In a nutshell, the weekend was a mix of sun, surf and sand, roundtables, panels and open mics, dreadlocks, zines and ink. There was KFC, burritos and chocolate freckles, arrowroot bikkies, yoghurt from a dishonest milk bar owner and an Italian vegie wrap. The highlight was probably the Media & Activism discussion (part of the Earthling Festival) followed closely by the Palimpsest reading. I also enjoyed our sessions of Scrabble and our Sunday night trek out to the lighthouse and beyond.
The lowlight was probably the Biodiversity debate (another Earthling session) and the Experimental Fiction roundtable, which was the first thing we went to. Funnily enough, at each of these lowlight sessions I fell in love with a Watson. James Watson, environmental god, and Daniel Watson, subversive publisher. I kept seeing Daniel around at the zine fair, at the bottle shop, just walking down the street. He reminds me a lot of Matty, a guy I used to work with, who I haven't seen for over a year.
Lee Tran was also in attendance and I ended up giving her, and her friend Katrina, a lift back to Sydney. (I say 'I' because I drove but it was actually V1's car). We had an interesting discussion about culture, 'Love, Actually' and reality TV with two hostellers, Rex from Tamworth and John-Paul from NZ on Sunday night (apres le promenade). Dina and V1 were asleep at the time.
In other news, Naomi's pre-nuptial gathering of female persons went well and during the week I also saw 'An Inconvenient Truth' (which was excellent, review soon) and had dinner with Alison and Laszlo at Bravo in Crows Nest on Thursday night. It only took me 20 minutes to walk home, which is good to know if I ever need to hike up there for dinner or the Woolworths.
We were supposed to see 'Macbeth' at the movies tonight but Sir said the long weekend made the work pile up, so she came back late and worn out so we watched 'Napoleon Dynamite' on DVD instead. Neither of us had ever seen it so we finally got to see what all the hype is about. There shouldn't be any hype. I can see why it is has cult status but I feel like a fraud for jumping on the hypothetical bandwagon if I say I like it. I thought it was funny but not a great film, and certainly nowhere near my favourite/s.
Anyway, tomorrow is Ink Well sans Lee Tran and Gina and Saturday is Naomi's wedding. That's pretty much it. I should do my tax return at some point and then gear up for NaNoWriMo, which I'm not doing officially, but in the spirit of the challenge will try and churn out 30 000 words for during November.
Oh yes, and the ding-dong of this entry's title is to celebrate the (employee status) demise of Pauline, our evil librarian. She's gone (pushed? who cares - gone!). Ding-dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch is dead!
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