http://areiamus.net Every day is a new day. Fri, 02 May 2008 17:15:09 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en As a child, I attended group piano lessons with Forte on Saturday morning. I remember some aspects of them quite vividly, the layout of the building, the view through the windows of the classroom, its place in the week. I remember you younger childhood as cyclical blend of Friday fish ... http://areiamus.net/memories/weekends-at-forte/ From my post at Vimeo: I can make a few things really well. They turn out a little differently each time I cook them; whether that's due to variation in available ingredients, my mood, or something lent by the time and place in which I perform the act of creation, each ... http://areiamus.net/cuisine/tomatoes-and-light-jazz/ Received through student email today. I'm surprised they even have an all-students distribution list. Imagine sending off an email to Ally declaring how you've really liked her for quite a while now and maybe she'd like to go out for a drink sometime and realising, oh just one single heartbreaking ... http://areiamus.net/musings/email-distribution-lists/ When I catch the train later in the evening, which is any time after 6, I have a tendency to doze off. This seems to happen more often when I'm sitting in the aisle seat and the unfortunate window seat occupant must either: tap me awake, mutter 'excuse me', or ... http://areiamus.net/on-the-train/linguine-with-salmon/ This evening I was in one of the 97 male toilets that UQ St Lucia possesses, attempting to make myself respectable for the fascinating psychology lecture about to start. UQ toilets are wonderfully ancient horrors of porcelain and not-quite-stainless steel. Each one is different - some have movie-theatre troughs, some ... http://areiamus.net/musings/bathroom-mirrors/ I discovered Vienna Teng through a piece of hers called Gravity, featured as the soundtrack to a well-executed if slightly melodramatic AMV of The Place Promised in Our Early Days, a film created by the current rising star of Japanese animation, Makoto Shinkai. I listened to Gravity a number of ... http://areiamus.net/on-the-train/transcontinental/ Is there a more depressing sight in our world of 'haves', bounded in poverty by a trolley full of Home Brand, despair by missing the express train, and hardship by walking an extra block for coffee due to the length of the queue, than people waiting at a bus stop ... http://areiamus.net/homeward-scribblings/temporary-marquees/ "Almost none," was the reply. Smith looked amazed, almost too surprised to be angry. Almost. "Well why in the Hell not?" he demanded, raising his hand to slap the reticence from the man. The gesture had its intended effect: the wretch bent lower to the ground, speaking to the inexplicable paisley ... http://areiamus.net/weeaboo/smiths-cheese/ I transcribed the lyrics to a piece from Ally Kerr's weirdly-capitalised album, Calling Out to You: Ally Kerr - The Sore Feet Song I walked ten thousand miles, ten thousand miles to see you And every gasp of breath I grabbed it just to find you I climbed up every hill to get to ... http://areiamus.net/lyrics/ally-kerr-the-sore-feet-song/ Many things happened today. Straight sprints of highways, motorways, freeways, ever-throbbing with the sound of transit. Too fast to see the shredded tire, the lonely hubcap, a highway flower growing from the asphalt; too slow to make it for lunch, before the shops close, to keep an appointment. Coffee, wood, television. We ... http://areiamus.net/musings/buderim/