Sunday, May 31, 2009

rest in peace girl, your death was such a shame

good week. worked mostly and it was really hard, i spilt someone's coffee on my new cardigan and burnt my leg but my boss just laughed at me anyway hahaha. i have NO IDEA what i'm going to wear to ghostface which is less than a month away and i'm SO EXCITED!!!! i'm going with hugh and elle haha she's a funny girl. hugh always makes fun of me for liking gil scott heron but it's okay because he said he's gonna buy me the seinfeld box set.

ive been saving so much money because i havent been going out at all, funny hey. mainly because my phonme ran out of credit and i can't call the people i know the numbers of. otherwise i totally would have gone out but probably shouldnt because im saving for ghostface and and the flyest pair of dunks and would probably run into a certain chai cino with half a teaspoon of honey and it would be so awkward. arrrrrrrgh it makes me so angry when i think about how he snubbed me.

i had a dream last night it was so weird. a girl i met once got me drunk and resculpted my face and i was so angry. it was heaps trippy.

anyway i'm going to go watch sixty minutes and eat gingernut biscuits.

bye lurkerz.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Giant Steps

Fifty years ago today, Tommy Flanagan, Paul Chambers, Art Taylor and John Coltrane recorded 'Giant Steps'. You can read about it on Jeffrey Spiegel's blog, Straight No Chaser.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Jack Simmons.

I had Jack Simmons (yes, THE Jack Simmons) fit me for a vest today.

Louis: I'd probably be after a small.
Jack: Alright. (Looks shelf up and down, then looks me up and down.) Jesus, you're a slightly built gentleman aren't you!
Louis: Umm...yes. A bit...on the skinny side, I suppose.
Jack: Bloody oath you are!

Menswear is tougher than it looks, kid.

On another note, Angels and Demons comes out this week, and those who know me will know that I have a soft spot for outrageous plotlines that revolve around conspiracy theories and ancient brotherhoods. Now I just have to find someone to go with me.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

A small selection of treasured cards.

This was an angel sent by Paris to watch over me during my HSC exams. Her name is Coco. I didn't do so well in the exams, but I got through them without any physical injuries.

A birthday card from Phoebe. Best one I ever got. Inside was a lovely lil' poem, too.

This a Valentine's day card with a cat on it.

Mondo is pretty good.

Thank you, Pete.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

PAARRTYING (way too hard) Part One.

Kitten at No.33.

Some months ago, Amy, Pete and I found a lost kitten trapped in a drain. Despite her real name being Missy, we ironically named her Houdini, after her poor escaping abilities. Manny wasn't as happy with her presence as we were, and made a point of letting us know. One night with Houdini in the house was all the excitement that we could bear, and we promptly returned her to her grateful keepers across the street.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Dave King (The Bad Plus) on Phil Collins.

A hilarious interview between Ethan Iverson and Dave King on DO THE MATH.

Louis' social interaction for the week: Bobby

I was returning some videos to Video Ezy, when Bobby jumps out at me, wearing a trucker hat with the brim turned upwards, brandishing the dvd case of 'Death Race', yelling "Have you seen Death Race?!"

Retaining my calm demeanour I said, "Death Race? No, I haven't seen Death Race." and I left.

That'll learn 'im.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Ellington, D. (1931)

The thing; whether it be simply a piece of music, or any activity of importance, with music being a metaphor for said activity, is of no real significance, if its rhythm, literal or otherwise, does not have the relentless forward motion or the historical and sociological significance of the feel decribed as 'swing'.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Last Day in the 'Dale.

My last day in Annandale, in pictures.

Lunch with John and Steph.

The herbs, feat. Manny and Star Wars cups.

Nick Franklin: audio engineer.

Not tough enough to be a gang.

The rare occasion that we chose Annandale Cellars over the Nandy.

Annandale: the dog community.

Elle, having a snooze.

Genry, having a longneck.

All in all, a great way to end my time in Annandale. You can catch more pictures, including the coverage of the crazy adventures of Henry's beanie, here.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I took some pictures in the canal one day (with some CRAZY setting on the camera that I wasn't completely aware of). Almost none turned out, but I have four here that did to some extent.

That silhouette is Amy. Just after the photo, we heard some voices:
Amy: Oh no, people are coming.
Louis: They're probably just some 12 year olds on their razor scooters.
Amy: I'm scared, Louis! Let's go.

And so we left the peaceful canals, followed by the 12 year olds on their razor scooters.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

A recount from a couple of months ago.

A child on the plane screamed her lungs out for most of the descent into Coffs Harbour. It was a lot to bear, the absolute pain and terror in her cries. She and her mother were sitting directly behind me, so I missed very little of the ordeal. Her mother (God love 'er) made vain attempts to control and console her.
"I need you to settle down." She said, but she would not settle, and her terrible screams persisted.
A few moments of solace were achieved while landing, either the crying had stopped or it was drowned out by the roar of the brakes.
About to disembark, I got up and saw the girl for the first time. She was tear-stained and red-faced, and talking coherently to her tired mother. She also looked and sounded like she was about seven, and all my sympathy flew out the window.
It returned when I overheard her mother talking to the woman across the aisle about her daughter. "Yeah, she doesn't deal well with flying, and she gets chronic nosebleeding as well."
A lil' smile grew on my face. After all, chronic nosebleeding is a subject close to my heart.

Thursday, March 5, 2009


Had my little trip to the neurologist today. He doubts epilepsy, but just to be safe, no driving for six months.

The d00d just flashed a torch in my eyes, and that's what he came up with.

Anyway, this is what the next six months in Coffs will be like:

Monday, March 2, 2009


On Saturday, I had a little trip to the hospital. After having my pupils examined repeatedly, then came the doctors and nurses whispering into each others ears: 'He's got long hair...he's probably on drugs...'. This of course was followed by a few repetitions of:

Hospital staff: Taken any drugs today?
Louis: No.
Hospital staff: (taken aback) No? What drugs have you taken recently?
Louis: I took some antihistamine last night?
Hospital staff: What kind?
Louis: Polaramine.
Hospital staff: Oh, thats alright. So, no stimulants? Cocaine, ecstasy, Ice?
Louis: No, just polaramine.
Hospital staff: Okay. (Disbelievingly writes on clipboard.)

You can catch the photographs and anecdotes from the day here.