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.

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'.

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.

Canal.

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.

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.

Neuro

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:

Seizure

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.