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So the last day of September is nearly over. It’s been a strange month. It got off to a rather bad beginning with the serpent bag snatch. But soon things returned to their usual abnormal state.
There’s been quite a few Buy Nothing Days this month. Two were due to inviting the Dursleys over for dinner and others from simple lack of silver sickles.

But a few observations have been confirmed beyond all reasonable doubt. In the old days of Goblin servitude, one of the Izzie rituals was to visit a cafe on the bus route and use the 2 hour return ticket to get there and back. The Zoo is also on the same route and often got added to the agenda. That was one of the good things of a 7-1 shift. It sort of sucked having to get up so early for work but meant that there was still a whole afternoon available to do interesting things.

So I soon came to the conclusion that some munchies and the chance to catch up on the newspapers was quite a source of enjoyment and I could then slink off happily back to the Lair and potter around in the garden for the rest of the day. For some strange reason it seemed so much easier to get stuff done at the end of the day than reserving a morning off for lurking around the Lair and then going out for the rest of the day.

Then there’s the endless assortment of online courses which are still for free. The evening hours are devoted to those. So I soon came to the conclusion that this serpent is a simple creature at heart. No need to go far or wide on grand adventures. Just a few hours of sunshine, a coffee and the papers and a good book to read at bus stops and visits to Cyberia in the evening seemed to be the main ingredients for contentment.

So with this knowledge in mind, been lurking around the Lair more frequently and smelling the weeds. The 3 pecan trees planted back in May and June have finally unfurled their first buds. For the last month had been worried that two of them were duds but they have come to life in the last week. Since May I have planted 10 trees which must be a record. All of them now have new leaves. Of course keeping them alive over summer is the real trick. It can get as hot as hell here.

But the biggest and most beautiful event was the pumpkin moon on Monday. Did a practise run the day before at the most sacred site in the city. Even resorted to using a compass app in order to know the exact location of the bad moon rising. Still the critter sneaked past unnoticed as a ghostly blob that I noticed about 10 minutes after it came up. It was still 40 minutes before sunset so it was going to be a bit tricky to catch. Next day it would be 15 minutes after sunset so the odds were far more in the serpent’s favour.
For the first time ever managed to catch the top of the circle on the horizon. It was a bright shade of red which slowly turned to pink and then orange like a giant pumpkin.
The park was full of picnickers who were gasping and gawking at the unexpected gorgeousness except for the groups of Chinese folks who just like the Izzie had made it their mission to be there as it is by far the best spot in the city to spot full moon rises (between March and September anyway)

Some silly bimbo was rabbiting on about some magical Blood Moon which we will not see again until 2030 something. As far as a certain serpent has observed, just pick a moonrise between 15 and 40 minutes after sunset and you are likely to get an amazing kaleidoscope of colours. Earlier than that and it is a vague pale pink blob and later it comes up like a big fat yellow lump of cheddar. (Just consulted the Oracle of Google and apparently Blood Moon does not refer to the moon appearing in a dark shade of red but rather is something to do with groups of lunar eclipses and this one was the last of a set of 4 so she was right after all)

On a list of 3 things to be happy about over the last 30 days, that multicoloured moon is way at the top. Been full moon watching for more than 10 years now and this was one of the most beautiful ever.
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
So the last day of September is nearly over. It’s been a strange month. It got off to a rather bad beginning with the serpent bag snatch. But soon things returned to their usual abnormal state.
There’s been quite a few Buy Nothing Days this month. Two were due to inviting the Dursleys over for dinner and others from simple lack of silver sickles.

But a few observations have been confirmed beyond all reasonable doubt. In the old days of Goblin servitude, one of the Izzie rituals was to visit a cafe on the bus route and use the 2 hour return ticket to get there and back. The Zoo is also on the same route and often got added to the agenda. That was one of the good things of a 7-1 shift. It sort of sucked having to get up so early for work but meant that there was still a whole afternoon available to do interesting things.

So I soon came to the conclusion that some munchies and the chance to catch up on the newspapers was quite a source of enjoyment and I could then slink off happily back to the Lair and potter around in the garden for the rest of the day. For some strange reason it seemed so much easier to get stuff done at the end of the day than reserving a morning off for lurking around the Lair and then going out for the rest of the day.

Then there’s the endless assortment of online courses which are still for free. The evening hours are devoted to those. So I soon came to the conclusion that this serpent is a simple creature at heart. No need to go far or wide on grand adventures. Just a few hours of sunshine, a coffee and the papers and a good book to read at bus stops and visits to Cyberia in the evening seemed to be the main ingredients for contentment.

So with this knowledge in mind, been lurking around the Lair more frequently and smelling the weeds. The 3 pecan trees planted back in May and June have finally unfurled their first buds. For the last month had been worried that two of them were duds but they have come to life in the last week. Since May I have planted 10 trees which must be a record. All of them now have new leaves. Of course keeping them alive over summer is the real trick. It can get as hot as hell here.

But the biggest and most beautiful event was the pumpkin moon on Monday. Did a practise run the day before at the most sacred site in the city. Even resorted to using a compass app in order to know the exact location of the bad moon rising. Still the critter sneaked past unnoticed as a ghostly blob that I noticed about 10 minutes after it came up. It was still 40 minutes before sunset so it was going to be a bit tricky to catch. Next day it would be 15 minutes after sunset so the odds were far more in the serpent’s favour.
For the first time ever managed to catch the top of the circle on the horizon. It was a bright shade of red which slowly turned to pink and then orange like a giant pumpkin.
The park was full of picnickers who were gasping and gawking at the unexpected gorgeousness except for the groups of Chinese folks who just like the Izzie had made it their mission to be there as it is by far the best spot in the city to spot full moon rises (between March and September anyway)

Some silly bimbo was rabbiting on about some magical Blood Moon which we will not see again until 2030 something. As far as a certain serpent has observed, just pick a moonrise between 15 and 40 minutes after sunset and you are likely to get an amazing kaleidoscope of colours. Earlier than that and it is a vague pale pink blob and later it comes up like a big fat yellow lump of cheddar. (Just consulted the Oracle of Google and apparently Blood Moon does not refer to the moon appearing in a dark shade of red but rather is something to do with groups of lunar eclipses and this one was the last of a set of 4 so she was right after all)

On a list of 3 things to be happy about over the last 30 days, that multicoloured moon is way at the top. Been full moon watching for more than 10 years now and this was one of the most beautiful ever.
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It looks like the rain is here to stay. I can’t complain. It is winter after all and we need all the rain we can get in this bit of this wide brown land. But it did mean the odds were not in favour of watching a big fat full moon rising.

Bad Moon Rising )

Yesss. I thought that was all ancient history. It must be the full moon. It brings out all those memories of madness.
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (wicked witch)
It looks like the rain is here to stay. I can’t complain. It is winter after all and we need all the rain we can get in this bit of this wide brown land. But it did mean the odds were not in favour of watching a big fat full moon rising.

Bad Moon Rising )

Yesss. I thought that was all ancient history. It must be the full moon. It brings out all those memories of madness.
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It’s such a common theme that it’s barely worth mentioning anymore. Most of the great delights in life are random unexpected events while those much anticipated, plotted and planned for turn out to be big disappointments. It seems to be the very act of anticipation itself with its imagining of infinite wonderful possibilities that precipitates the unhappy ending.

Good Friday’s rising moon was a pretty pink thing. In spite of finding a place with a reasonable stretch of horizon facing east and knowing the exact time of the moon rising, I still managed to miss its slink above the horizon. Even with a binoculars I was not able to find it for a good twenty minutes. It was a pale pink blob and easily missed due to the presence of daylight. That was a bit of a disappointment not to catch it crossing the horizon since it’s been a very long time since that has happened. But there were other distractions such as a street filled with spooky fig trees and an old historical cemetery which compensated for such minor disappointments.

More moonish musings )
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
It’s such a common theme that it’s barely worth mentioning anymore. Most of the great delights in life are random unexpected events while those much anticipated, plotted and planned for turn out to be big disappointments. It seems to be the very act of anticipation itself with its imagining of infinite wonderful possibilities that precipitates the unhappy ending.

Good Friday’s rising moon was a pretty pink thing. In spite of finding a place with a reasonable stretch of horizon facing east and knowing the exact time of the moon rising, I still managed to miss its slink above the horizon. Even with a binoculars I was not able to find it for a good twenty minutes. It was a pale pink blob and easily missed due to the presence of daylight. That was a bit of a disappointment not to catch it crossing the horizon since it’s been a very long time since that has happened. But there were other distractions such as a street filled with spooky fig trees and an old historical cemetery which compensated for such minor disappointments.

More moonish musings )
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It was a crazy thing to do. Was having an inspirational evening at a cafe overlooking a gorgeous memorial park. First there was the obligatory peek in the daily paper followed by a catch up on the gossip in Nanoland. Then it was time for some proper plotting and planning. It was a gorgeous crisp and crunchy sunny day not at all stinking and steaming hot as is usual for this time of year.
So as the clock slowly approached 6pm I had to decide whether to lurk a little longer or to follow the original serpent agenda of catching a bus into the city and going to the jetty to watch the full moon rising. The lure of the moon tempted this lunatic serpent. Arrived at the jetty five minutes before moonrise at 7.11pm. There was a choice to be made. To return on the same bus ticket at no extra cost which meant catching the return bus at 7,25 meaning a pissy ten minutes of moon gazing or to wait an hour for the next bus and pay a second bus fare back to the Lair.
But this is November and along with the cost of a second ticket, waiting an hour for the next bus meant not getting back to the Lair until just before 9pm. Sixty minutes of precious writing time squandered on chasing moonbeams.

With 20/20 hindsight it would have been better not to bother with the celestial beasties and to make the most of the muses while they were visiting.
Tuesday was especially inspiring. After reaching the daily word count quota it was time to celebrate with a glass or two of red sitting outside in the garden gawking at the gorgeous ball of cheese in the sky.
Slinked out to sit in the green plastic chair only to discover that some one else had the very same plan. An absolutely adorable frog had got there first. It was sitting there seemingly staring at the moon. It was such a magical moment. The little critter was completely quiet. Not a squeak or a squawk to be heard. Here’s hoping it was a pobblebonk or a banjo frog. It was way too cute to be a creepy cane toad. Eventually it hopped onto the rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds before making a getaway into the sweet potato patch.
Having froggies in the garden is such a good omen and this was the second time ever that I have ever actually seen one. Years ago when I had the girls I spotted a little critter. They came over to look and carried on like it was the world cup final. The pair of them pecked the pretty little critter to death and Izzie still feels guilty so many moons later.

Word must have gotten around because the cute green creatures kept out of sight until Tuesday night.
Here’s hoping that their days of hiding are over along with their gorgeous distant relatives the big fat blue tongued skinks. One of these gorgeous critters was sunbathing on a rock in the serpent’s garden a few months ago. Spent hours just gawking at the gorgeousness of this adorable monster who had come honour Izzie with its presence.
I am such a sucker for creepy crawlies and interesting creatures.
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
It was a crazy thing to do. Was having an inspirational evening at a cafe overlooking a gorgeous memorial park. First there was the obligatory peek in the daily paper followed by a catch up on the gossip in Nanoland. Then it was time for some proper plotting and planning. It was a gorgeous crisp and crunchy sunny day not at all stinking and steaming hot as is usual for this time of year.
So as the clock slowly approached 6pm I had to decide whether to lurk a little longer or to follow the original serpent agenda of catching a bus into the city and going to the jetty to watch the full moon rising. The lure of the moon tempted this lunatic serpent. Arrived at the jetty five minutes before moonrise at 7.11pm. There was a choice to be made. To return on the same bus ticket at no extra cost which meant catching the return bus at 7,25 meaning a pissy ten minutes of moon gazing or to wait an hour for the next bus and pay a second bus fare back to the Lair.
But this is November and along with the cost of a second ticket, waiting an hour for the next bus meant not getting back to the Lair until just before 9pm. Sixty minutes of precious writing time squandered on chasing moonbeams.

With 20/20 hindsight it would have been better not to bother with the celestial beasties and to make the most of the muses while they were visiting.
Tuesday was especially inspiring. After reaching the daily word count quota it was time to celebrate with a glass or two of red sitting outside in the garden gawking at the gorgeous ball of cheese in the sky.
Slinked out to sit in the green plastic chair only to discover that some one else had the very same plan. An absolutely adorable frog had got there first. It was sitting there seemingly staring at the moon. It was such a magical moment. The little critter was completely quiet. Not a squeak or a squawk to be heard. Here’s hoping it was a pobblebonk or a banjo frog. It was way too cute to be a creepy cane toad. Eventually it hopped onto the rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds before making a getaway into the sweet potato patch.
Having froggies in the garden is such a good omen and this was the second time ever that I have ever actually seen one. Years ago when I had the girls I spotted a little critter. They came over to look and carried on like it was the world cup final. The pair of them pecked the pretty little critter to death and Izzie still feels guilty so many moons later.

Word must have gotten around because the cute green creatures kept out of sight until Tuesday night.
Here’s hoping that their days of hiding are over along with their gorgeous distant relatives the big fat blue tongued skinks. One of these gorgeous critters was sunbathing on a rock in the serpent’s garden a few months ago. Spent hours just gawking at the gorgeousness of this adorable monster who had come honour Izzie with its presence.
I am such a sucker for creepy crawlies and interesting creatures.
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It was such a crisp and crunchy wicked witchy day. Black Friday with a full moon tossed in was too good to be true. There was the temptation of following the usual route after work. Slinking off to a little park sitting in the sun while reading some juicy book before pottering off to a cafe opposite a very spooky house and hoping there would be some chance of catching the moon rising was the first option. The other was going into the city and up to Kings Park which provides by far the best uninterrupted view to the east. But the days are at their shortest this time of year in Oz and leaving at 4pm and being at the park by sunset at the latest is a bit of a rush on public transport and leaves little time for a pot or two of tea and the papers.

Figured that the spooky house was the less stressful option. It was wonderful meandering along the streets smelling the roses and enjoying the delicate light of the dying sun that is so rare in this part of the world. Also had brought along the perfect book for the occasion. Snaffled in a charity shop this week, it had the intriguing title “How to Rule the World from your Couch”. Always tempted by a power trip, especially a lazy one, just had to take a peek. It wasn’t a parody of some dictator or about politics at all but about developing the art of intuition or as Sybil Trelawney might call it “The Inner Eye”. The strange thing was that a quick glance through the pages contained few of the usual self help buzzwords, the dreaded mangling of so called quantum physics or any mention of believe and achieve or magical fairy dust of any kind.

The tone was more along the lines of starting each chapter with an exercise, doing that first before reading the chapter, recording one’s observations and then reading on. This was more like those ‘how to improve your brain power' books. Try it and if it works keep using it and if it doesn’t , find something else but do keep records of observations as that is the best way to test how well it works.

Now that is a straightforward simple approach that this somewhat skeptical serpent can relate to. For the price tag of two silver sickles, it would be crazy not to take a chance.

The wondrous weather has also been conducive to being in trance like magical states. Will be needing more of that as Camp Nano is around the corner and still no idea what the story is going to be about. Guess that will be a good topic for those exercises in the book.

Took a tiny detour on the way to the cafe and walked right by the back of the creepy spooky house. Also took some pictures of it from there. Next to it are two large vacant blocks of land with stuff dumped everywhere. There was even a well worn path down to the main road amongst all the tall grass and clover. There were some cats running about in the wilderness.



The papers said that the moon rise time was 17.40. So hopefully could catch at least a glimpse before catching the bus at 6pm. Still no trace of the tasty ball of cheese. But by quarter past six it was well and truly visible. Still golden yellow and very large indeed. Felt sort of sad to have missing it appearing over the horizon but then had the inspired idea of trying again next day in the city where there will be no last minute rush to get there. So with a bit of luck will get the best of both worlds. A spooky Friday 13th and a juicy moonrise with a proper picnic.
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
It was such a crisp and crunchy wicked witchy day. Black Friday with a full moon tossed in was too good to be true. There was the temptation of following the usual route after work. Slinking off to a little park sitting in the sun while reading some juicy book before pottering off to a cafe opposite a very spooky house and hoping there would be some chance of catching the moon rising was the first option. The other was going into the city and up to Kings Park which provides by far the best uninterrupted view to the east. But the days are at their shortest this time of year in Oz and leaving at 4pm and being at the park by sunset at the latest is a bit of a rush on public transport and leaves little time for a pot or two of tea and the papers.

Figured that the spooky house was the less stressful option. It was wonderful meandering along the streets smelling the roses and enjoying the delicate light of the dying sun that is so rare in this part of the world. Also had brought along the perfect book for the occasion. Snaffled in a charity shop this week, it had the intriguing title “How to Rule the World from your Couch”. Always tempted by a power trip, especially a lazy one, just had to take a peek. It wasn’t a parody of some dictator or about politics at all but about developing the art of intuition or as Sybil Trelawney might call it “The Inner Eye”. The strange thing was that a quick glance through the pages contained few of the usual self help buzzwords, the dreaded mangling of so called quantum physics or any mention of believe and achieve or magical fairy dust of any kind.

The tone was more along the lines of starting each chapter with an exercise, doing that first before reading the chapter, recording one’s observations and then reading on. This was more like those ‘how to improve your brain power' books. Try it and if it works keep using it and if it doesn’t , find something else but do keep records of observations as that is the best way to test how well it works.

Now that is a straightforward simple approach that this somewhat skeptical serpent can relate to. For the price tag of two silver sickles, it would be crazy not to take a chance.

The wondrous weather has also been conducive to being in trance like magical states. Will be needing more of that as Camp Nano is around the corner and still no idea what the story is going to be about. Guess that will be a good topic for those exercises in the book.

Took a tiny detour on the way to the cafe and walked right by the back of the creepy spooky house. Also took some pictures of it from there. Next to it are two large vacant blocks of land with stuff dumped everywhere. There was even a well worn path down to the main road amongst all the tall grass and clover. There were some cats running about in the wilderness.



The papers said that the moon rise time was 17.40. So hopefully could catch at least a glimpse before catching the bus at 6pm. Still no trace of the tasty ball of cheese. But by quarter past six it was well and truly visible. Still golden yellow and very large indeed. Felt sort of sad to have missing it appearing over the horizon but then had the inspired idea of trying again next day in the city where there will be no last minute rush to get there. So with a bit of luck will get the best of both worlds. A spooky Friday 13th and a juicy moonrise with a proper picnic.
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“We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T S Eliott

One of this quirky serpent’s favorite nocturnal activities includes slinking about in the moonlight. Watching the comings and goings of this gorgeous ball of light is also on the list of interesting things to do. After many years worked out which locations were the best for watching the full moon rising. There are not many easily accessible places in this city with an uninterrupted view to the eastern horizon.

It was also a most auspicious day. The very first full moon that the Izzie intentionally set about watching was also on a Wednesday 4th July. Way back in 2001. Did not know back then that the sun and moon are in opposition by definition at the time of the full moon. Was amazed and astonished to discover this bit of trivia. Especially when the location is on a hill near is a spooky historical graveyard. Felt sort of stupid for having been so completely unobservant during all those years.

Knew that sitting on the foreshore on the south side of the city would be no good as the moon rises to the south east at this time of year and would not be visible from there. In summer it is different. Then it peeks up from behind the buildings of the city skyline and is a most magical sight.

Moonbeams on the river )
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (broomstick)
“We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T S Eliott

One of this quirky serpent’s favorite nocturnal activities includes slinking about in the moonlight. Watching the comings and goings of this gorgeous ball of light is also on the list of interesting things to do. After many years worked out which locations were the best for watching the full moon rising. There are not many easily accessible places in this city with an uninterrupted view to the eastern horizon.

It was also a most auspicious day. The very first full moon that the Izzie intentionally set about watching was also on a Wednesday 4th July. Way back in 2001. Did not know back then that the sun and moon are in opposition by definition at the time of the full moon. Was amazed and astonished to discover this bit of trivia. Especially when the location is on a hill near is a spooky historical graveyard. Felt sort of stupid for having been so completely unobservant during all those years.

Knew that sitting on the foreshore on the south side of the city would be no good as the moon rises to the south east at this time of year and would not be visible from there. In summer it is different. Then it peeks up from behind the buildings of the city skyline and is a most magical sight.

Moonbeams on the river )
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Today was yet another one of those days that began with the grandest of intentions but soon gave way to the usual bad serpent habits. Was awake around 4.30 am and took advantage of the opportunity to listen to a repeat of yesterday’s “Life Matters’ radio program.
Auntie ABC’s awful origami makeover is a topic in itself but Izzie is most peeved at the assumption that most listeners have access to or are happy to use podcasts to catch up on programs they have missed out on.

One interview was with a woman who had written a book about her experiences with her autistic son. Could so so relate to the obsessions with numbers and patterns, the general dislike and confusion in the company of other humans but especially the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing.
Back to snoozing and the occasional radio program. The Adelaide Writers’ festival sounded fascinating and the interview with Kate Grenville was interesting. So many good books to read and so little time. Once again, there is something about being very specific to a particular place and time that makes a story universal. But the bit about 20 something drafts before she reached the final cut and polish was seriously daunting.
Did go out to sit in the sun and sniff around the garden at that time. Should have stayed up instead of slinking back to the serpent sack. Did not wake up until 12.30. So much for the grand plan of being on the 11.30 bus to town.
It was a perfect day for the beach and slinking amongst the sculptures but will be going there with an old friend tomorrow. We will probably get sizzled and pickled.
Went on a bit of a coffee crawl and picked up the new coffee trail brochure for the annual March food festival. Most important of all was to check the weather page for the time of moonrise.

There are not many places in Perth with an unobstructed view to the eastern horizon. Had three possibilities in mind and chose the jetty as being easiest to get to and from.
But before that was time to visit the last itsy bitsy remnant of the recently finished arts festival. There were three works by this Korean artist of kitsch and two had already gone. The last was at a city art college. This was the same place which had the wonderful exhibition of Japanese industrial design from televisions to the Sony walkman and all sorts of strange things in between

Colourful Kitsch and other craziness )
izmeina: (Crazy)
Today was yet another one of those days that began with the grandest of intentions but soon gave way to the usual bad serpent habits. Was awake around 4.30 am and took advantage of the opportunity to listen to a repeat of yesterday’s “Life Matters’ radio program.
Auntie ABC’s awful origami makeover is a topic in itself but Izzie is most peeved at the assumption that most listeners have access to or are happy to use podcasts to catch up on programs they have missed out on.

One interview was with a woman who had written a book about her experiences with her autistic son. Could so so relate to the obsessions with numbers and patterns, the general dislike and confusion in the company of other humans but especially the whole ‘sensory overload’ thing.
Back to snoozing and the occasional radio program. The Adelaide Writers’ festival sounded fascinating and the interview with Kate Grenville was interesting. So many good books to read and so little time. Once again, there is something about being very specific to a particular place and time that makes a story universal. But the bit about 20 something drafts before she reached the final cut and polish was seriously daunting.
Did go out to sit in the sun and sniff around the garden at that time. Should have stayed up instead of slinking back to the serpent sack. Did not wake up until 12.30. So much for the grand plan of being on the 11.30 bus to town.
It was a perfect day for the beach and slinking amongst the sculptures but will be going there with an old friend tomorrow. We will probably get sizzled and pickled.
Went on a bit of a coffee crawl and picked up the new coffee trail brochure for the annual March food festival. Most important of all was to check the weather page for the time of moonrise.

There are not many places in Perth with an unobstructed view to the eastern horizon. Had three possibilities in mind and chose the jetty as being easiest to get to and from.
But before that was time to visit the last itsy bitsy remnant of the recently finished arts festival. There were three works by this Korean artist of kitsch and two had already gone. The last was at a city art college. This was the same place which had the wonderful exhibition of Japanese industrial design from televisions to the Sony walkman and all sorts of strange things in between

Colourful Kitsch and other craziness )
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Such a procrastinating python is the Izzie. Slinked about in the serpent sack as the weather was too miserable to go to the markets. Anyway the new yuppie management have turned City Farm into a neat and tidy dreadfully Durlseyish soulless wasteland. There's no joy in visiting there any more. The lady who makes and sells the most gorgeous beeswax candles must think the same as she never seems to be there now either

Wednesday was a rainy day with intermittent bits of sunshine. Would have been tempted to curl up in the serpent sack after work but there was the minor matter of the public speaking group meeting at 5.30pm. Was rostered on to do an 8 minute speech on the topic of "The Sea"
Been rather uninspired lately and only thought the night before of telling the adventurous sea faring tale of the Plastiki. A few visits to the Oracle of Google was all that was needed to fill in the details.
There's lots of folks in that club who are assigned roles even bigger than doing 8 minute speeches - such as the chairperson or critic and they think nothing of simply just not turning up without even bothering to find a replacement. Hardly any wonder it is going down the gurgler. Although that seems to be the fate of many clubs and societies these days except the ones involved with sport

After coffees in the cute and cosy Cabin Fever cafe down a dark art deco mall in the city - it's the perfect place on a rainy miserable day, it was time to slink off to the meeting place at Silver City
Sat outside around 5ish looking over at the wasteland that is now City Farm but more importantly at the sunset and then eastwards peeking for a trace of the big fat juicy moon.
According to the daily paper it would be putting on a bit of a show that night or rather Thursday morning. Since the Astronomy Almanac is no longer being printed and did not have the brains to check in Cyberia had to rely on what was said in that paper. So this eclipse would be from around 4am to 6sm local time. But that's assuming the weather would be playing nice. Even in so called sunny Dursleyville there's been many occasions missing a lunar eclipse due to cloudy weather

So instead of setting the alarm clock, will just try wishful thinking to wake up on time. The strange thing was the first time getting up around 4ish there seemed to be nothing at all. Just after 5am had better luck. The moon was there in the west visible from another upstairs window but the bit that was not visible was more likely due to hiding behind clouds than being nibbled by the earth. It was only then it occurred to the serpent that the first peek was not real but had actually been in a dream. Most strange indeed.

The next day's plans included a visit to Memorial Hill to see the big fat creature rising just before 6pm. Problem was that it was still a bit cloudy and Memorial Hill while being one of the best viewing spots is not very good on the south east side.
When it comes to the western horizon here we are completely spoiled for choice but finding a spot to view the east with uninterrupted views to the horizon is a much trickier thing. Last month thought we had got the perfect spot but the moon managed to hide behind one of the four or five high rises on the horizon near the casino. Spotted the sneaky critter soon enough and it was still a gorgeous pinkish shade of red. But the dream of seeing the very first tip of the orb peeking out over the horizon remains as elusive as ever. Spotting it while only the first fifth has appeared above the horizon is the best we've ever gotten so far and that's some years back now.

In the end was much too tired to hang around and drag our bag lady stuff up there. Book binding is nearly as bad as scrapbooking from the point of view of supplies and stuff needed. So figured on trying the bus transfer station on the way back to the Lair which is located near the river.
Got there just before 6pm and could either hang around for 15 minutes or so until the critter appeared or just get the next bus back. Could see a couple of stars so knew it would not be behind any clouds this time.
But the silver critter still remained elusive and invisible. Did spot it eventually. Being the midwinter moon, it was much further south than usual and that's where all the best hiding places are.
Never mind - there's always Friday evening. It will still be fairly big. It rained so had to make do with drooling over the picture of the blood red orb in the paper and being told that the Wild West was one of the best viewing spots. Yeah right. Also turned out that it was a rather long eclipse starting around 3am
Next one will be 10th December which is a Saturday. It should most definitely not be raining then but the serpent most likely will be working unless the light show starts some time after 9pm.
izmeina: (oro)
Such a procrastinating python is the Izzie. Slinked about in the serpent sack as the weather was too miserable to go to the markets. Anyway the new yuppie management have turned City Farm into a neat and tidy dreadfully Durlseyish soulless wasteland. There's no joy in visiting there any more. The lady who makes and sells the most gorgeous beeswax candles must think the same as she never seems to be there now either

Wednesday was a rainy day with intermittent bits of sunshine. Would have been tempted to curl up in the serpent sack after work but there was the minor matter of the public speaking group meeting at 5.30pm. Was rostered on to do an 8 minute speech on the topic of "The Sea"
Been rather uninspired lately and only thought the night before of telling the adventurous sea faring tale of the Plastiki. A few visits to the Oracle of Google was all that was needed to fill in the details.
There's lots of folks in that club who are assigned roles even bigger than doing 8 minute speeches - such as the chairperson or critic and they think nothing of simply just not turning up without even bothering to find a replacement. Hardly any wonder it is going down the gurgler. Although that seems to be the fate of many clubs and societies these days except the ones involved with sport

After coffees in the cute and cosy Cabin Fever cafe down a dark art deco mall in the city - it's the perfect place on a rainy miserable day, it was time to slink off to the meeting place at Silver City
Sat outside around 5ish looking over at the wasteland that is now City Farm but more importantly at the sunset and then eastwards peeking for a trace of the big fat juicy moon.
According to the daily paper it would be putting on a bit of a show that night or rather Thursday morning. Since the Astronomy Almanac is no longer being printed and did not have the brains to check in Cyberia had to rely on what was said in that paper. So this eclipse would be from around 4am to 6sm local time. But that's assuming the weather would be playing nice. Even in so called sunny Dursleyville there's been many occasions missing a lunar eclipse due to cloudy weather

So instead of setting the alarm clock, will just try wishful thinking to wake up on time. The strange thing was the first time getting up around 4ish there seemed to be nothing at all. Just after 5am had better luck. The moon was there in the west visible from another upstairs window but the bit that was not visible was more likely due to hiding behind clouds than being nibbled by the earth. It was only then it occurred to the serpent that the first peek was not real but had actually been in a dream. Most strange indeed.

The next day's plans included a visit to Memorial Hill to see the big fat creature rising just before 6pm. Problem was that it was still a bit cloudy and Memorial Hill while being one of the best viewing spots is not very good on the south east side.
When it comes to the western horizon here we are completely spoiled for choice but finding a spot to view the east with uninterrupted views to the horizon is a much trickier thing. Last month thought we had got the perfect spot but the moon managed to hide behind one of the four or five high rises on the horizon near the casino. Spotted the sneaky critter soon enough and it was still a gorgeous pinkish shade of red. But the dream of seeing the very first tip of the orb peeking out over the horizon remains as elusive as ever. Spotting it while only the first fifth has appeared above the horizon is the best we've ever gotten so far and that's some years back now.

In the end was much too tired to hang around and drag our bag lady stuff up there. Book binding is nearly as bad as scrapbooking from the point of view of supplies and stuff needed. So figured on trying the bus transfer station on the way back to the Lair which is located near the river.
Got there just before 6pm and could either hang around for 15 minutes or so until the critter appeared or just get the next bus back. Could see a couple of stars so knew it would not be behind any clouds this time.
But the silver critter still remained elusive and invisible. Did spot it eventually. Being the midwinter moon, it was much further south than usual and that's where all the best hiding places are.
Never mind - there's always Friday evening. It will still be fairly big. It rained so had to make do with drooling over the picture of the blood red orb in the paper and being told that the Wild West was one of the best viewing spots. Yeah right. Also turned out that it was a rather long eclipse starting around 3am
Next one will be 10th December which is a Saturday. It should most definitely not be raining then but the serpent most likely will be working unless the light show starts some time after 9pm.
izmeina: (Default)
Izzie has finally offered her annual sacrifice to the evil greedy government goblins so can now have a guilt free lurk online.
Every year it is the same old ritual. This time is going to be different. Will do that nasty stinking tax return in July and get it out of the way. And every year it ends up getting done a week or so before the witching hour at midnight on October 31st

There is the minor matter of waiting for statements from managed funds that do not arrive in the serpent's owlery until August. But there's no excuse for not doing it then.
Yessss. It's scary how effective the threat of an externally imposed deadline can be. It's so so much easier to do stuff for other people's agendas because they'll squawk and squeal or threaten you with jail but to never set the same exacting expectations for one's own grand projects

And that's where the wickedly wonderful Nano November comes in. Getting others to impose deadlines for one's own pet projects works wonders.
Had been delaying that infernal tax return for ages and ages. Will just take a quick peek in Cyberia for 30 minutes and will then spend the next 60 attending to urgent goblin business. Yeah right. After a week or two at that game, was not going to buy it tonight. Just had to bite the bullet and do the deed.

But this morning was the last straw. Having set all the alarms to be up and about for this morning's public speaking group only to think "Bugger it" and then curl up again for another snooze was bad enough in itself. Would not have done that for work.
But to spend all that spare time snoozing all morning instead of biting the bullet and doing those taxes or at least some serious decluttering was really decadent beyond belief.
Instead of feeling refreshed and relaxed, felt annoyed at being such a lazy serpent, missing out on lots of interesting radio programs in that snooze time and having nothing to show for it either but also felt as tired and grumpy as ever.
But a whole day off is too precious to waste with more snoozing so up we got at midday, scrubbed the scales, sat in the garden and then got the bus at 13.30 to the city. After all, along with the taxes, the other big must do item was getting the train ticket for the annual lurk down south.

Had also intended to visit the geekish Scitech as their "Measure Island" show finishes at the end of this month. But was feeling so grumpy, frumpy, cranky and claustrophobic that it would have been a total waste of time and money.
The original plans of the day were to go to the public speaking group, then a coffee crawl followed by getting the ticket, going to the Scitech exhibition before finally watching the moonrise in Kings Park

The old eyes ain't what they used to be. Very good at guessing the approximate area where the moon will be when it peeks its little nose over the horizon but much worse at actually seeing it. Unless the sun has already set and it is reasonably dark - often do not see it until some 15 minutes after official rising time and often right exactly where it should be.
Same in the evening with the countless attempts to tick Aquarius and Pisces off the constellation list. There'll be a dark moon when down south this year so it will be the only chance to see that elusive pair.

Will be working tomorrow evening so will miss out on the official full moon. It's 30 minutes after sunset so should be much much easier to spot.
Counting the days now. Only five more till three weeks of holidays and lots of nano nuttiness

Ten days left to do all the serious plotting and planning. This year will be tricky due to the annual visit down south being all in November and adding an extra day. It was great for inspiration last time but will need more than that. Will need to clock up at least 10,000 words before leaving on November 4th or else it will be that much harder to catch up.
And squiggling on the eeny weeny netbook is an option of last resort.

So time to slink into the darkness until the next visit to Cyberia some time Monday evening
izmeina: (oro)
Izzie has finally offered her annual sacrifice to the evil greedy government goblins so can now have a guilt free lurk online.
Every year it is the same old ritual. This time is going to be different. Will do that nasty stinking tax return in July and get it out of the way. And every year it ends up getting done a week or so before the witching hour at midnight on October 31st

There is the minor matter of waiting for statements from managed funds that do not arrive in the serpent's owlery until August. But there's no excuse for not doing it then.
Yessss. It's scary how effective the threat of an externally imposed deadline can be. It's so so much easier to do stuff for other people's agendas because they'll squawk and squeal or threaten you with jail but to never set the same exacting expectations for one's own grand projects

And that's where the wickedly wonderful Nano November comes in. Getting others to impose deadlines for one's own pet projects works wonders.
Had been delaying that infernal tax return for ages and ages. Will just take a quick peek in Cyberia for 30 minutes and will then spend the next 60 attending to urgent goblin business. Yeah right. After a week or two at that game, was not going to buy it tonight. Just had to bite the bullet and do the deed.

But this morning was the last straw. Having set all the alarms to be up and about for this morning's public speaking group only to think "Bugger it" and then curl up again for another snooze was bad enough in itself. Would not have done that for work.
But to spend all that spare time snoozing all morning instead of biting the bullet and doing those taxes or at least some serious decluttering was really decadent beyond belief.
Instead of feeling refreshed and relaxed, felt annoyed at being such a lazy serpent, missing out on lots of interesting radio programs in that snooze time and having nothing to show for it either but also felt as tired and grumpy as ever.
But a whole day off is too precious to waste with more snoozing so up we got at midday, scrubbed the scales, sat in the garden and then got the bus at 13.30 to the city. After all, along with the taxes, the other big must do item was getting the train ticket for the annual lurk down south.

Had also intended to visit the geekish Scitech as their "Measure Island" show finishes at the end of this month. But was feeling so grumpy, frumpy, cranky and claustrophobic that it would have been a total waste of time and money.
The original plans of the day were to go to the public speaking group, then a coffee crawl followed by getting the ticket, going to the Scitech exhibition before finally watching the moonrise in Kings Park

The old eyes ain't what they used to be. Very good at guessing the approximate area where the moon will be when it peeks its little nose over the horizon but much worse at actually seeing it. Unless the sun has already set and it is reasonably dark - often do not see it until some 15 minutes after official rising time and often right exactly where it should be.
Same in the evening with the countless attempts to tick Aquarius and Pisces off the constellation list. There'll be a dark moon when down south this year so it will be the only chance to see that elusive pair.

Will be working tomorrow evening so will miss out on the official full moon. It's 30 minutes after sunset so should be much much easier to spot.
Counting the days now. Only five more till three weeks of holidays and lots of nano nuttiness

Ten days left to do all the serious plotting and planning. This year will be tricky due to the annual visit down south being all in November and adding an extra day. It was great for inspiration last time but will need more than that. Will need to clock up at least 10,000 words before leaving on November 4th or else it will be that much harder to catch up.
And squiggling on the eeny weeny netbook is an option of last resort.

So time to slink into the darkness until the next visit to Cyberia some time Monday evening
izmeina: (Default)
Strange day in Izzieland. For the first time in ages, finally got to see a proper bad moon rising.
Last month was cloudy and Izzie was also so zonked. Snoozed right past 5pm instead of slinking off to the city but the clouds were gathering so it didn't matter in the end

Today was different. A gorgeous crisp and crunchy day. With a bit of effort, after returning to the Lair from the day job at the toxic waste dump, scrubbed the scales and slinked on the bus at 2.40pm.
First stop was feasting at Delizioso - a pizza lovers paradise - especially after 3pm when it's 2 slices for the price of 1
Caught up with the gossip in the papers there before snatching a bottle and slinking up to Parliament House on the hill and the very spooky old astronomy tower with the spirally serpent ornamentation.
This is one of Izzie's sacred sites and places of inspiration. Listening to the radio about all the drama concerning Andrew Wilkie, The Mad Katter and the other independents holding the balance of power just added to the drama. Must post about it all later.

Just before 6pm started slinking off to Kings Park which is the best spot in the city for moon watching. It overlooks the city to the east with very little obstruction on the horizon and used to be a regular lurking ground for sunrises until the the faceless goblins changed the bus routes and this very special sacred site no longer became the last stop of the local bus. With sunrises, there's just no time for messing around with change overs. Such a pity because it used to be such a highlight of the winter months

Was drooling over the spirally ferns unfolding and remembering many moons ago about first becoming enchanted with such beautiful forms. Visited these very places that same day and the experience has remained indelibly etched in the old green cells
Everything was all so relaxed and wonderful until the neurotic instinct arose of checking the bus departure times to see if a trip back to the main road would be required or not. In the good old days, the park bus would have dropped Izzie off at the end of the street and the last one left at 11.30pm. But those days were well and truly over.

Noticed that there'd been some serious rearrangement of the park roads since the last visit. Went looking for the bus stop but it was no longer at its usual spot. Nasty cheap goblins never thought to put up a sign where the old bus stop used to be to say where the new one could be found.If not for a bus arriving would never have found it at all.
Turns out that the last one leaves at 6.38pm. With the moonrise at 6.33 no way was Izzie going to bother. But the fifteen frantic minutes of trying to find the stupid thing ruined the mood of the evening and by then it was 6.30
Due to the hills on the horizon, that would add a few minutes or so but still it seriously ruined the mood. Instead of being all relaxed and comfortable munching on a moonshine picnic. was rushing around like a headless chook and ended up never even opening the precious bottle brought for the occasion.
Did get to see the first golden sliver on the horizon along with a handful of Chinese tourists but was still somewhat agitated.
Why does Izzie lately always manage to stuff up such long awaited occasions with these annoying neurotic fits?
Last Thursday got totally ruined by such a thing - also involving bloody bus BS.

Will be spending lots of September lurking in Kings Park due to the annual wildflower festival but it was nice to get a head start. Maybe it would have been better to have gotten the bus straight there - would have saved all that frantic searching and would have had time to linger in the botanical gardens. But the Izzie had the urge to linger around that old observatory near the parliament - was there on Monday 15th September 2008 the day that Malcom Turnbull challenged Brendan Nelsen for the leadership of the Liberal party and Lehmann Brothers collapsed and the financial crisis truly went global.
Many many moons ago was there with the ma protesting against local labour laws which got defeated but eventually resurrected as the infamous Workchoices
So many magical memories

Will be returning to the same place for the September full moon and this time a bit more informed about the bus schedules so no excuse for being such a neurotic and silly serpent
izmeina: (oro)
Strange day in Izzieland. For the first time in ages, finally got to see a proper bad moon rising.
Last month was cloudy and Izzie was also so zonked. Snoozed right past 5pm instead of slinking off to the city but the clouds were gathering so it didn't matter in the end

Today was different. A gorgeous crisp and crunchy day. With a bit of effort, after returning to the Lair from the day job at the toxic waste dump, scrubbed the scales and slinked on the bus at 2.40pm.
First stop was feasting at Delizioso - a pizza lovers paradise - especially after 3pm when it's 2 slices for the price of 1
Caught up with the gossip in the papers there before snatching a bottle and slinking up to Parliament House on the hill and the very spooky old astronomy tower with the spirally serpent ornamentation.
This is one of Izzie's sacred sites and places of inspiration. Listening to the radio about all the drama concerning Andrew Wilkie, The Mad Katter and the other independents holding the balance of power just added to the drama. Must post about it all later.

Just before 6pm started slinking off to Kings Park which is the best spot in the city for moon watching. It overlooks the city to the east with very little obstruction on the horizon and used to be a regular lurking ground for sunrises until the the faceless goblins changed the bus routes and this very special sacred site no longer became the last stop of the local bus. With sunrises, there's just no time for messing around with change overs. Such a pity because it used to be such a highlight of the winter months

Was drooling over the spirally ferns unfolding and remembering many moons ago about first becoming enchanted with such beautiful forms. Visited these very places that same day and the experience has remained indelibly etched in the old green cells
Everything was all so relaxed and wonderful until the neurotic instinct arose of checking the bus departure times to see if a trip back to the main road would be required or not. In the good old days, the park bus would have dropped Izzie off at the end of the street and the last one left at 11.30pm. But those days were well and truly over.

Noticed that there'd been some serious rearrangement of the park roads since the last visit. Went looking for the bus stop but it was no longer at its usual spot. Nasty cheap goblins never thought to put up a sign where the old bus stop used to be to say where the new one could be found.If not for a bus arriving would never have found it at all.
Turns out that the last one leaves at 6.38pm. With the moonrise at 6.33 no way was Izzie going to bother. But the fifteen frantic minutes of trying to find the stupid thing ruined the mood of the evening and by then it was 6.30
Due to the hills on the horizon, that would add a few minutes or so but still it seriously ruined the mood. Instead of being all relaxed and comfortable munching on a moonshine picnic. was rushing around like a headless chook and ended up never even opening the precious bottle brought for the occasion.
Did get to see the first golden sliver on the horizon along with a handful of Chinese tourists but was still somewhat agitated.
Why does Izzie lately always manage to stuff up such long awaited occasions with these annoying neurotic fits?
Last Thursday got totally ruined by such a thing - also involving bloody bus BS.

Will be spending lots of September lurking in Kings Park due to the annual wildflower festival but it was nice to get a head start. Maybe it would have been better to have gotten the bus straight there - would have saved all that frantic searching and would have had time to linger in the botanical gardens. But the Izzie had the urge to linger around that old observatory near the parliament - was there on Monday 15th September 2008 the day that Malcom Turnbull challenged Brendan Nelsen for the leadership of the Liberal party and Lehmann Brothers collapsed and the financial crisis truly went global.
Many many moons ago was there with the ma protesting against local labour laws which got defeated but eventually resurrected as the infamous Workchoices
So many magical memories

Will be returning to the same place for the September full moon and this time a bit more informed about the bus schedules so no excuse for being such a neurotic and silly serpent

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