(a) I took a photograph of an elderly woman at a train station. She didn't see me take it, I was on the train, but her legs were grossly swollen and cracked and yellow and bleeding. I took the photo so I could ask my sister, a nurse-in-training, what was wrong with her legs. Looking at it full screen the picture is melancholy and beautiful; she's calmly having her coffee while her flesh decomposes on her living bones. This is...

(b) Very pretentious but Christ on a bicycle I ain't got nothing on some of those kids. I had a lovely time there in general but I'm still sour and broken out from many hours of travel, :. cranky to the power of 11. Tomorrow I'll write a big long post about the wonderful workshops I went to and the lovely people I met but right now all I can think is...

(c) Hippies are horrible and spoken word artists have displaced DJs as the lowest form of life, in my opinion. I say this only because...

(d) Student media people are driven, creative and inspirational. I bow down to anyone who can get a publication off the ground.

(e) My travel plans to go to one of Shauny's much-anticipated weddings, ie, buy a ticket to Bathurst once I get to Newcastle, fell through wretchedly, classing me as a grade A turd. Earlier this week the Countrylink lady said the train to Bathurst was booked out, but I could catch another train to Arsecrack NSW, then a bus to Nutsack NSW, then a rickshaw to Ingrown Hair NSW, followed by a camel ride to Cowra. I would also end up in Cowra much too late, so I thought 'nuts to you, lady' and went on my merry way anyway. She was right. Who knew trains could be booked out? I sheepishly call Monkey, my contact with the olde Canberra blogger crew, who levels me by telling me I shouldn't apologise to her but to my friend who I haven't seen in years.

I still can't quite get the smell of 'flaky shit' off. I might try Napisan.

(e) If you call an event a trashy dance party, and the trashiest music you can come up with is Joy Division and Peaches, and requests for 'Groove Is In The Heart' and Salt n' Pepa go unfulfilled, it is not, in fact, a trashy dance party.