Saturday, October 31, 2015

" on and on I go...the seconds tick the time out..."

I can blame any low, any moodiness on the clash inside my brain that is October in Springtime.

I have hit the patch where I miss my husband - a lot.

There are some events coming up though that should make November go by quickly and in December he returns.

On to the positive-
I went to see a film on my birthday, at least films do not follow the madness that is 'daffodils blooming in time for Halloween', therefore my film was appropriately gothic.
More importantly, the film screened in this newer room at The State Cinema that I have never been in.  The feel of the room was a wine cellar in a Italian restaurant.  The seating was comprised of only small couches and I had a nice ledge for my sparkling wine.  So civilized.

I tried to do my interval 'fit in 6 minutes' training on the steep hill by the Boy Scout offices, but there were too many cars, so I decided to walk around the ever-improving dog park.  I had been inside the park, but this area below used to be a sort of...high risk of snake sighting, jump a gully, trample through the overgrown native grasses part of my walking route but now...
 The area has been tamed.

Meanwhile Spring continues with fits and starts, quite warm one day, and quite cold the next.  The lilac tree is just starting to show a promise of blooms, the magnolia tree is done, and the waratah looks amazing.


Sunday, October 11, 2015

"...and living at night isn't helping my complexion..."

I missed seeing this before daylight savings time happened, as usual my head forgets that here in October we 'spring forward' and I was caught completely by surprise. 

and yet...

I arrived in the last fifteen minutes of the display, on a cold night (just the day before we were having warm nights)- The colors cycle through not quickly but not really slowly either- I thought they might sort of fade one into another- but it was more like each color cycled through it's own intensity.
I was the only one there.
The pavilion by itself is really cool- the way the stone benches are arranged, and all the angles.
I will go out of my way to see something else there.
The artist responsible for this exhibit is James Turrell who was born in one of my favorite places- Pasadena, California.



Sunday, October 4, 2015

"...I have created a force field and I hope no one breaks it..."

Oh foolish girl, wasting time worrying in advance, only to find that all events went well...
This was my last week, Zok is here with F & W and the shows (except for Tasmania but more on that later) went better than expected.
I went to two and was impressed by how quickly and thoroughly the crowd was taken over- and by how well the band did this whether there were 200 or 20 (real numbers) in the room.

Meanwhile at the house there has been nothing happening except laughter, movies, reading, writing, talking and just plain good manners all around.
Color me impressed.

My illusions that Hobart has become a cultural hub or at least a town that is willing to take a chance and get out to shows has been shattered.
I suppose the MONA "effect" as the press dubs it (or maybe MONA itself) doesn't exactly cross over to all things international...
I thought we gave it a good go, there was a bit of radio play and promotion- postering and the like but all I heard was about how 'ahhh yeah well the grand final was on' and 'So cool you guys played here, no one ever does...'. I would only recommend international acts playing through a festival still.

Last day of a full house.
Then weeks of an empty one.
Such is the life.
Big things happening though... 

 In order to not say anything else negative about my adopted home (one of my) here is a photo of my shoes which I think were quite positive.