Monthly Archives: November 2011

digital stories

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Sadly, I missed a heap of the things I’d have loved to go see for the Brizzy Bike Fest but – by all accounts it was amazing (okay, I ran into Erik’s wife at the pool and she said Erik said it seemed great at least). Big congrats to Josh for putting it on, and great work to everyone who participated. I have no idea why, but I never seemed to properly manage the Facebook “liking” which would have alerted me to the events. This was almost certainly user error.

In a bout of weather-based disloyalty, I went to the Metro Arts play Underground on Saturday night, which was astonishing and delightful. I’m so sorry Josh. But I had a Really Really Good Time at the Poker Cat. Promise. And one event is better than none.

What’s actually been taking some time is the digital storytelling course I’ve been on, most fun and most interesting and run with the nice folks at QUT.

So, because my brain is elsewhere (case in point, up at 4.30am not to ride but to make little cartoons… ) here’s a distracting digital story about Dan Angus from the lovely peeps at Biking Brisbane. Should keep you busy until next week when I’m back to blogging, right?

I do not so much empathise with the bike addict, but the bike addict’s partner.

 

 

Pumped up kicks

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If a picture tells a blah blah thousand words, please find attached here my 5000 word essay on how much fun was the poker cat, yeah Brizzy Bike Fest, woah, hot dog slam, eep I’m unfit, great to see so many girls riding and winning and grinning and nice Tigers and man that room smelled sweaty by the end of it and sweet it’s nice to go riding at night in the sweaty in the night.

www.brisbanebikefun.com anyone?

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heart of darkness

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I have never read Heart of Darkness, though I have been moving it from house to house to country to country for a time now. It’s a bit like Patrick White’s, Voss. Or doing my tax on time, or something else good for me. I just haven’t done it.

And in fact, I have more a Heart of Disco Ball at the moment. Because it is Summer Loving for me now. And I have had a rather inspiring weekend and feel like life is rather full up and exciting at the moment.

But it is true dinks hot out there in Brisbane.

No one can ever ride their bike in the day now.

That’s it. Day Time Riding is OVER. I practically set on fire walking just then to the book store to buy a Christmas magazine (I bought a goddamn Christmas magazine, I must have heat stroke, so I can make you a crafty bike book mark or some shit, like a t-shirt with an owl motif). It will be February before you see me on a bike again practically. This bodes very very poorly for this blog folks.

I see you are tearing your hair, rending your shirt, and worrying a great deal about what to do now that Day Time Riding is Over.

Do not worry. You will be just fine.

We can still be friends. I will still find things to bore you with on the internet. We have Bikey Face after all.

We will simply Ride At Night.

In fact, on Wednesday night, I would like very much if you would look like Tiffani Amber Thisesen (just keep listening, you’ll get there), and meet me at Flamingo Cafe – lane off Winn St, Valley. Because we are going to the Brizzy Bike Fest, for an 80s themed Night Rider + Poker Cat adventure. At this adventure we will wear 80s clothing and ride our bikes, there will be some loose organisation, there may even be a prize. All of this is largely ancillary to the fact that we will be Riding at Night in Novelty Clothing.

Are you Getting My Drift?

There is other shit going on for the festival, this I know, but this is the first shit that I want you to come to and the first shit I have even vaguely harassed you to get involved in. You do not having to be young, or riding a fixed gear bike, I am officially at Harvest Festival age as of this weekend and would like a bike with gears from strangers or friends and I just really really really need an excuse to ride my bike while wearing gold lurex, okay?

foster the people

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It ain’t new, but I still like it.

Night riding.

Yes ma’am. Take me.

You roll up, you don’t know if anyone is going to show, I mean, you invited them, and they said yes, but when you’re waiting, you just don’t know.

They show.

You talk, and no one quite knows where they want to go, they just want to go, and no one really wants to chose where, because we all want it to be good so we just kind of wait and see what everyone else says. Like far? Like fast?

Who cares, you just go in the end.

And it’s never as far as it could be. Nor as far. But it’s further than you’d have gone on your lazy pants own, and faster than you were thinking it would be when you were thinking, sweet, a little night riding.

The day was steaming hot and crazy.

But thankfully the evening breeze picked up and though you were pretty sweaty by the time you got to the bar, you didn’t feel like you were that sweaty at the time.

What you felt was how nice it was to chat with your friends, how annoying was that bus, isn’t the quiet of the streets amazing, where is everyone, isn’t Masterchef over yet?

Bring on the dark. Maybe on Friday you’ll want to be a Two Pot Screamer? (send me a message if you are). Then again, maybe on Wednesday next you’ll be in your 80s best and brightest, for a bit of Brizzy Bike Fest action?

Whatever you do. I think it’s nice to ride at night with some friends, new or old and gold. Just get good lights.