me me meme

While chewing, who better to consult on the subject of bodies and stuff than Mayhem? So, after chancing uponLucazoid's self-imposed challenge and Chris' Net neologisms, and still seeking flesh, I found that Mayhem had been pondering a topic related to change and the Net - having come up with a great question: "Just how viral is the bloggosphere in 2008?" In order to pursue this question Mayhem posted a meme - tagging six other bloggers in order to observe its spread - or stasis. Therefore, being one of Mayhem's (potential) contaminators, I've also posted the meme ....(see below).

Maybe you've been tagged too....?

Here are the meme rules:

• Post these here meme rules on your blog.
• Tell six quirky - yet boring and unspectacular - details about yourself.
• Tag six other folk to follow and post these rules.
• Go to each of the tagged folk's blogs and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.

Here are the six quirky - yet boring and unspectacular - details about me:

• I can wriggle my ears and dance my little toes out sideways and back without moving my other toes.
• Despite being good at dancing, my ears have no lobes.
• When I'm not hitting the fags too hard I can vocalise a note that sounds like a bicycle horn.
• I have flat feet and a double curvature of the spine.
• When I was ten and heard that my cat, Tabby, had died I fainted in my cereal bowl.
• When I was a kid, my father, a brick cleaner, would take my brother and I to the ballet and the opera.

Here are the six quirky and spectacular folk that I've (potentially) infected:

• I'm tagging Julie ...because I admire her grace and beauty.
• I'm tagging Chris ...because he's cool.
• I'm tagging Sonic Yootha ...because she's a hot BBox star.
• I'm tagging Simpleposie ...because she knows how to ask a good question.
• I'm tagging Her Royal Whoreness ...because her polemic bites me.
• I'm tagging Chuck ...because you should always remember the folk that rooted for you when you were just starting out.

comic life

try2 2008 SJ
digitally manipulated image

On the road again -
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again -
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends.
Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
And I can't wait to get on the road again.


On The Road Again - Willie Nelson
Nelson, Willie, 'On The Road Again', absolutelyrics.com, retrieved from, 19.10.08.

more concrete poetry

Pavement Prose [4], composite digital image with found text.
SJ [2007]

concrete poetry too

Pavement Prose [3], composite digital image with found text.
Skanky Jane [2007]

you never know what you can do until you try

cigarette box and bus ticket found at tram stop
SJ 2007

Promises Promises

nothing makes people go into debt like trying to keep up with people who already are

found cigarette box and bus ticket
SJ 2007

ACDC

finding myself here drinking from a well of sad old tears
a light breakfast is good for you

coming to the table and counting my losses early in the day
depression is a thief

looking at my choices and a circle of burnt black spots
smoking is bad for you

walking the concrete path and performing myself at the store
change needs a crack to step into

putting my hand in my pocket and weighing the small coins
guilt is a useless habit

hard rubbish

PHOTO: Prof. Kurt Stanislaw Jacobi [2007]

For the love of West Torrens hard rubbish collection days if this isn't performance art then we don't know what is.

Keeps folks entertained too. One bloke, bending and reaching out a hand to better inspect a yellow Tonka truck parked crookedly on a suburban verge, fairly jumped out of his skin when Skanky called out from across the street, "Careful or you'll end up like me!". The bending man, hesitating, gestured and half laughed something that said "No way not me!" and straightening, left the toy to walk on with his roll of chook wire in check.

Skanky's 'careful' possibly worried the bending and straightening man as much as her appearance did, or so we guess, because some people (oddly enough), think that rummaging around in other people's hard rubbish is akin to petty larceny. In fact the skank has twice been reprimanded because of her tendency to find good stuff. We think this kind of reuse is what Michel de Certeau would call a "ruse" or what the Zero Waste crew would call "doing the world a favour". Regardless, domestic possessions cast off to the tune of spring birdsong fill a skanks' wandering soul with joie d'vie.

A sedan pulled up in front of a particularly interesting mountain of expired necessity and a young man and woman stepped out from it and on to the warm bitumen. Approaching them so conspicuously laden gave Skanky premonitions of a snickering welcome. "Is this yours?" she inquired, gesturing toward the mountain and asking if it was ok to 'pick through'. The young man answered that it was ok, adding with a casual laugh that they had no use for it. Something with wheels suggested respite to the skanks' aching tenacity and covetous eye. Peering and then tugging at a rope attached to the object, she asked, "Did your Dad make this?"

"No", replied the young man,"my brother. He used it for his model aeroplane". Smiling, Skanky checked once more that it was ok to take it, and reassured, extracted a small custom made wooden cart from the family pile. Perfect!

With a large outdoor umbrella completing this, her last curb side 'purchase' for the morning, Skanky repacked. The small, wooden cart carried the padded footstool and the black attaché case (bound together by the dressing gown sash), plus the stack of plant pots and metal buckets. The lamps, the dressing gown and other small items, packed inside the brown suitcase, and the big umbrella and one corner of the brown suitcase, poked into the already stuffed old, yellow trolley. Duly organised, SJ managed the handlebars of her push-bike with one hand and both the yellow trolley handle, and the tow rope of the little wooden cart, with the other hand then resumed her drift.

Half a block later, veering right, the stack of plant pots and metal buckets slipped through the footstools' short legs announced Skanky's procession, following the curve of a broad grey corner, with a startling percussion. Across the road from the scene of this incidental din, the tram crossing and it's cyclone fenced, three point zig-zag loomed. Home now within shouting distance, the skank rescued her pots and buckets, settled them back in place and determined to manoeuvre, in turn, each of her three vehicles through each of the three turns and over the crossing. A family, composed of one woman, one man and one small child, sat at the tram shelter opposite waiting relaxedly for their ride to the Bay.

The yellow trolley went through first. Crossing the tram-line, Skanky leaned on its' handle, easing the wheels gently over each track with her foot. When she was three quarters of the way across the man left his seat and came to her aid. Seeming disconcerted, he spoke a few quick, uncertain directions and readjusted the brown suitcase on top of the yellow trolley. Skanky said "thanks, that was much better now", and reassuring him with several, bright smiling "I'm okays", saw him return to his family. Finally, the trolley, the bike, the small wooden cart and their cargo navigated the zig-zaging crossing and rails - intact. Walking a final stretch of familiar footpath toward home, a musk lorikeet, sailing a warm breeze, dipped and rose overhead, the green of its' back made brilliant in the sun.

Skanky got:

1 yellow trolley (to match SJs' yellow, plastic raincoat 'n' pants)
1 'budgie blue' indoor blind (fits that window perfectly!)
1 lamp on a stand (with two lights)
2 lamps of ghastly goodness
2 lamps on a clamp (reading in bed!)
1 custom made wooden trolley
2 curtain rods (for the small windows)
2 plastic pots for plants (with water wells!)
1 old enamel bucket (cute)
1 old style brown suitcase with key
1 padded footstool (for flat footed flaneuses)
1 large outdoor umbrella (to go with the outdoor set!)
2 brand new pairs of thongs
1 winter dressing gown (pure wool in tiptop nick!)
1 air purifier/ioniser (for the filthy habit)
1 old style soap saver
1 brand new (still in the packet) pair of white cotton socks
2 brand new men's hankies
3 brand new women's hankies
1 black attaché case with wheels and an extension handle
1 small green metal bucket with floral design
2 boxes of CD/DVD cases
4 unopened ink cartridges (for the printer)
1 old style wooden tray with stand (so Arty can eat his snags in bed!)
6 wooden drum sticks
1 acoustic guitar