Baby's got the blues

From here

I'm feeling pretty flat at the moment. Work is balls, I'm over uni, my cute boy radar is sitting on 80%, Dappled Cities cancelled tomorrow night... Life is a bit sucky.

Maybe it's mid winter blues, maybe it's mid-thesis blues. I don't know. I need some fail safe home recipes to beat the blues, asap. Anyone have any?

xx

Get your zine on

Hey you guys!
Feeling sad that the long weekend is almost over? I know I am. Don't have a long weekend? That's balls. Well now you have something to look forward to, something to write in your diary and circle. Something to put into your iPhone as a reminder (does that exist on an iPhone? I don't have one). Something to tell your friends about so you appear hip and happening and maybe a little bit dangerous (not really, the only thing dangerous about paper is a paper cut. IN THE EYE! It happens).

Zine Fair! In Canberra! At CCAS! Come!

To my knowledge most of the stalls have been taken by eager zinesters, including (but not limited to) Sticky Institute all the way from Melbourne and local zine distro Little Beats. Which is great as that means CCAS will be overflowing with ziney goodness, so you should pop on by and check it out. I definitely will be (because I'll be helping out...but I would be there anyway! Promise).

The Queen's Birthday

Necklaces by Wiksten

Happy Friday, Millionaires! I hope those of you who reside in the eastern-states of Australia have all kinds of mangnificence planned for your long weekend. Inspired by some beautiful peices made by various crafty ladies, I plan to put my collection of broken jewelry and embroidery threads to smart use and make me some pretty laces for my neck. I also plan to shop for treasures at the second-hand clothes sale and St Ninian's church in Lyneham, see the Banksy movie at the National Gallery of Australia and make delicous gnocci. I live for long weekends...

By Sunken Treasure



By Kate Miss, For Me, For You

By Kate Miss, For Me, For You

Carlos D is dead to me

Dear Carlos D, dark prince, no... dark emperor of my heart.

You had me at moustache. Well actually, you had me before your facial hair revolution. I have loved you since Turn on the Bright Lights. Really. You were one of my many adolescent loves. But what are you now? You've left Interpol in pursuit of "better things" and "new goals".

Bah! Rubbish!

You're like Voldemort.

Oh, my words hurt you? You feel bad for how you've ripped my heart from my chest?

Don't give me that look boy. This is all your doing.
I used to love how you held your bass. Now it just kind of looks stupid.

Maybe it's true.Your face tells me this site could be right. Maybe you do have herpes. It's the price you have to pay for hedonism, prick.

Oh, I just found this out about you;

"While attending NYU in 1998, he was approached by guitarist Daniel Kessler after a class the two had enrolled in. Kessler had been looking for musicians to play with and assumed Dengler to be one based on the clothes he wore, a style Kessler described as "similar to the way he's dressed now." From here.

My heart just warmed a little.

Oh who am I kidding. I love you, your grey hound and your Tom Selleck mo'.

Here's the new Interpol single
MP3: Lights

Be mine?

The snuggliest season

Happy first day of winter, millionaires.

May the snuggliest season bring you carrot and coriander soup and apple crumble, woolly socks and moments by an open fire, hot spiced apple cider and hearty conversation, crisp walks and reflective days indoors, the glow of sweet scented candles and plenty of gratitude for warmth, shelter and good company.