going green

you know that something must be meaningful to you when it gets into your subconsious - like a mountion of mashed potato ala close encounters of the third kind..
i'm working on a piece at the moment that focuses around the word green, and on my way home grabbed some groceries. funnily enough when i got home and took them out of my bag i realised my brain had been completely one-tracked and i ended up missing a few key ingredients i needed.
the piece i'm making is not about green as in ecology, but about the idea linked to the phrase 'the grass is greener on the other side'.
it's a strange one, and when you think about it sums up many societal and social problems that tend to arise. when i think about it while shopping i end up having soy milk with broccoli and snow peas for dinner.

from little things

It was my friend's birthday on the weekend, and on the way to her party I thought I'd pick up some flowers for her from the shopping centre nearest my house. To get there you need to walk through a lovely nature reserve. I had been woken up most mornings for the past couple of weeks to cries of baby birds so was not so surprised to find a beautiful nest on the ground. It was very small, and I assume that it must have outgrown it's owner. The craftmanship was amazing - some thick white wadding weaved through with some sturdy black plastic thread. At the shops I found a white box and tissue paper - and amazingly some quail eggs! I presented it to my friend who loved it.

greatest love poem

So two of my oldest, dearest, straight but whacky friends got hitched in Carlton Gardens on the weekend and I had to give a speech. I decided I was going to write the best love poem ever written by referencing the best love song lyrics ever written - a postmodern pop pastiche in line with my current obsession with turns of phrase. On assesment of the generally conservative guests I started to worry that my poem would go down like bruce springsteen to the river (ie dive), but my fears were allayed when we arrived at the reception and they had a screen silently playing their favourite movies throughout the evening being electric boogaloo, the karate kid, and bring it on. Here it is:

'The Greatest Love Poem'
for Matt and Foong

Close your eyes give me your hand, do you feel my heart beating?
Beacause I'm crazy for you, touch me once and you know it's true,
You are so beautiful to me
I want to know what love is, I want you to show me
And nothing's going to stop us now
Beacause these dreams are made when I close my eyes,
It isn't hard to see we're in heaven.
So give me the beat boy and soothe my soul, I want to get lost in your rock n roll,
Because everything I do I do it for you
And I will always love you
Sweet child of mine.

i heart major mori

I heart Major Michael Mori. As the name would suggest, he is a Major - for the US Marines, David Hicks' lawyer and one of the most endearing, earnest, just people I have seen speak. I saw him speak a few weeks ago in Sydney at Angel place. He was great. Essentially because he cannot present his case to the US government, he is presenting it to the Australian public in the hope we will demand our government do something. Mori is quite sure that all we have to do is ask (like the british) and David will be returned. But apparantly Ruddock or Howard never have. Why? Dunno. Rather that me hatchet the facts, there's a great audio interview and full transcript of his interview with Andrew Denton available here: http://www.abc.net.au/tv/enoughrope/transcripts/s1709428.htm which is a pretty good summary of the case. Speaking of noble men in dubious positions I also heart John Stanhope, the Cheif Minister of the ACT who nominated Terry Hicks as Father of the Year, released the terrow laws on the internet and tried to get civil unions free of discrimination. He also saved some drowning kid in a river. I found this picture in Newcastle of all places, which reminded me to share the love.