Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I like martini's, I like Saturdays, I like albums and I like blogs - so it goes without saying that I pretty much like this.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
We were all sitting around drinking tea, must have been a year ago, and I opened up the box to get out the tiles. Underneath the board and scrabble bits were the scores from a game long ago, with your writing and mine. Unexpected and weird, but such a small thing and a big thing all at once.
And thats how my mind came to ticking through the past, via thinking about a fucking game of scrabble. It's unexpected and not very helpful actually. It isn't even about you and I anymore, because it's good you're happy and successful and the rest of it - right now it's more about me and that I'm still here...nothing changed, just here with the dog, in a little yellow house.
I think I need to shake things up a little.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Back to a bite to eat. Breakfast includes venison chorizo, home made baked beans, and dishes like the Fat Elvis, which is a bagel with banana, bacon and house made peanut butter! Lunch from memory involves some wonderful sandwiches. I had a King Henry VIII which was a good chunk of homemade corned beef with swiss cheese and whole grain mustard. Also their fries are good. So good. Sometimes I dream about them.
Oh and it is also a bar. I'm petitioning they open a second venue around the corner from the yellow house. So far one girl and a dog have signed up.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Songs You Should Rediscover Today Because They Are Awesome has been very enjoyable reading. I've started from the beginning and while I don't agree with all the choices it is pretty much like looking back at my past and detailing it on a good, well written blog...
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
When I moved here all those years ago, I moved because he got a job. I was working on an exhibition... so he would go to work, and I would work from home. By myself. Just me and the dog. And while the dog is awesome, he doesn't talk.
So what did I do? I made super best friends with the Silo cheese girl. I would go down there a couple of times a week just so I could interact with my new cheesy friend. I'd mix it up with my friends at the Fyshwick food markets and my pals at the Griffith butcher, but nobody could compete with my silo besties. I'd walk into the bakery to be greeted with smiles and straight away she would steer me towards the cool room, cooing about a new french triple cream that just arrived this morning. Sigh. I was in love.
Then cheese girl left, as most of the staff do, but it didn't matter so much anyways because I soon made friends with people who weren't in the service industry. This, I have to say was a relief, because buying friendship via cheese can be an expensive habit (fast forward to my love affair with the belgium cheese guy at Deli Mart - it cost me $110 per kilo for truffle infused pecorino to flirt madly with someone who turned out to be gay).
But back to Silo - I've always remained loyal. I've defended the bad service, the moments of sheer rudeness, and the inconsistencies around being allowed to book (or not book). And my has it been worth it. Never has it disappointed, and I couldn't guess how many meals I've had. Hundreds? Todays was a slow cooked meat pie - pudding with mash. Amazing. Kir Royale to wash it down, that you very much. So indulgent for a Saturday lunch.
So writing about this I began to reminisce, what are my favourite food memories from there?
The beef bruschetta - I think I ate this about half a dozen times before deciding to try something else. The potato and anchovy pizza with chilli jam is such a wonderful cheesy gooey potatoey wonder. The vegetable pates are always good and with three flavours my favourite always changes - right now the artichoke is the best for me followed by the hazelnut with capsicum and then pumpkin last (actually pumpkin is always last). The fresh sourdough bread is always heavenly, but at the moment they are baking a breadstick with walnuts. Oh...my...god. I could name about another dozen more meals, but I won't...I won't mention the breakfast choices, nor the tarts or pastries, nor the juices...and especially not the cheese.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Most songs tell a story, for both the songwriter and the listener. Songs end up forming a soundtrack to events in your life. You know what it is like - hearing a particular song can trigger a memory, a thought, or an emotion.
So many songs are important to me, that I can't even begin to pick. So here is the cop out bit. I want to see which songs are important to you, and hear the story behind them. Then I'm going to paint the crap out of that story and song, and we will all go to a gallery space* and drink cheap sparking wine, listen to the music and say which bits of art we like.
So this is top 100, I want 100 songs with 100 stories.
It doesn’t have to be your favourite song, but it should be an important song, a song that represents a little snapshot of your life.
Email your song and its story to email@example.com
Then watch the blog for your part of the top 100.
* I know I said I'd never do the Front again...so if anyone has any bright ideas make it happen for me. Thanks
I've been meaning to start work on this since forever ago....I been kicking around the idea for over 12 months when working on the 'Wolf and the Fold'. I'm not going to link back to the radio interview where I'm sure it was mentioned. Mentioned in the way that I do things best....by making stuff up. It went something like this.
Radio guy: "So Karin, what do you have planned for life after all these wolves"
Yellow house girl: "Well...blah blah about music...blah blah about songs...blah blah about how people feel about songs...blah blah about songs and memories...blah blah new exhibition"
Something I do well, is publicly commit to art projects so that I have to follow them through. This is why I'm writing about Top 100 now. Lets make it happen.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
I spent a bit of time in Brisbane dodging ghosts. Not memories - but actual ghosts. Actually it was a bit of ghosts and memories. Brisbane was the place we used to hang out. Driving through the Valley from the airport I had to just not look. If I had, I would have been taken back to those nights at Ricks when she'd get tipsy on wine, her teeth stained red. The old Queenslander and the summer rain, the beads, her long brown hair - and days spent op-shopping.