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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Fun and Games with Rick and James II

This is the result of one of our late night games.

Three teams, each selects a leader and a model from their 15 members. Each team has half an hour to come up with the best fashion design using:
  • one white t-shirt
  • some string
  • some glue
  • some popsicle sticks
  • some glitter
  • some coloured pens
  • Tin foil
  • macaroni pasta
Ps. We're still finding pieces of macaroni and glitter around the house.

Voila les oeuvres d'art. Je suis sûr que on verra bientôt ces styles dans les magasins de Saint-Germain à Paris et Soho à New York.

Gardez vos yeux ouverts!

Entry A: Macaroni Man.
The Winner overwhelmed by all the emotion, falls to his knees, clutching his hard won 1991 swimming trophy!Eric: The Master of Ceremonies says, "Hey you! You're about to take a ph- [click]!"
Posing with the Winner. There was no way I could compete with tin foil underpants, a visionary move... almost Andy Warholesque.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my team for all their hard yards. They put in 110% every single one of them. Some of them put in more. 120%. 140%. Some of them were putting in around 180% i reckon. Even 230%. They never gave up and went right to the final siren. Full credit to the opposition though, who fought hard all night and deserved a win. Can I just give a big shout out to the Tuggeranong Rabbits who are struggling a bit at the moment. Hope you pull through boys. And to me old man John. Luv ya big fella.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

From my Bookshelf: Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

Recently read this book after the recommendation, "If you want to understand love, you need to read this book."

Here are three passages that made me make a sort of painful audible groan of agreement when I read them.

"I'm thinking of a certain September: Wood pigeon Red Admiral Yellow Harvest Orange Night. You said, "I love you". Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? "I love you" is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them...

...It's the clichés that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what i feel is not precise then should I call it love? It is so terrifying, love, that all I can do is shove it under a dump bin of pink cuddly toys and send myself a greetings card saying, "Congratulations on your Engagement". But I am not engaged I am deeply distracted. I am desperately looking the other way so that love won't see me. I want the diluted version, the sloppy language, the insignificant gestures. The saggy armchair of clichés. It's all right, millions of bottoms have sat here before me. The springs are well worn, the fabric smelly and familiar...

...I miss you Louise. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say you name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call."

Give it a read.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Timelapse: In the end, there's just a chair in there

Here's a little video of our party last saturday night. It was an awesome night. We started off in the park, bit of soccer, bit of boccé, bit of frisby, bit of highland games egg-tossing (that's right Fie) and then it was back to the house for bbq, dancing and a t-shirt making competition using just macaroni and paddle pop sticks.

Thanks to all who came and made it so much fun, and if by any chance the neighbours are reading this, we're sorry.
Fun and Games with Rick & James from edemay on Vimeo.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Partay chez nous... finalement!

En tant que designer, mon colloc Eric ne pouvait pas lasser passer cette chance de créer une invitation spéciale pour notre fête. Voila le resultat.
The plan is to start the afternoon in the park next to our place, play some football, boccé, maybe even the odd egg tossing competition (a game I learnt at the many Scottish Highland Games I went to at Bundanoon as a kid). After we're all sufficiently sported out, it'll be back to the apartment for an Aussie-style BBQ and a couple of beerios.

Eric and I are even threatening to play a couple of songs. Should be a fun night.