Aussie Rules football is the gridiron of Melbourne in terms of popularity. My first response witnessing the sport back in 2002 was, "Wait... they don't wear pads?" Outside of my job today there was some shoe company promotion thing happening which wasn't very exciting, but what was exciting was seeing players from the Collingwood Magpies wandering about. If you'd like to experiment with the popularity of Aussie Rules down under, try googling...
The Writers and I hit the town again tonight... We went to an art exhibition. We captured certain seconds in the click of a frame. We visited a rooftop beer garden with city views. We grinned at how beautiful life can be... One of the most critical thing for any artist, I believe, is taking moments to appreciate how lovely life is. Artists do this unconsciously I think. Our favorite things infuse the back of our minds and linger until they...
Easter works out to be a five day public holiday in Australia this year. It's a long story. Yesterday evening over whiskey, white wine, and pints of pear cider I consulted a favorite Writer - one of our soul tribe's finest - with great concern. My concern was expressed something like: "I can't fucking believe we have a five day weekend and I have NO plans! Seriously?" So you can imagine my glee when the response I received was, "Really? Oh thank...
What do you do when one of your favorite Queenslanders who has never seen snow and lives in a town where winter equals spring in most other parts of the world? Lock her in a box of ice and keep her warm with furry coats and shots of jagermeister, naturally. One of my favorite sisters is in town for a few days Blog Family. Last night we drank cocktails out of goblets made of ice, before smashing our cups into a pile of sparkly crystals. Then we...
Our cult family that has been following along since this time last year knows that St Patrick's Day has turned into a somewhat epic annual occurrence in the world of gretchen cello. Yesterday kicked off in an Irish pub with many pints of Guinness, a few of Kilkenny, and a couple glasses of Jameson. There was fiddling, there was dancing, there was loud cackling, and of course - the coveted free Guinness hat. After the Irish pub my mate and I...