High Rotation

I'm exhausted after a weekend of staying up late, drinking modified 'fruit tingles', sleeping on the beach (actually a really beautiful beach, pity I thought I'd forgotten my camera) and watching boys dig cars out of the sand and while going to bed early would be the obvious remedy, youtube offers irresistible distractions.

I know we've all seen it before, but I love this Lionel Richie video - what were the producers of this thinking? Stalking blind women and heavy breathing on the other end of their telephone line may not be as romantic as they had intended, but it sure is entertaining. "Hello!" has never been so poetic.



And I've always loved the Midnight Juggernauts remix of this song, but only recently heard the original. This clip makes me smile, it has some kind of absurd Frank Bennett/Richard Cheese vibe to it. I dig.



And Sebastian Tellier is a talented man, because he also did the following song, which doesn't have any of those supermarket musak elements, but is a song I've never become sick of. The clip reminds me a lot of The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979... Metronomy also do a great remix of this song.



James comes home tomorrow, which is exciting. I'm not sure how this being-away-for-half-the-year thing is going to pan out. I could get used to living alone (with Anne), or living with James but trying to get used to both interchangeably feels bizarre.

Very much looking forward to seeing people in Melbourne this weekend, as I mentioned before, although almost feel like it's going to be some kind of hideous teaser since I'll just have to say goodbye to everyone again after 72 hours.

I finished reading Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Obviously the nature of the book is different from his others, and I didn't enjoy nearly as much. It was bizarre hearing him talk about himself, when I've just pieced together how I imagine him to be from so many of the reoccuring characters in his books. A lot what I had guessed what right - he loves jazz, is somewhat socially awkward but he also seems so much warmer than any of his slightly aloof male protagonists.
I really feel like he's a typical Japanese person when he downplays his ability to run, yet continues to call himself a 'runner'. I always wonder at what point a hobby turns into a defining characteristic. When does someone go from just mucking around playing power chords and tabs downloaded from the internet to being a 'guitarist'?
When I started riding my bike to work everyday, I felt worlds apart from the assholes who rang their bells at me and overtook me down Swanston St, but as I grew more and more fond of riding I wondered if riding a bike an hour a day through rain or sunshine didn't make me a 'cyclist'. I don't dress up in skintight clothing and get up early on a Saturday morning (I'm not sure if any hobby in the world could make me do that), but it's my chosen form of transport and one of the highlights of my day. I don't ride to work much anymore, but when I do I always feel like it's the closest thing to flying besides skiing and... actually flying.

OK! In the top ten things I must do next week is actually put some photos up on this thing, and go some way to fulfilling my promise to Steph to start a photo diary.
Note: I rarely achieve anything on my list, and always achieve a whole lot of other shit.

dobu nesumi... mitaiiii

I have been meaning to start this for a long time. Since I left Melbourne.I guess it's a combination of being lazy and not feeling very creative that's stopped me from starting a life as a blogger. I guess if I wait around until I feel creative this thing will never get started, since the grey mush that I feel my brain has turned into rarely has bolts of inspiration anymore. But while I was walking home from work today, listening to Puffy AmiYumi, I remembered the song that this blog was named after and felt egotistical enough that I thought maybe it's time to impose my thoughts onto whoever dares to read... again.



Ah man, that's a great song.

Anyway, I was going to start with our whole journey to Perth etc., but I really can't be stuffed right now. So here are some things I am looking forward to when we go back to Melbourne:

- seeing friends and family (obvious, but should be mentioned)
- having coffee made by Liz at Eurodore in Port Melbourne
- having some sickly sweet Castro's coffee (accompanied by Mr. Lobov)
- maybe dropping in on Joe at Switchboard and getting him to make me some coffee
- doing things on a Sunday
- going out in jeans and thongs and not feeling like a social outcast

What I would really love is some of this:



(not actually the MSTRKRFT show i was at, but we were well and truly involved in the next video)

or this:



In other words, some really trashy good times that don't involve being confronted by a wall of skinny girls in teeensy tiny dresses. Honestly, if anyone thought Prince was bad, Perth would blow their minds. It makes me feel like an old woman, tutting about how much time they must spend getting ready and how much precious cashola they must be spending on their threads. It's a shame they're not even nice threads. And what's the shamest is that now I feel as if maybe I should buy some just to fit in.

Argh, I can't even work out how to change the font in this blog. Pathetic.