An incomplete known
Worlds within worlds
Clothes peg
Yesterday I was bringing in the washing and dropped a clothes peg
Over the years I've gotten a lot better at throwing the pegs into their container as I bring in the clothes.
In so many backyards I have honed my skill at landing these items within various repurposed containers.
I remembered when I was younger a scattering of clothes pegs around the ice-cream bucket used to hold them between washes.
There used to be a handful of them that missed when I collected the washing at my Father's home.
I recall that the washing lines of shared houses was where I began to hone my skills.
Sometimes the ice-cream buckets were bigger, then my in-laws had a metal container that was narrow -- so maybe that helped in my development too.
However, yesterday I realised how long it'd been since I dropped a peg outside their container.
It struck me how, even without trying, the repetition had contributed to developing this somewhat useful skill.
Then I began to wonder what I might be able to achieve if I consciously applied myself to practicing something each week.
Or even if I took moments during the day to chuck pegs at a small target.
Obviously I could be a bit more ambitious but that seems like a place to start.
Dylan still chillin'
Last year my son started listening to Bob Dylan
It followed from playlists of Dr John, which apparently had my teenager badged on Spotify as the late musician's number one fan.
I know Dylan is having another of his moments at present with the biopic movie, but my son was ahead of that news.
I also know that I got interested in Dylan when I was a little older than my teen is now, when I wrote a 10000 word essay for my English class in 1991.
While I still appreciate his writing, my favourite of Dylan's catalogue is the reggae album Infidels for the grooviness of renowned rhythm section Sly and Robbie.Anyway, it was still surprising that the usual pop hiphop like Kanye and Kendrick Lamar had shifted to music older than me.
On the weekend my youngest and I were talking about the author SE Hinton, as he'd recently enjoyed The Outsiders and I'd given him Rumblefish for Christmas, and I had an idea.
There's an interview with the author where she's asked why her books are so successful and continue to be assigned to high school English classes.
Hinton recognised that she was still young at the time it was written and still had some of the idealism of youth, which resonated authentically with her audience.
Now it's left me wondering if that's part of the appeal for some of that enduring music from earlier decades?
Then again, looking at this graph just now, maybe it's because Spotify promotes old music?Advice for artists
Do you talk with your elected representatives?
It led to a Community Recognition Statement about a CASP grant from years ago and Mum was chuffed to come along to the morning tea where this photo was taken.
We know the arts need more recognition, so consider sending your MP an email next time you're promoting a project.
Thanks David Lynch
If there's a silver-lining to waking up to a newsfeed talking about the death of a hero it is the opportunity to read more about them
I was 16 when I read about Wild At Heart and convinced my cousin that we should see it rather than use a fake ID to buy alcohol.
Lynch's use of sound and looping narratives, as well as the deeply romantic ideals espoused by the characters -- so wonderful.
The terrors in Lynchian nights were so dark, yet somehow you get to walk away from those dreamy scenes feeling like everything is going to be okay.
Sacrificing children
Hard to believe that we're in the fifth year of a global pandemic
(That might be because people seem to be in denial about it!)One of the things that worries me about becoming a teacher is that Australian children are mostly unvaccinated against Covid-19.
It seems ridiculous given they're immunised against a range of illnesses that aren't as deadly and, in some cases, parents find they have no choice with all those 'no jab, no play' type rules for services or even to receive financial support.When you hear people describing this potentially fatal disease as a "spicy cough" it shows we're not taking it seriously.
As the long-term implications of this Coronavirus are being documented, 'long Covid' is known to have a range of potential impacts and little prospect for remedy.I feel the Australian government has failed its 'duty of care' by using commissioned reports to drive policy decisions, rather than basing decisions like "living with the virus" on the advice of medical experts.
We might be on the cusp of a generation of young people with higher rates of dementia.Thanks to Nick for sharing this information.
Kojo yakei
One of the things I like about my suburb is the industrial aesthetics mingling with gum trees
Every now and then I'll go out on my pushbike at night and come home with photographs.So I'm excited by the Japanese term ‘kojo yakei’ meaning "factory night view" that has become a tourism phenomenon:
This could be a project for me in 2026, I think.
Each blending is a new beginning
Being a reformed wine wanker has made me a coffee snob
These days I can’t buy a takeaway because it hurts too much to pay for an unsatisfying brew.
The result is that I experiment with blending beans and find that the lesson of complementing hard and soft characteristics holds as true for coffee as it does for wine or microphones.
Tan lines
Each year I embrace the swimming season more
My tan lines are one measure that might be regrettable, but I did two consecutive lengths of butterfly today and feel that satisfying swollen tenderness.
Floral pedals
When I tried to ask Google how did floral pedals become a thing, it led to "petals" and it made me appreciate there's some kinda pun happening here
Anyway, I'm a fan. It's great to see this idea blooming!For a long time I didn't buy the Melee pedal because it has an angry skull on it, but I've been playing with it again recently and it's fun.
Christopher Haworth Strictly Plein Air
Looking forward to seeing Christopher Haworth's solo exhibition
He's a plein air painter who spends a lot of time in the Riverina landscape, which leads to many observations about regional life.
The video above shares some of his creative practise and was part of the Ngurrambang exhibition that I curated at Griffith Regional Art Gallery, where he's now holding his first solo show.
Slice of the pie
Succumb
Summer is here and I've been succumbing to ice-cream
Sometimes a scoop goes well in a coffee too, particularly if you add extra milk.
It's a simple approach and feels in balance with the rest of my diet, I like to think.
Then I started looking at the varieties of ice-cream in those freezer cabinets and suddenly my tastes aren't so vanilla.
There are two in particular that appear when my mind turns to visiting the supermarkets.
At the European brand shop there's a Magnum-style knock-off that's white chocolate with raspberries.
(I know white chocolate isn't really chocolate but it melts better for not having the paste-like character of cocoa.)
The tartness of the raspberry is easily overcome by the vanilla and then the sweet hit of that sweetened condensed (misnomered) chocolate.
This same brand with a NZ-sounding name that I can't remember also has a passionfruit ice-cream but the second ice-cream I've been enjoying most is the one pictured.
It's nuts and outrageous, just like it says.
There's really no stopping once I hit a seam of the caramel that runs between crunchy peanuts and different flavours of ice-cream.
Otherwise I'll run the spoon around the edge of the packaging where it's melting and the sundae all blends together like a gritty sticky mouthful.
I can feel my brain doing these cartwheels while I'm eating it.
The peanuts probably aren't appropriate for everyone, but if you need to grab an epipen then consider giving it a go.
Vice-versa
Sometimes the Disquiet Junto projects really surprise me
There have been many examples over the years, such as the "layered sameness" exercise that led to a revelation when I heard all the takes together.
Late last year there was a Junto activity that gave me a glimpse of a different depth in my recording.It was the "switch back" direction to "Make the quiet part loud, and vice-versa."
Listening back to it now and I'm surprised at how much I enjoy the spaciousness around the instruments.
I can hear a place that I'd like to visit again.
Are you chicken?
New year new
Made this poem from my senryu/microjournal habit
The creative prompt shared by Naviar Records led me to revisit a process from previous years.
I sampled my daily writing practise, then quickly recorded a reading to go with a piece of music.
The words are below, since you can't really hear them:
put demons on the table
we all have monsters
The familiar
our lived experiences
we never escape
Preoccupation
knowing unmentionables
hiding maligned forms
In these descriptions
old paraphernalia
wrestling for new life
Anchored ideas
peppered onto bathroom walls
I read the comments
My steps unbalanced
finding a new way forward
these steep learning curves
Personal essays
images that resonate
using metaphors
It leaves me beaten
along branches of wisdom
stick with what I know
Dulled by the moment
anything is possible
love profound boredom
Title on the door
master procrastinator
holds me to account
I don’t play tennis
when the ball is in my court
I’m hitting it back
The role I’ve taken
allowed to fully occupy
where I’m meant to be
Sometimes giving up
letting loose parts of myself
and it’s positive
I’ve backed myself in
wet paint around the corners
I’ll spend some time here
A love of the thing
not really a career
expert of nothing
Enjoy the journey
it’s different for everyone
like so much guidance
so I guess words will travel
Robust narratives
explaining our lives away
it’s not magical
Without little words
sensibly made into thoughts
would I know myself
Finding small spaces
unused outlooks on the day
to make a window
My opacity
hiding in the everyday
beliefs are porous
We can save those gifts
people don't want those insights
lies are easier
We hold opinions
underestimate vastly
how truths destroy us
That crushing feeling
to hold a sensitive heart
wishing it weren’t mine
Something in my chest
resonates with emotion
reciting your words
It’s the easy thing
seeing only what I know
can you really blame me?
A slippery slope
I can go down a wormhole
lose myself a while
These are summaries
so when revisiting them
I'll find my own words
Thinking of my poems
as conversation partners
go let them mingle
We sometimes struggle
as our own brand of magic
fails to charm ourselves
Sometimes I’ll look back
some will say I’m different
but it’s just I’ve grown
Through a world of sound
the only filter I have
my discerning ear
Scanning the dial
your radio call signal
I’m the antenna
that lozenge rhymes with orange
but maybe that’s me
Mechanical massage
Not sure where this massage machine came from
However, every few years or so since it arrived I will return to its embrace.
The rubber skin covers a series of mechanical fingers that work up and down either side of the spine.
This means that you can position yourself for it to focus on areas that need massaging, but it's weird.
Usually when I am receiving a massage I will be moaning and thanking the person.
So it's embarrassing to be trying to hold my pleasure in as my family goes about their days around me.
There as I am writhing and gasping, the machine whirs and I'm left feeling like I'm using a vibrator at the dining table.
Foot rubs
Top five
Each year, when I remember, it's interesting to share the top posts on this blog
- Everything exists in history
- Asleep at the handlebar
- Night At The Museum
- Fore(gone)sight
- Gentle Sentinel
These results reflect the popular additions during the year and I acknowledge that some older material might have had more visitors than current preoccupations.
Admittedly, it doesn't look like I compiled a top five here since 2016, but maybe I should blog more?
Holiday break
In popular music the notion of a break is an improvised section or percussion feature
So the idea of a holiday break being a drum interlude is cool
I also like the approach of taking a break during the holiday, as in withdrawing from regular activities to focus on more intimate ones.
The break that I'm improvising over here is, of course the most-sampled song in electronic music: the Amen break by The Winstons.
This cornerstone of contemporary music features a snare drum performance by Gregory C. Coleman which has become a defining feature of genres like jungle or drum and bass.It really is remarkable that such a potent piece of art did not get the recognition it deserves, yet has influenced so much and appeared so broadly through interpretation and transformation.
In this way I'd like to celebrate the end of the year with a break of my own and wish everyone a good one.
Community recognition statement
Today I ventured into the Soldiers Club to be formally recognised by the local member.
It was surprising to be remembered for a project from four years ago, but really excellent to be bignoted to parliament and quoted in Hansard.
Auslander
The class was drawing robots
Meanwhile, I was thinking about the Labor Government backing out of their deal with the Greens to do more to protect Australia's environment.
Man bites dog
This was unexpected
I was looking at the shelves in the library of the school where I'm working and couldn't believe they had Man Bites Dog.Then I saw it was released by Moog!
It's like the wildest idea for a crossover, an influential and very adult movie from the '90s with one of the big synthesiser brands.
But, it's not.
This seems to be a game for kids.
Darkness
damp smell
a hum in the air
arrives from all directions
as reeds warble
we walk apart
along a gravel path
our footsteps breaking
into the swamp
among cumbungi
glimpses of water
families in feathers
the bird hide a misnomer
when ascended we are seen
a stage for a splashing applause
pelicans remain unmoved
unwilling to leave the sparse roosts
their heavy beaks return
to rest on folded wings
a humming intensifies
on a breeze cool with night
as dawn approaches
behind the Brobenah Hills
our hands touch
while passing binoculars
distances are overcome
glowing spoonbills stride the outskirts
swans effortless
sunrise passes
we return to our lives
Highly commended
Third time as runner-up in the Murrumbidgee Short Story Competition
Now online, see Music from the Age of the Internal Combustion Engine by Jason Richardson — Western Riverina ArtsGradations with u
Normally I hate graduations and have skipped them whenever I can
There's long been a sense for me that they're fake and, while wanting to be well-meaning, they offer empty platitudes with small slices of bland sandwiches after a flavourless ceremony.
Maybe that speaks more to my own experience, as it probably began when I spoke as Chair of the School Board at my graduation and then went on unemployment benefits for four years rather than finding a world of opportunity.
Then, four years after finally accessing the financial support to study, I refused to wear a gown to my uni graduation and found that lots of people told me that I looked better for dressing differently.
It was an experience that might have hardened my aloofness and desire to be distinct from whatever everyone else was doing, which honestly mightn't have worked out so well in the long run.
I've changed careers a handful of times and it feels like that restlessness has been speeding up.
If there's one thing that's kept a sense of regularity since I stopped owning a dog, it has been being a parent.
This role has provided so many opportunities to revisit those difficult memories of being a child and find a new perspective that's sympathetic toward my own parents.
Therapy would have been cheaper and now I wonder if my own children will begrudge me for moments of selfishness or recognise the struggle to keep sane as obligations multiply and come into conflict with our lives together?
Anyway, today I went to my child's graduation ceremony and came away with a very different experience.
My daughter wasn't the first of my kids to finish high school, so I didn't have the shock of wondering why her class was so small.
At our regional high school it seems more than half the class will leave at the end of Year 10 to find jobs, apprenticeships or maybe they move away for opportunities in a city.
My daughter didn't get singled out for achievements, although academically she is as capable as her older brother, who was awarded cash prizes at previous ceremonies that I'd been dragged along to watch.The Principal spoke predictably about how this class of students arrived five years earlier as children and were now leaving as young adults.
Ha, I thought, what a world they’ve got to find their way through.
Then she recognised that something significant happened in Year Eight, when everyone had been forced to learn how to study online.
There was a worldwide pandemic that saw the stocks of Zoom rise and gave me a firsthand observation of how differently my children approached their studies.
My oldest child struggled without the face-to-face opportunities to be assured he understood the expectations of an assessment.
My youngest seemed to get everything finished within an hour and spent the rest of the day in Minecraft.
My daughter, a middle child, was often so quiet as to be unnoticed.
She would retreat to her bedroom and I began to recognise her resourcefulness, as she never asked for assistance and clearly had observed that Google had all the answers.
When I enquired about assessments she showed me how a group of friends negotiated in a messaging application to divide the workload.
I saw this chat group was named "Boomer remover" and callously admired the dark humour as the casualties began to rise.
Now at her graduation, I listened to people occasionally coughing around me and wondered if I was going to catch COVID again.
Many don’t acknowledge the pandemic continues.
My reflections were disrupted by movement on the stage as the speeches that blah-ed in the background came to lull.
A couple were moving with long hair that looked like something from a time before I had hair of my own.
A young man with a mullet, then a young woman took to the podium with flat long flowing centre-parted hair, that's the style of the day again it seems.
Young Mullet recounted how they'd been told they were the worst Year Seven in 25 years, while Centre-Part spoke about how they had been able to observe changes in their year advisor as he found love and got married.
There was a weird sense that something shifted in me, as I realised the kids had been watching as the world stopped and was restarted.
They had likely also wondered if anyone knew what they were doing while a defining moment in our lives entered every house and then was swept aside by the rush to resume regular life.
Often it seems a dissonance to hear people minimising the risk of lifelong debilitation with a phrase like "spicy cough" so their aspirations can fly again to holiday in unimaginative destinations.
And it occurred to me that this is the way of things, like seasons changing, inevitably cycling through changes that feel like gentle progress while really remaining on the spot like pedalling on an exercise bike.
My cynicism concluded that classes keep graduating and people keep standing behind podiums telling people there is something to look forward to.
Then the most unlikely thing happened, the graduating class danced out of the auditorium.
I don't know when choreographed dancing at graduations became a thing and I suspect I might have seen it at a previous ceremony and thought it was naff.
However, today I looked into 41 joyful faces and didn't see a single cynical outsider pretending to go through the moves.
It was remarkable that a group could agree on music, let alone the steps to go with it.
The graduation program listed names of students that I'd been hearing since my daughter joined kindergarten and, as I looked around, the parents' faces I'd known from attending assemblies all looked older.
That's one thing that's different from my schooling, I went to five different schools and my daughter has only known two.
I wondered if this little community in the Riverina had provided something more than being little.
We walked outside into the sunshine to find the students talking excitedly in small groups.
People posed for photos and I had the strangest sensation of excitement for the possibilities these young people have waiting for them.
So much is changing and there have been challenges, yet the kids have grown up and I realised that I had too.
My own relationship with schools is about to be approached from a new angle, as I prepare to enter classrooms as a teacher.
As I reflect on how much I've resented sitting through school assemblies and speeches for decades now, it comes as a shock to realise that I will have opportunities to be that blahing voice at the podium after I graduate.
I hope to have the same enthusiasm and excitement that I have seen on the faces of students.
Maybe I will know that mask-like smile that I see teachers wear during public events at schools.
Or perhaps I should recognise the times have changed and learn to dance?
Time really does move in circles, lapping seasons and ticking over years.
Each revolution brings a new perspective on the next.
I just need to keep learning new moves to stay relevant.
That look
I was hanging washing on the line this afternoon
The sparrows in the yard sounded agitated, then I saw this one caught on a branch.
Looking over them and it reminds me of Howard Arkley's Nick Cave painting in the National Portrait Gallery.
The way everything is soft except the light reflected in the eye.
It is dizzying to stand too close to Arkley's work.
If you let it fill your outlook, one's eyes try to reconcile the depth of field.Something about that uneasiness always seemed poignant while remembering Arkley died from an overdose as his career was taking off.
Just as it now was unsettling to watch the sparrow spinning around trying to take flight.
Don't let your dreams give up on you
Although, now that I think about it, Kleon has a book called Steal Like An Artist so he's probably on brand and practicing what he preaches!
Overcoming distance education hurdles
Earlier this year I got a scholarship to train as a school teacher
It's been fun to go back to uni, although I am conscious the attrition rate for distance education is higher than that for students studying education -- so the challenges must multiply!
One of my assessments for uni this semester is the aptly-named "hurdle" worth 0% that involves sitting the LANTITE test required of teachers to demonstrate literacy and numeracy.
This test uses a remote proctoring service based in the USA for regional students and was posing problems for my laptop's RAM and home broadband.
(I had resisted previously because I don't need their other services and who wants to be associated with an acronym that sounds like cuck?)
So it was disappointing to discover their broadband connection in Leeton was worse than the one I have at home.Australian internet often leaves a lot to be desired and service providers have been criticised for promoting speeds that don't reflect the bandwidth available to users during peak times.
Anyway, I think I've found a solution for my final LANTITE attempt today for 2024.
I reduced the screen resolution from 1920 pixels to 720 and now the proctoring service's test says I could host four students on my connection!
Now I'm wondering if I should offer my caravan as a study centre?
Halloween exam
Amused by this requirement while I attempting to log into the LANTITE exam on Halloween
Or perhaps they're going to check my Origami skills?
It seems weird that I can have two sheets of paper but nothing for making a mark!
Where did the bands go?
Rick Beato raises an interesting observation here about how few contemporary bands appear in the charts
I think one of the things he misses is that pretty much all of recorded music is available online. In the past albums would go out of print, unless they were really popular.
The other thing is that contemporary music is so much more competitive, with that many more artists and they don't get the budgets and experience available to previous generations.
(Part of me is amazed at the older stuff that my kids listen to, but another part of me ponders those two points above.)
Another factor influencing their ongoing success might be that by the 1990s many bands had stopped touring material before recording it, which means they wrote and recorded songs without performing them for audiences and missed having that opportunity to fine-tune structures or develop material beyond to be more memorable.
And, yet another idea, the demise of bands fits within a broader trend identified in Bowling Alone: The Collapse and Revival of American Community, a nonfiction book by Robert D. Putnam published in the year 2000. (After all, Regurgitator sang that "Music is sport!")
Peed off
Sometimes I wonder why I always need to wee, then I remember that I use questions like this one as a prompt to make a cuppa
There really are too many questions in a day, I think.
Recently I read that teachers make an average of 1500 decisions each day and I know that for me this will be mostly deciding not to drink cuppas since I can't wee during classes.
Dear artists
Creative expression is part of my weeks, though not as daily as it used to be
And playing drums or dancing for 10 minutes is a mood-changer.
Collaborations
Music has always been the key requirement for membership of an online colony, along with English for me
The earliest was the Ninja Tune forum that introduced so many remixing techniques, which continues in the Shinobi Cuts Remix Chain albums.
In the last month I've had a couple of collaborations with my online communities, particularly the Disquiet Junto. The prompt to compose with a 29/16 time signature arose from a conversation with Oscar about the Mother 3 video game.
That led to two tracks and the second became a soundtrack for a walk-through the Marea Bright exhibition at the Museum of the Riverina.
Naviar Records shared my senryu this week and it led me to filter the noise from a South Coast video.
















































