching less crap tv (already slightly fallen off the rails by watching half of “the bachelor” two nights ago), it occurred to me that i should go to the strokes show instead.

the morning’s quest to purchase a ticket was initially unsuccessful. stepping off the bus and into the tail end of the post christmas sales, it wasn’t so long before i had two tins of half price christmas biscuits (amarettini limone and fruit-studded, chocolate-covered gingerbread, probably still costing more than biscuits should), two hats (an orange bucket hat, and a blue hat similar to the orange except with a much wider brim) and a pair of jeans (dark denim with pink stitching, i suspect they are a capri style, but on me the length is perfect!). fortunately i came to my senses and ignored my need to buy a scott joplin cd, and suddenly i had a strokes ticket.

my reservation about paying $72 to see the strokes, is that on the record, at least in terms of aesthetics and production, they seem like a $30 band, tops. and what good is a burgeoning australian dollar if the pleasing exchange rate doesn’t translate to cheaper concert tickets? still i was determined to watch less crap tv!

five minutes before the band goes on, a girl in front of me whips around, her eyes roll up and she’s on the ground. her boyfriend carries her off the dancefloor and the crowd moves in to fill the space. there are lots of short people at the show, hurrah, so five or six metres from the stage is a pretty good place to be, pointy-elbowed girls with flippy hair not withstanding. the band strut… amble on and play a clash song — “this is a clash song, by the way” — and then it’s “this song is called ‘reptilia'”, and then

du-duh. du-du-duh
du-duh. du-du-duh
du-duh. du-du-duh
du-duh. du-du-duh…

there is good-natured banter and a thought-provoking lightshow (so *that’s* where the money goes), and on-the-spot boppping on my part, and all too soon julian stroke is bargaining with the audience how many more tunes the band will play: “*ten* more? we don’t have that many songs.” so it’s three. two. one. and they’re gone in a cloud of feedback. cheering for encores? feh. they’ve milked all the adulation during the show.

am i gushing? well, yes. ROCK!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 January 2004 at 12:27 am

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why oh why oh why am i stuck on a department store escalator with people standing both on the left side and the right side of the step, denying me overtaking privileges? why has the volume of said people tripled in the last two hours? why do they all smell slightly sour?

could it be that i, who don’t do christmas shoping, last minute christmas shoping, am participating in this most diabolical of year-end traditions? ummmm… yes.

fueled only by a just-bought package of braune lebkuchen mit früchten und schokoladeboden, and a small bag of mcdonald’s fries i got free with the coupon they gave me the last time i gave blood (now there’s an incentive to rock up to the red cross with elbow pit bared), i’ve been riding escalators between floors for ohhh… three hours, trying to find the most classy photo album for ‘a reasonable price’. why is it the cheaper the album, the shinier it is?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 24 December 2003 at 6:34 pm

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feeling somewhat inspired by last night’s spur-of-the-moment “school of rock” excursion, my afternoon stroll to buy tickets for the radio birdman show evolved into a modest, gingerbread latte-fueled shoping spree that yielded the following minifest of rock: a pearl jam “lost dogs” cd, a jet “get born” cd, a bumper billy bragg best-of cd, and, um, the cd single of “hey ya” by outkast… evidently young urban black people are writing music which doesn’t suck. could it be that i am even considering that black eyed peas cd? um. i’ll get back to you.

the shiny tinsel on my tree of rock is this amusing pair of earrings from sportsgirl. look, there is black gothic type spelling out “rock”. a skull and crossbones. two dangly chains at the end of which are a heart and a star. all on the one earring! there is a price tag which says $14.95 reduced to $4.95, which in turn was reduced at the register to $3.95. having threaded it through my long-unadorned earlobe not fifteen minutes ago, i’m now feeling the first allergic reactions of warmth and itchiness around the piercing. it couldn’t possibly be more punkrock, yeah!

today’s purchases were made possible by the divine miss m, lady captain of the good ship artfiles, who turned around my invoice quicksmart, and suddenly my bank account had grown by like, 40%.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 28 November 2003 at 6:43 pm

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It took months of consideration and reflection, but finally the decision was made.

I’d been in the market for a jaffle maker from as far back as a year and a half ago, and then just as I was about to finally buy some silver space-age double-barrelled thing, they released a machine in the shape of a cow. White with black cow splodges, vacant bovine face, a pink udder underneath. And it really threw me.

Do you understand? That whole inner turmoil that designers sometimes experience (not to be confused with indigestion from eating a malcalculated combination of sugary snacks) over form versus function was achingly clear – the ache coming mainly, I suspect, from my stomach panging at the prospect of a further delay in the arrival of a crunchy golden jaffle.

Part of this debate (just between all my inner voices) was the “productivity/value for money question”: do you pay $40 for a machine that makes you 2 sandwiches at a time, or $50 that makes you one but looks like a cow?

And then just as I decided that it had to be the cow… it stopped being sold. Now everywhere I looked, there were jaffle makers in the shape of zany brown dogs. Feh. The jaffle dream ground to a halt, and I ate marinated artichokes on toast for a while.

But not two weeks ago, I stumbled upon a stack of the cow-shaped jaffle makers in one of those happy homemaker-type megastores. All the crunchy golden feelings were rekindled, and soon I was walking home with a box that said “Moo” under my arm.

This morning I made my inaugural jaffle. It was filled with creamed corn, which was damn tasty, but at that temperature, also damn lethal. Note to self: steaming creamed corn shooting out of a jaffle makes a brilliant projectile weapon. Just try to keep the pale yellow arc aiming *away* from your mouth.

I got the best fanmail ever the other day, from Sweden no less, and dammit, it makes my slack mutha lifestyle all worthwhile:

“hi nice stuff on your page there  i was looking for some porn (hehe)  but somehow i stumbled over your exelent page..  just wanned to say that..  id would had bought some of it, but im broke..  my spelling sucks mayor…”

It’s gonna be wonderful.

Yay.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 30 April 2000 at 10:12 pm

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I found a can of soup (cream of chicken and mushroom, no less) in the kitchen cupboard the other day. It wasn’t even originally mine and the person whom it used to belong to’s been gone for over a year. So it’s pretty old soup (and cream of chicken and mushroom, no less), but I was feeling in a particularly self destructive mood.

Even so I wanted to make it a worthwhile dining experience, so I walked over to Coles and got half-baguette (and the Sterrah can tell you a funny story about half-baguettes) and started to queue at the deli counter for some grilled and marinated artichokes.

And so I’m next in line and all of a sudden a wave of old people show up, and have they qualms about jumping queues? Not one. Of course the counter people are no help either; either they just go up to the nearest old person, or they say “Who’s next?” and some other old person puts their withered and spotty hand up.

At this stage I had to leave because I was really quite livid. Not just because of the old people at the deli counter, but because once again the only tomatoes available were hard, unripe, orange and dented.

Why didn’t I abuse the rude and inconsiderate old people? Do they deserve respect just because they are old? Perhaps they think so, and this is why the ignore me when I’m obviously waiting in line for artichokes. Sometimes I think that maybe they should be allowed to jump queues, not because they seniority deserves it, but because their lives will soon be over and they shouldn’t have to spend what’s left of it standing in line so that they can hurry home and torment their grandchildren.

Sigh. Sometimes old people suck.

And then when I got home and called Matthew, he said that soup in a can probably has a use-by date, and 2 years was probably pushing it a little. Just the baguette after all.

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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 6 June 1999 at 8:41 pm

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