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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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what aerodynamic piece of food can you throw a pelican, just so you can see him open his beak wide and snatch it from its trajectory?

yesterday an afternoon jaunt to centennial park saw mss amber and ella berry and me amusing ourselves with a host of pelicans, quite a few water fowl, some ducks and a few swans. sensing lunch, the pelicans swoop out of the sky, across the lake and right into the throng of smaller birds, their beaks like awnings over the heads of the others. hanging open. feed me.

we threw them stale baguettes, crusts cut from vegemite sandwiches, a few crumbs of polenta cake, and three jalsberg sandwiches.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 21 January 2004 at 6:12 pm

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if you only knew how many people there are out there googling “girls e@ting sh!t” and its various combinations and permutations… and how many of them find their smeary brown way to this so un-smutty page, because i just don’t learn.

in an unexpected turn, someone quite recently ended up here searching for “girls e@ting worms”. oh how we laughed, bitterly. the audience of this page is just not what i was hoping for.

*sigh*

dinner will cheer me up: puffy tofu, snow pea shoots and baby bok choy in oyster sauce corn starch gravy, over rice.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 19 January 2004 at 6:56 pm

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ah chinatown. where there will always be a happy chef beaming as he pushes a bowl of noodles and wontons towards you. where you will be elbowed by chinese grannies down in the markets, but it will all be made better with a $1.20 bagful of deep red tomatoes and a $1.50 fourpack of corn. and just for today, a pride of gold and silver lions roaming the streets, pulling lettuces off shop awnings, tossing their large felty-tinsely heads at passers-by.

in recent years, this question has surfaced each time chinese new year rolls around: why, amongst the piano lessons and maths tuition classes, did my mother not insist i also attend lion dance practice? now, standing on street corners in the presence of these magical beasts in their kung fu shoes, surrounded by the support team of drummers, cymbalists, pole bearers and other big sweaty dudes, i feel a sense of exhiliration, and yearning.

i too could run free like these lions, no?

running away and joining a lion dance troupe is my new second tier new year’s resolution. ahead in the list:
– draw
– draw comics
– read books
– watch less crap tv
– get back to yoga
– see friends
– be nicer
– cook meat

posted by ragingyoghurt on 18 January 2004 at 6:07 pm

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some things that were eaten in tasmania, where it’s 12° in summer and where people drive *old* minis, were: a slice of pink cake, a wagon wheel, and a lamb roast with such accompanying vegetables as roasted parsnip and crumbed cauliflower. also: large flavorsome strawberries, small tart apricots, and yummy yummy cherries. a lamington filled with cream and jam. a venison pie. a baked apricot custard slice. an esmerelda, which is a ball of dessicated coconut covered in hard toffee. a dark chocolate cup, filled with berries and covered in double cream.

why o why are the old people of tasmania so damn grouchy? because they lack the teeth to eat nothing but porridge?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 17 January 2004 at 5:08 pm

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so. the day of the chocolate. back story: having been cheated out of the max brenner chocolate bar experience while nellie was upon us several months ago, the twinkies, reunited and powerful once again in singapore, cleverly steered a mos burger lunch date towards a max brenner chocolate dessert.

o so innocent. chocolate drinks were chosen, chocolate cheesecake was summoned. ten minutes after the imbibing began, the chocolate hit the bloodstream and we were undone. there were lights going off in our heads, which felt soft and floppy on our necks. we could not stop giggling. the chocolate bar was empty but for us that afternoon; who knows what madness ensues when it's packed out with the pre-post-theatre crowd. in any case, the two shopgirls hung back a safe distance. we were INSANE with chocolate.

lunch-and-dessert-date excused herself mid-hot chocolate to return to work, but we later received word that she had died… well, not quite died, but the sugar allergy she’d had since childhood and kept hidden from us, kicked in and incapacitated her for two days. the twinkies ended up finishing cake and beverages, indulged in some therepeutic lolling, and then propelled ourselves forward to wreak havoc on the city.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 17 January 2004 at 4:19 pm

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always, after some time away, what with having had all your meals cooked for you or bought for you, it’s hard to get back into the kitchen to try and scrape together a meal with whatever lurks in the depths of your pantry. still awaiting the major shoping trip, the fridge offers nothing except a door of sauces and a centimetre of milk in the bottom of a litre carton that the boy thoughtfully left in the fridge awaiting your return while he climbs a mountain back in tasmania. of course there are several bars and bags and lumps of chocolate in there, but even you, sugar glider, need something more salty and garlicky sometimes.

on this occasion you will be lucky, and there will also be a hunk of cheese on a shelf: peppercorn-studded pecorino, and hurray, still unmouldy. with a pool of olive oil, three cloves of old garlic chopped up, two handfuls of rocket that you bought on the way home from picking up the holiday snaps, and some spaghetti, you will soon have a bowl of lunch.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 17 January 2004 at 3:50 pm

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happily, this morning i awoke in my own bed. it feels like i have been away for a very long time, even though it has really only been twenty days.

back in my childhood bed in the family home in singapore, my first couple of nights were graced between the hours of two and four by a swarm of mosquitoes descending on my extremities (including ‘head’). soon i was no longer distinguishable from the hapless heartland kids with the scabbies dotted up and down their legs. the midnight feasts only stopped when i moved into my good mother’s bedroom, where she sleeps, gently snoring, after meditating — sitting bolt upright on a cushion, facing the wall, in air conditioned comfort. sleeping in an air conditioned room makes me feel unwell.

and then several nights in a tent in tasmania, before a last night in a damp-smelling room above a pub. not that reassuring quiet dankness of moss-covered forest undergrowth, but the funky odour that makes you suspect something has gone wrong with the plumbing in the attached bathroom. damp-smelling rooms make me feel unhappy.

but now, hurrah, my bed and i are reacquainted. to celebrate i shall be taking four naps, one after the other. and then maybe i’ll tell you about the day of the chocolate in singapore, and about the baked goods (every day, oh yes!) in tasmania.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 16 January 2004 at 1:44 pm

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via nellie: what is brown and sticky? a stick.

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so the new year traffic to this site has been from a bunch of people googling:
– girls e@ting sh!t
– sh!t e@ting girls
– sh!t e@ting japanese girl
– japanese girls e@ting sh!t
– sh!t e@ting video
– women sh!t e@ting japanese
– e@ting w0rms japanese video, and also
– feet toes licking pictures nice ladies movies

i’m just arsking for it now aren’t i? sigh. why do i feel sullied? all of y’all looking for the cr@p-e@ting chicks… there aren’t any here! you should be ashamed of yerselves. shudder. if you visit the yoghurt archives there are many, many eating stories, most of them involving a girl (me) and all of things eaten so much more palatable and nutritious than sh!t. do yerselves a favour.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 7 January 2004 at 2:30 pm

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