This week I had a dream that I could teleport to Toronto. I haven't heard many people speaking enthusiastically about Toronto but I have some friends who live there so I would really like to teleport there anyway. My friend Carly lives there. A few days ago I saw someone who looked a lot like Carly but then I realised that it could not possibly have been her because I think if she was coming here she would have let me know rather than just wander around Westfield looking at tights. I miss my friends. Yesterday my friend Anna asked me how I knew that Kanye did a weak live show and I said it was because I have some friends from North America who told me. I heard myself say it and it sounded a bit unfamiliar and strange so I wouldn't blame Anna if she didn't believe me. North America is like, really far away from here.
The three keywords for this entry came from Carly. I don't think they are really keywords. I think Carly just had these three things on her desk at the time she wrote to me. It makes me wonder what she was doing at the time. I figure she was working out the blocking for her cooking show. It's a bit of an underground production, heavily influenced by Dali, where the hosts are given a series of objects and encouraged to meditate without sleep until they have produced something that is either tasty or thought-provoking. It's a brave project but I hope Carly does well at it; I know I'll be tuning in.
This week we have been applying for houses in Melbourne and it's as difficult as I imagine it would be to make a delicious meatloaf out of sand and old barbies. There are some wonderful houses in the city but I think there are also some wonderful people applying for them. There are people applying to these places who don't spend all their free time tapping witticisms into their macbooks along with accompanying artistic mashups. I feel like we should maybe stop writing that on the applications. On the other hand, everyone needs a schtick, and if Gene Simmons can get a slot on prime-time TV sans makeup then I have hope that I will one day be able to lean out of the window of my renovated Carlton townhouse and order a soy cappucino by simply calling out to the cafe across the road.
As usual if you have keywords please email us on showmeyourswagger@gmail.com. Have a great Christmas and wherever you are, think of me at the family dining table, party hat on, doing what my sister would describe as 'getting my drink on' and tucking into a plate of purple mash and stuffing.
