2:49pm and I’m facing the sun on Christmas Eve drinking beer
and picking my nose. I blame the dry air for that. The sun is
exciting on my face. Edward Abbey’s Desert Solitaire is a choice choice out here in the desert.
Behind me two exciting girls traverse boulder problems.
Josh Treee is brilliant and warm. Sometimes disruptively windy.
I am in a tee shirt for some part. Coyotes come onto our site following a
covey of quail who have waddled up. Me and kitchens take a long walk with his coonhound Waylon — who bolts into the scrubby wash
after a hare. Alas, he comes back and we are able to enjoy some vintage wine Kitchens
brought. If the coyotes had gotten his dog I doubt that we would have
maintained the jovial mood.
I am eager for contrasting climes. Australia beckons.
Good flight, still airborne. Virgin flight hostesses show the
kind of professionalism and courtesy necessary in these times. The food on Virgin is
among the worst I ever tast and the movie selection is horrible, but I sleep
a lot and I have a very good seat. In lieu of The Fatal Shore, which I leave in
Chase's van, I watch Kath and Kim movie on the flight. Unwatchable. Meanwhile, the book I am reading
is horribly yoked together by the prurient mind of what seems to me a 16
year-old dickhead fool. He teaches at Boston University. Shame because he’s
documenting a fruitful time in Key West’s history, but utterly tainting it with
crude anecdotes of McGuane’s sexual exploits. The book is written by a man who
plainly can’t right (sic) and mistakes a tumbler for a pint glass.
After having arrived in Melbs..
Hope David and Mia don’t mind that I ate the almonds that
were sitting next to the guest bed, they will be unable to retaliate once I am
back in Flagstaff. It’s a race against time essentially. Lay in bed thinking of
a variation on the band Crime and the City Solution after I see they have
reformed and are playing shows according to the local street press. Clams and
the solution to crime. Not too bad I fell asleep thinking but now I am not too
sure. Take a walk in the park with David and Mia. Take my jacket off and sit in
an abandoned blue chair. Drape the jacket over the armrest and David takes my
photo. Getting up I see a used condom on the ground by my foot and notify him. David says it must have fell out of my pocket. I laugh. The end.
Leave my St John’s at Mia and Dave’s, so I'm hoping that
Edward Abbey's Desert Solitaire will keep my mind from being infiltrated by the
hounds of bad juju. Abbey is an amazing philosopher of life in the red desert
country. A calm influence.
Day after Toby and suze’s bbq I am journaling out in the sunny
courtyard when a man named Toby comes up behind me and dictates. “The sun was beating down
on my neck as I wrote. A gentleman with a hangover walked in and sat down
beside me.”
Consume bloody marys and then go and have pancakes with
paul Phillipson before he goes to shoot a wedding in country Victoria. Paul’s
good. He’s moving to England in April. I told him about my latest idea
regarding teaching in Prague and he tells me about the level of hospitality
there.
Two days in Loch sport is grand. Beach, good company, dance
tunes and tequila and kangaroo visitations. Here's a bottle of vodka I left at Kyle and James' 4 years ago. We had to drink it.
One more trip to the city to see the Jeff Walls exhibition and drink pitchers
of cocktails on astro turf, served by barmaids in exquisite Seventies tennis
whites who play sparks records, or at least they should. Discuss one of my favorite photos and how I got a new reading from it. Two girls in front of a window in an apartment
overlooking the Vancouver harbor on a bleak day. The woman standing has something on her
mind but she won’t be able to have it out with
the woman on the couch reading a magazine because the magazine is clearly more important.We have all been in this position. It's a great photo with good tension, but really my fav photo is the one of the guy trying to polish his shoes.
Wow, the good times move so fast that I often feel that I don’t
have a moment to reflect on the good times that I am having, but times are
indeed good, I can confidently say. I have been away long enough that the
numbers on a calendar have no meaning for me. I know it is 2013, but I keep
forgetting that new year has passed, which is a shame because it was actually
one of the more memorable ones.
Lay in bed on my last day in Melbourne. As the temperature rises,
so does my page count of Desert Solitaire. It’s one of the great books. I feel
a greater connectedness to the world reading E Abbey. Less likely to
internalize my feelings – he is all about externalizing, we should complement
the earth, use it, harmonize, the reverse is unease, anxiety. I bike in to see
Cat who opened a new shop on High Street across town. I actually pass by Jesse
and carla’s and make a mental note to pop back in if I have more time. Cat’s
such a sweetie, she doesn’t mind that I am all sweaty, or at least she says she
didn’t. May have stunk too. Chaser’s lavender deodorant is not as effective as
I would like it to be.
Cat tells me craigie follicles moved to Thailand. I miss him.
Cat’s well, engaged and literally has a bird on her shoulder named Milton.
Even though I don’t have time (ha!), I pop into see Jesse
because I love him. He was in his underwear babysitting his daughter. We
listened to Italian prog in the dark with the cricket on mute.
Francesca and Tom’s party is the dreamy stuff of legend.
Rousing renditions, what I hope my funeral might one day be like. New Estate
play unplugged it is excellent. Toby sings a Tom Petty song — Shane Falling (“he’s
a good boy loves his momma, loves America and coburg too. I grin widely the
whole time. It is a hot day (42 celsius). Stay up all night to catch a 6am
flight.
A stroll up buzzing Enmore Rd is a good two hour buzz and
culminates in a pad thai lunch. The asian food selection here is remarkable and
the pad thai I have truly rocks. I return to the flat and snooze and wake up
hot and make an iced coffee, the fuel I need to compose these words. Bel arrives
eager to see me. She says things that I can relate to such as “It was how I
always imagined my life as a woman.” We eat a delicious mango salad at the
Vietnamese restaurant from next door.
Gee, art museums are so pretty
Bel and I have a glorious time in the heat imagining
ourselves getting up to no good in Mexico with kris Kristofferson and Dennis Hopper and seeing
Francis Bacon at the museum. Sydney has never felt more exotic and well, hot. The
entire continent at one point reaches the hottest temperature ever.
Bel discusses whether I will be able to take the delectation
of Rocky Road that she will make because she has leftover ingredients to make
it however she just wants to be sure that Virgin Air will allow it. She’s a
good egg, that bel. Postscript she never did make it. Hahaha.
