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Monday, April 28th, 2008
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10:20p - in the cold cold night
The long weekend ended with at least three films watched, as many visits to art galleries and the consumption of one too many dumplings. It was a weekend of happy surprises, with the discovery of donut ice-cream at Cold Rock (which had just the right cinnamony sugary smell but sadly none of the warm soft/crunchiness that is real donut) and a girls night where the host promised face masks for all which we ended up ditching for a good ol cocaine trafficking movie (Blow rocked). My attempt to make fondue was short-lived with the chocolate being consumed straight from the pan, along with hedgehog slice, a fresh baked apple teacake and crab dip and crackers. No girl had shown up empty handed.
On Anzac day eve the boy said he was taking me to church after dinner, which I figured was the name of some new club night but literally turned out to be church. Anzac Day service, he’d said over dinner as I asked why why why? Followed by the cryptic suggestion that it was a surprise. It turned out to be Bill Viola’s video projection inside St Xavier’s church, an incredibly confronting experience definitely enhanced by the dark and suddenly rainy night. ‘Hey! I’ve read about this!’ I squealed as the ushers hustled us inside, ‘Quick! It’s just started’ they said in an exaggerated whisper, just like teachers used to do in the library. Despite all the fire and Biblical silhouettes I found it unexpectedly calming and slipped into a meditative type state, until I stumbled out of the church and back into the ushers who demanded to know what we thought. I actually couldn’t speak so made a series of incomprehensible noises and gestures whilst the boy speculated about exactly how the film had been technically made.
The next day we ventured past the art gallery in our travels and decided to catch the second part, which weren’t nearly as confronting than the ones we’d seen at the church. At times it wasn’t unlike sitting for one of those eye tests where the optometrist asks you every 2 seconds what you see. Ultimately we saw this underwater couple scene, which was very reminiscent of the Baz Luhurman’s Romeo and Juliet scene in the swimming pool. Only the colours were very twilight and amazing – that purple! But more than half the fun was watching people stumbling around in the pitch black (well our eyes had adjusted so clearly it wasn’t that dark) of the theatrette. Their motions were exaggerated, slow and unintentionally comical.
And then it was Monday, back to American Civil War and Post-Communism, gladly interrupted by my weekly lunchtime catch up with Nicky. Yay for weekly rituals! Caddie appeared as a special guest, recently returned from Korea-town where she had lived in the very same apartment Nicky and I did. We’ve all decided that we’re not ready for full time jobs, not ready to give up on the pipe dreams just yet. There was talk of making instruments, teaching music and having just seen Stranger than Fiction, I’m very taken by the idea of throwing it all in and opening up a small cake store. With a dangling cupcake sign, cos Maggie Gyllenhaal made it look so easy, lovely and fun.
Another assignment printed and stapled and yay it's time for bed.
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