rebecca

Last night I dreamt I watched Rebecca again.
Actually it was Sunday night, in the middle of a November heat wave, when the lounge was so hot the only thing to do was watch an old favourite.
(And what's not to like? Cinderella nervosa.)
A couple of days later, I savoured some of the chilling moments in matching climes, wearing a jumper.

Googling, I found my way to Self-Styled Siren, with a recent post on Joan Fontaine and Rebecca.

ben been

Last Saturday as I'm getting my hair cut, a woman rushes up and declares:
Ben Cousins is downstairs!!!!...
My hairdresser is (like totally) indifferent, and the woman retreats.
A pause before I ask:
Did she just say 'Ben Cousins is downstairs'?
- Yeah so what who cares he's a bogan.

- a line which inspires a Google poem

ben cousins
Compiled 11/19/2007 5:31:41 AM GMT

WITH the late-night behaviour
these days hey starro. spose, ur

Cousins drove through an underground
will arrive at AFL House in suit and

jetted into LA, where he was met by
in - From Consciousness Explained by

as What do you get when you cross
DRUG SCANDAL - In other news: grass

has bumped Britney Spears and Lindsay
team down at the cat bowl from a play

BEN Cousins will need AFL approval
was allegedly admitted to hospital

been forced to defend his wayward
is (your northern Have you heard

he was met by two attractive blonde
Cousins got picked up drunk outside

the football future of former West
grass is green, sky is blue – Post

haiku

poorly placed chew toy
above the old cabinet
lonely but not dead

protagonist gone
soft-singing baleful ballads
what did I do wrong

Javascript Haiku generator via Twists and Turns
 

up there

My sister acquired a pianola recently. Of all the rolls I could choose to play, from the old June Balloon Moonlight Foxtrots, all the thirties ballads I love, all the forties songs I know by heart, at that moment I had to choose Up There Cazaly.

And maybe youtube is the pianola of the neo-noughties, but when I saw Up There Cazaly was up there, I had to play it 10 times. I love this clip.




In 1979 this gesture did not mean this guy's on his mobile. This crowd is a mobile free zone.

And the football was better in 1979 of course, "in those days when going to the football was not like going to the cinema..." Brian Courtis (When footy players have to pause on the field to let the ads run on telly you know they've lost the plot) But also part of my strange nostalgia for this clip may be that I was at the grand final in 78, the one featured in the ad, and I'm watching my past zoom in and out with the balloons in the aerial shots of the MCG where I stood in the standing room section with my brother and sister and their friends and my first crush.

But I also love the blend of words and images, the unpretentious verite of the crowd, the heritage stanza of champions in slow black-and-white, the rise and fall of the music matching the choreography of marking, that by Billy Picken becomes quite beautiful.

".....Cazaly" can still make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up even after all these years. To say that it is outdated or old fashioned is missing the point. Football is about memories of winters past and ".....Cazaly" will always be a part of that for me, regardless of what some soulless bureaucrat might say. Posted by: Buck Buckaw of the real world 7:59am October 02, 2007 Readers' comments: Cazaly may be benched

critical

well if I were a single issue voter, a single issue that might swing my vote would probably be orangutans.
It's sad that the tragic and desperate plight of these gentle creatures has become lost in the gesturing and jesting of electioneering

We need to recognise the massive amount of suffering being inflicted on a species that is 97% genetically identical to humans. AOP

lolinate

LOLinator
via grow a brain


Update: so thiz is how I shoulda written this

post cup day

My punting was dictated by a bird, that woke me at 5:30 with the call: Purple Moon, Purple Moon.

Well that's what I heard. It was actually saying: Don't be an idiot. As if I'd know anything about horses.

know your

via Mefi and via the US (Northeast Film History), I was idly seeking some AU home movie sites, when I finally sampled some offerings at Australian Screen .

Once there though, it was hard to go past Know Your Melbourne c1945
 

gilbert

He hates teabags with a vengeance.

Gilbert O'Sullivan FAQ/ What is Gilbert's favourite drink?

fido friday

Have only just caught up with this classic Pan's People clip on PCL Linkdump.


See also: Pan Speak and The Top 5 most literal dance routines

cameo

In the tradition of Laura's Woods Ware Beryl (see footnote), I'm happy to report that my china Kontiki was seen guesting in Love My Way series 2.

Glad it turned up in such a kool milieu as Frankie's place, but I hope the retro boho chic trip doesn't go to its head, or it may never speak to me again.
 

the parakeets

Years ago, I had four pet parakeets. They enjoyed listening to the radio, and would occasionally chirp along with the music. However, when a Beatles song came on, they'd engage in flights of full-fledged, full-throated, frenzied singing.
I've often wondered why The Beatles had this effect on them, and how they were able to differentiate The Beatles from other artists.

User Comment, TNR What The Beatles Backlash is All About cached

chicken

Women outside the chicken house

(An off-cut, for dirty beloved, and his blogger's eye)

bib book

Bibliodyssey - the book

It is my privilege and pleasure to announce that a book based on the this humble website is now in release and available for purchase by the general public

five ride

So it's Ride to work Day and one's five year bloganniversaire.

Five Ride To Work Day.
Five Ride To Work Day.
Five Ride To Work Day

f!v3 r!d3 70 w0rk d4y
Five make for the scene
Five wait for a hit


Meanwhile one's audience numbers have been consolidating.
 

foot notes

Learnt recently at Trivia: The difference between a King and a Queen is a foot.

Also: Buy boots in the afternoon when the foot is at its biggest size
Lawnmower boots

fibremakers

qotd

Q I have been seeing this wonderful guy for seven months. I have fallen in love with him. He loves me, too, but there's one problem. Last month, I yelled out a man's name in an intimate moment - although I know no one of that name. The Sage

(I think it's more dumb than oops, but then, dumb might have been wiser)

thread

I'm closing this thread.


(Not really. I've always wanted to say that, along with: I've turned off the comments on this post, and I don't think I'll ever get the chance)

word smith

"you must never rest on your morals"