<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:38:54.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Persistence Of Memory</title><subtitle type='html'>sights and sounds and smells remembered in words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>352</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-114065958529380026</id><published>2006-02-23T12:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:53:05.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brain expansion, indeeduni has started once more. it just sets in concrete that i'm in a city away from the people i care about, away from my source of sex. two years ago it was easy, getting to know people and getting to feel people. i now regret it becuase most were knobs.but its different. now i have a distance from everyone.i'll set my sights on expanding my brain and mind with knowledge, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/114065958529380026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/114065958529380026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114065958529380026' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113892971927679607</id><published>2006-02-03T12:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:21:59.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     i found myself walking towards the ocean and rocks. there was no sand, no beach and there wasn't even a trail or walking track. i just kept walking.     i found i could go no further. i turned around and walked back.     such is life, i guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113892971927679607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113892971927679607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113892971927679607' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113876582346625825</id><published>2006-02-01T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:50:23.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another long stretch of time between posts, but truly, this is how it will be from now on. i just can't seem to find equilibrium and enough dedication.Last friday i saw The Mars Volta at the Enmore Theatre in Sydney.They fucken rocked.an 8 piece ensemble that created free flowing jazz, rock and intensity.  gods bless Omar and his crew.oh, i touched Cedric's hair, and fell in love with the latino,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113876582346625825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113876582346625825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113876582346625825' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113186540454584714</id><published>2005-11-13T18:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:35:48.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113186540454584714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113186540454584714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113186540454584714' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113090222383171326</id><published>2005-11-02T14:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:30:23.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check me out!peer pressure i say, peer pressureor maybe i'm just a sheep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113090222383171326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113090222383171326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113090222383171326' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113063945094341265</id><published>2005-10-30T13:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:30:50.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explain and critically discuss Benjamin’s account of how the ‘aura’ of traditional art-works is destroyed in the age of mechanical reproduction. Consider the function Benjamin ascribes to new art-forms such as the filmhttp://www.marxists.org/reference/subject/philosophy/works/ge/benjamin.htmi have two days to write an essay on this. Although i prefer to read and learn about him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113063945094341265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113063945094341265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113063945094341265' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-113021776089408625</id><published>2005-10-25T15:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:22:40.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't been around for quite a while.busy busy busy with uni andpersonal dilemmas aboundi feel i've abandoned a child, so i come to hug, nourish and remind i'm still here and caring.lots of love, nica</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113021776089408625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/113021776089408625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113021776089408625' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-112428241456258156</id><published>2005-08-17T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:40:14.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wellity, Wellity, Wellity.It has been long because I have hardly any time. But I'm in Sydney until Monday for on Friday night is the NIN gig at the Hordern. Veeeeeerrry excited.I waish had enough dough for the Saturday gig as well but you-know-you-know, life's tough.I plan to get to get TRAAAAAASSHED. but so that I'll never remember the night,only hoping and waiting.Trent, I'll be beside you in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/112428241456258156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/112428241456258156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112428241456258156' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-112192734428325311</id><published>2005-07-21T16:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:30:29.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap-a-zoo,Neil was the nicest person EVER!if i was him i would probably be so sick and tired of stupid fan questions and saying the same thing over and over and over again.but not him. he was funny, polite and really does have an uncanny ability to paint such colourful words and answers off the top of his head.I had a small chat with him about the Dresden Dolls and i asked whether or not he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/112192734428325311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/112192734428325311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112192734428325311' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111906658888480778</id><published>2005-06-18T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:49:48.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breathe. Breathe. Calm down.I thought the Terry Pratchett lecture and signing was exciting!NEIL GAIMAN is coming to Oz. and coming to MY uni to do what Terry did:A public lecture at ANU and a signing as well as another at Gaslight bookstore in Fyshwick.Breathe. Breathe.I might just make it to Sydney the next day for the event at Kinokuniya (only the best bookstore i know of) for which he is doing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111906658888480778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111906658888480778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111906658888480778' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111855407526790899</id><published>2005-06-12T15:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:27:55.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a new 15 Minute challenge, brought to life by Dinesh and answered vehemently by JP. The rules are as follows: 1. Click here and choose any image you like. 2. Compose your piece in less than 15 mins. 3. Post it to your blogvia Ten Miles Beyond The CityMamaSofia woke up one morning, her feet were cold. Why are my feet cold? she thought. She usually slept with covers and covers of warmth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111855407526790899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111855407526790899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855407526790899' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111855179725830146</id><published>2005-06-12T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:49:57.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although I'm in no way what so ever involved with these bands.I feel happy for them and proud to put up their links.Why?Because I'm living their talent and life precariously through them.*cautiously looks over shoulder to see if the green-eyed monster is anywhere nearby*VULTURE somewhere along the line I met Tim (wooops, I mean Handlbar), the drummer. A nice guy and I ended up going to a couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111855179725830146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111855179725830146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855179725830146' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111769144505174805</id><published>2005-06-02T15:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:50:45.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I feel I’m writing post-mortem. But the news is good. VERY good.On August 19 Nine Inch Nails are finally coming to Sydney to do their own show and guess who got a ticket?Yes, I finally get to see a FULL concert, none of this 40 minute bullshit.Shame Robin isn’t in the band anymore. He would have been my perv factor. Ah well. I guess Trent will have to do.I feel he REALLY needs a hug after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111769144505174805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111769144505174805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111769144505174805' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111310851656050462</id><published>2005-04-10T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:48:36.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kick Arse!Splendour In The Grass is on again soon. Not to miss this one.Shihad and Interpol.Mud, music and mayhem. i love it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111310851656050462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111310851656050462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111310851656050462' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111310786810557114</id><published>2005-04-10T14:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:37:48.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The National Gallery of Australia  is hosting an exhibition of James Gleeson; one of Australia’s premier painters and an amazing Surrealist. James Gleeson: Beyond the Screen of Sight is fucking phenomenal. For those who thought that Surrealism was only found in Spain and France then you’re wrong. The list of works in the exhibition is extensive and spans his whole career. His first works are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111310786810557114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111310786810557114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111310786810557114' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111155040821718783</id><published>2005-03-23T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:00:08.220+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If went to see Nine Inch Nails during their Fragile tour you may have noticed the towering video installations that showed amazingly beautiful images (especially during La Mer). The artsist who created the installation, Bill Viola has been approached by Peter Sellars (theatre director) and Esa-Pekka Salonen (conductor) to create a similar installation for Wagner's Tristan und Isolde.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111155040821718783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111155040821718783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155040821718783' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111153981210017022</id><published>2005-03-23T11:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:07:14.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god, talk about shocking news.i'm speechlesstotally flabbergastedi don't even know the guy (although, i would LOVE to) and i'm confused and feeling his anxiety.All i want to do is give the guy a hug and then slap the back of his head.what? why? how? who?Kuerten and Long Time Coach Part WaysFormer World No. 1 Gustavo Kuerten has announced that he and his long time coach Larri Passos will no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111153981210017022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111153981210017022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111153981210017022' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-111007559226429257</id><published>2005-03-06T13:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:19:52.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it has been too long. But I haven't found time in between writing papers, organising presentations and wasting money on new CDs (although, I can't really see that buying music IS a waste of money).I come bearing news, though. Villa are now back in the top half of the draw after beating Middlesbrough 2-0.Wooo!And Valencia have made it harder for Real to catch up with Barca after holding a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111007559226429257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/111007559226429257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111007559226429257' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110782860558223765</id><published>2005-02-08T13:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:10:05.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this blog with the help of the Fiend website. Makes me glad I haven’t got a tat of Chinese characters. Nothing against the language but why, unless you have a Chinese link, would you get a tattoo done in Kanji/Hanzi? It wouldn’t mean anything; wouldn’t it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110782860558223765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110782860558223765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110782860558223765' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110773869262894017</id><published>2005-02-07T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:11:32.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate when I haven's seen a really good friend for a long time and then when I finally catch up with them neither of us have anything to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110773869262894017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110773869262894017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110773869262894017' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110681536016421962</id><published>2005-01-27T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:42:40.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well back to the Bush Capital tomorrow.I can finally revisit my insomnia of staying up all night watching football, or more embarrassingly, the fashion channel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110681536016421962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110681536016421962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110681536016421962' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110647962264091368</id><published>2005-01-23T22:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:33:00.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just watched the last episode of Carnivàle.  Now that was one amazing series.  Can't wait for more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110647962264091368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110647962264091368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110647962264091368' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110639647157498240</id><published>2005-01-22T22:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:21:11.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know someone wants you to be part of them when they eat your ashes.As turbulent as their relationship was, with marrying each other twice and affairs with both sexes Diego Rivera was so stricken with grief after Frida's death that at her cremation he picked up a handful of her ashes and swallowed them.Romantic, is it not?Reading the funny headlines in the paper today, boosted by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110639647157498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110639647157498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639647157498240' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110628027895824014</id><published>2005-01-21T14:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:04:38.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in love with Rufus Wainwright. yes, he's gay. And yes, he's a complete and tter stranger. But that whole faggy, camp thing really does it for me, it always has. And the music talent doesn't hurt.He is in Sydney for the Sydney Festival in a production celebrating the music of Leonard Cohen; Came So Far For Beauty: And Evening Of Leonard Cohen Songs, he is also doing his own shows and family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110628027895824014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110628027895824014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628027895824014' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110627610943460425</id><published>2005-01-21T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:55:09.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From The Fence I was fascinated to find How weird I was only to find that: . Interesting.In other news, in fact, in rather more exciting news it seems that researchers at a military geography intitute in Florence have come across the long lost studio of Renaissance master Leonardo da Vinci.In a building just off the Piazza of the Santissima Annunziata in central Florence, the abandoned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110627610943460425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110627610943460425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110627610943460425' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110611492834875475</id><published>2005-01-19T16:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:08:48.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I come back after 10 days or so of surf, sun and dolphins to a shitty start to my tennis year.~ Guga is waiting around on his scrawny arse for Roland Garros (admittedly, he is still recovery after a second hip operation)~ Ivo Karlovic was knocked out first round, without having any television appearances so I had no chance to watch his mega mookiness.~ Haas and Malisse were unfairly drawn to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110611492834875475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110611492834875475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110611492834875475' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110490544047118280</id><published>2005-01-05T15:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:10:40.470+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be time wasting rant, because I'm in the mood.Next Mondy I'm going up the coast to Shoal Bay, near Port Stevens/Nelson Bay. A whole lot of bumming on the beach, getting sun burnt and watching my brother gut fish. As much as a hate the sun and get bored at the beach I'm still looking forward to it. So I'm in a  good mood; good enough to crap on about some crappy astrology:Astro.com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110490544047118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110490544047118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110490544047118280' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110471315035238125</id><published>2005-01-03T11:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:14:30.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A reminder more for me than anyone else:Under The Blue MoonMetal For The Brain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110471315035238125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110471315035238125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110471315035238125' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110471273598027790</id><published>2005-01-03T11:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:38:55.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wowza!These guys make me want to become Catholic!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110471273598027790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110471273598027790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110471273598027790' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110413397371328779</id><published>2004-12-27T18:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:59:43.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha! Looks like Viktor Yushchenko has won the election (pretty quick if you ask me)Yanukovich admitted defeat after 70% of the votes were counted and 56% were in support of Yushchenko.“Today, Ukraine is beginning a new political life I am aware of the extent of responsibility and I will be worthy of your trust,” Mr Yushchenko said at his campaign headquarters.I just hope that all citizens of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110413397371328779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110413397371328779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413397371328779' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110363235515374173</id><published>2004-12-21T21:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:35:27.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four days until Christmas, my brother's seventeenth birthday (the summer solstice and longest day of the year. the lucky bastard gets a longer birthday than anyone), and I'm already not impressed with the 'festive' season. I'm not much of a fan. Why isolate one day of whole year to emphasize togetherness and happiness? It's just too much pressure.I guess I'll just sit back and listen to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110363235515374173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110363235515374173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363235515374173' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110299247204243139</id><published>2004-12-14T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:50:11.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a thing for being absent all the time. From primary school through to high school and even now in uni, oh and here too.But my return is based upon hearing some happy and some disturbing news. I'll start will the disturbing:Less than a week ago it was confirmed by private Austrian doctors that yes, Viktor Yushchenko's disfigurement and less than perfect health was due to poisoning. An </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110299247204243139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110299247204243139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110299247204243139' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110169736218568307</id><published>2004-11-29T14:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:02:42.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, this is hilarious. I got it from Moby's online journal:TO: The Citizens of the United States of America RE: Revocation of your Independence In the light of your failure to elect a proper President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today. Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110169736218568307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110169736218568307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110169736218568307' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110142586880016252</id><published>2004-11-26T10:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:42:49.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the lies and media fabrications have begun:Russian TV has shown false pictures of Kyiv to the Russian public. The photographs have neglected to show the million demonstrators in the streets of Kyiv. [Гаряча Лінія]However, things may be looking up with censorship and restrictions being lifting on a television station in Yanukovych's Russian speaking east."From today we guarantee that any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110142586880016252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110142586880016252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110142586880016252' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110142033888395718</id><published>2004-11-26T08:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T09:05:38.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are worries that the Ukrainian Supreme Court can have any say in annuling the vote.With such attention being out on the Ukraine it's almost moving. For so long so many people have thought Ukraine as Russia, a state of Russia or heartachinly, a city of Russia. This debaucle ould be a blessing in diguise. Now people who watch the news will know what and where Ukraine is and understand that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110142033888395718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110142033888395718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110142033888395718' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110135132138306094</id><published>2004-11-25T13:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T13:55:21.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With the new A-League, I've been in up in armsas to who to go for.Silly, no?But is it Newcastle United, from the Hunter Valley that i love to bits.Or Sydney Football Club? The big city that stil seems like home no matter how much i hate it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110135132138306094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110135132138306094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135132138306094' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110133277313050350</id><published>2004-11-25T08:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T13:40:00.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sydney's Ukainian community have gathered this morning in the CBD in a peaceful protest against the results of yesterday's election. Viktor Yanukovych, pro-Russian Kremlin backed apparenty won, but world-wide there have been accusations that the voting was rigged leaving opposition leader, Viktor Yushchenko to call a strike against fraud.The Sydney Ukrainians are making it clear that Yushchenko </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110133277313050350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110133277313050350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110133277313050350' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110109496010994371</id><published>2004-11-22T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T14:42:40.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!I can't believe it! I won't belive it!what just happened how could they have LOST!to any other team but NOT Rangers!NO!To make it all the worser we didn't even score!what world or dimension did I wake up to?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110109496010994371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110109496010994371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110109496010994371' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-110046955867144233</id><published>2004-11-15T08:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:59:18.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week I went to the Terry Pratchett lecture/Q&amp;A at the ANU as part of their Public Lectures program. It was great, he was funny and nice. I didn't expect, though that the hall would be packed to the rim; people were standing at the back in numerous rows and the stairs would no doubt have been a code red fire hazard. But all went well. Got my Good Omens and The Last Continent signed, it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110046955867144233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/110046955867144233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110046955867144233' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109980501502331849</id><published>2004-11-07T16:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:23:35.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aged 61, the legendary Socceroo captain and football missionary, lost his battle with cancer.R.I.P.Johnny Warren</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109980501502331849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109980501502331849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109980501502331849' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109969987035226932</id><published>2004-11-06T11:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:11:10.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was watching an episode of The Grim Adventures of Bully &amp; Mandy (a guilty pleasure along with Invader Zim) the other day about an alien that landed on Earth in an meteorite and Billy just happened upon it. The alien (a giant green, slimy blob with one eye) then commands Billy to fetch it brains to eat. This whole episode is in song (the title is hilarious itself, Little Rock If Horrors), with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109969987035226932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109969987035226932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109969987035226932' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109935241391407659</id><published>2004-11-02T10:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:43:50.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the Federal election was announced here in Australia it left the candidates with about a month for their campaigns.But with the U.S. election t seems the campaigning has been going on for a lifetime. It's about bloody time the election happens. I was beginning to think there was no election just a major race of popularity and unofficial polling.I'm only hoping, and wishing and praying that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109935241391407659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109935241391407659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109935241391407659' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109921005578621690</id><published>2004-10-31T18:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:13:39.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember when Villa were coming at least 5.Then what happens...?I support them and then drop down.Vassel is out.but sometimes there's a ray of light:like destroying the three time winning streak of Everton. I would have prefered a win though.so now we come a respectful 10th place. geez. they really need an away win.Scary: "Valencia's majestic playmaker Pablo Aimar has been hospitalised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109921005578621690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109921005578621690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921005578621690' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109917859536871646</id><published>2004-10-31T10:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T10:23:15.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The God and Goddess are united as He is corronated King.A happy time of love and joyous feelings.Colours of green, gold, red, orange and white mirror the environment of Summer rising. I can smell musks, vanilla, roses, patchouli and spicy galanghal.Beltaine's feast of blossoms, vegetables, good wine and herbal tea is looked upon by Flora, Walpurga, Maia, Demeter, Danu, Bel, Balor, Pan and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109917859536871646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109917859536871646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109917859536871646' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109822965157755901</id><published>2004-10-20T09:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:47:31.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got word that Terry Pratchett is doing a lecture in regards to Discworld’s 21st birthday.On November 10 in the MCC Lecture hall 1 he will be giving a lecture in his only Canberra appearance.Pretty cool, eh? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109822965157755901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109822965157755901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109822965157755901' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109814626863826303</id><published>2004-10-19T10:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:37:48.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. regularity. I'll try and keep regular. Unlike my buying habits.yesterday i splurged impulsively on a pair of high cut, blue Converse. Now, I have NO freakin idea WHY i bought them ;felt like good plan at the time. I know  don't own any lace-up shoes and they do go well with jeans, however, WHY did i spend 70 odd bucks on a pair of shoes? only the gods know. The other night i watched </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109814626863826303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109814626863826303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109814626863826303' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109756969920670180</id><published>2004-10-12T18:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:28:19.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus! to be brutaly honest I nearly forgot all about this! but rest assured I'm back.Ive had a tumultuous few weeks.My flatmate's moving to England and this place going up for sale, soI've been searhing high and low for a new place. On top of that my fiend just had brain sugery after a skate boarding hiccup.Oi! what else can happen?Oh that's right!Guga has had another surgery on his hip and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109756969920670180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109756969920670180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109756969920670180' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109520330828941091</id><published>2004-09-15T08:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T09:08:28.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Henrik Larsson is a traitor.maybe I'm bitter.maybe I'm not.but dammit.3 - one !?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109520330828941091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109520330828941091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109520330828941091' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109489713080939279</id><published>2004-09-11T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:36:10.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well back in Sydney. Weather is better than Canberra. Firsat day back on a high note. The local library had a book fair selling off the old books to make room on the shelves for new ones. They were selling from 50c to $4 a book, which I think is rather sweet deal. I bought a book on the history and effects on artists and writers of absinthe, and books on Velazquez, Expressionism, Impressionsim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109489713080939279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109489713080939279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109489713080939279' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109425497794632858</id><published>2004-09-04T09:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T09:53:01.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid-lecture on the Viennese art scene and a slide of one of Gustav Klimt's paintings, The Kiss.more followed including a few from his series of influential women. it was there that caught my eye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109425497794632858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109425497794632858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109425497794632858' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109382337705783235</id><published>2004-08-30T09:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:49:37.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring is in the air.Ordinarily it should be a blessed time, a time of blossoming, birth and sweet aromas that hang in the fresh air.Eostre/Ostara is nearby. A time to celebrate the fertility of all, everything comes to balance from the dead winter.The story says that the young goddess has finally returned from her winter hibernation and her future consort, the young king is now of manhood.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109382337705783235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109382337705783235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109382337705783235' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109357650725571756</id><published>2004-08-27T13:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:15:07.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather is heating up at long last.Good buy big thick, obstructive clothing and hello to singlets and tees.Well maybe not so much now, but it’s a start.In 2 weeks time I’ll be Sydney sussing out their weather and having a break from work.I’m kind of disappointed that the AGNSW hasn’t got anything interesting worth seeing.Hmm, wish I had something more profound to speak of, but my mind’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109357650725571756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109357650725571756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357650725571756' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109314514986605196</id><published>2004-08-22T13:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T13:25:49.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know why i do it to myself.2-3 weeks for an assignment and yet i still manage to forget about them until the very last minute.Due Monday (tomorrow) and i'm writing my semiotic analysis right now.why oh why do i do it to myself?only the gods know...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109314514986605196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109314514986605196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109314514986605196' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109263075970513374</id><published>2004-08-16T14:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:10:02.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My housemate’s friend, last night convinced me to create a fantasy team. He let me join his league, entitled the Premier Cup. Harder than picking a full squad for $100 000 000, was deciding on a kit design. I’m quite proud of my design, black and maroon striped top, black sleeves, black shorts, maroon socks. I also decided to have a Bowie theme. My manager (me) is Gemini Spaceship (inspired by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109263075970513374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109263075970513374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263075970513374' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109228505179608850</id><published>2004-08-12T14:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:30:51.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck, I'm pissed off!How hard is it to simply say that a man is Ukrainian?Russian artistSoviet artistBelorussian artistby god, the man was born near Kiev, which if my geography is anywhere near correct, is the damn capital of the UKRAINE!Having sifted through a tonne of books for an essay on the social context of White On White I have come across hardly a mention of the man being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109228505179608850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109228505179608850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228505179608850' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109186888636062174</id><published>2004-08-07T18:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:54:46.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time, no post.reason: nothing to say, sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109186888636062174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109186888636062174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186888636062174' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109114476545577039</id><published>2004-07-30T09:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T12:36:18.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guga's doing well so far at the Canadian Masters in Toronto. In the first round he beat Robby Ginepri of the U.S. with a convincing scoreline of 6-1 6-4 In the second round he knocked out another of my favourite players, Tim Henman (U.K.), 7-5 6-4 Becuase of the time differnces i have no idea when his next match is but i do know he's meeting a qualifier from the Czech Republic, a Jan Hernych.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109114476545577039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109114476545577039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109114476545577039' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109081712565957436</id><published>2004-07-26T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:47:09.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phenomena magazine has used my Magdalene to head an article The Feast Day Of Mary Magdalene along with a damn-spiffy quote from The Woman With the Alabaster Jar by Margaret Starbird that describes her in the way I first saw her – pregnant. Oh, and lo-and-behold there’s a quote from Tori Amos: AsherEhyehAsherEhyehAsherEhyehAsherEhyeh and if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the tidal wave I got a </summary><link 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hot-dang, I don’t think I’ll ever forget his name. Not once have a seen an exhibition that looked and smelt so good. Yes, that’s right, it smelt real good. Montien Boonma (1953–2000) was one of Asia's most distinguished contemporary artists. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109081500663252530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109081500663252530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081500663252530' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109081367610178009</id><published>2004-07-26T13:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:15:21.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just yesterday I paid a visit to National Gallery Of Australia to view the exhibitions:Sean Scully: Boddy Of Light and Montien Boonma: Temple Of The Mind. For those not savvy with the Abstract tradition, Sean Scully was an Irish born American Abstract painter that focussed on themes of repetition and blocks of stripes in contrasting colours of murky appearance. The beautiful thing about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109081367610178009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109081367610178009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081367610178009' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-109021551698982441</id><published>2004-07-19T15:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T15:38:36.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you just let your eyes wander up to the top left corner, you'll notice an artwork. That piece is my favourite piece of art of all time, i cannot tell you why, but i can tell that when the exhibition of Caravaggio: Light and Dark came to Sydney, i stood transfixed by it and it brought a few tears to the surface aswell. When i was reading Da Vinci Code the character Langdon mentioned seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109021551698982441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/109021551698982441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109021551698982441' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108962954181942115</id><published>2004-07-12T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:52:21.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my teams have been in the dumps lately, with managers leaving, players leaving, players not happy with offers.ah, but there is light at the end of the tunnel, hopefully.TWG has reported that Juninho is interested in signing with Celtic, and beleive it or not his "agent has assured Celtic that money would not be a problem". isn't that a first in world football?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108962954181942115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108962954181942115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962954181942115' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108962880490295552</id><published>2004-07-12T20:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:40:04.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Princess of SwordsI love her.physically she reminds me of me, light brown/dark blonde hair, pale coloured eyes, athletic build not to mention the dominance of my favourite colour - green.as well as remindig me of certain aspects of myself: the earthy aspect of air. aggressive, reactive, fighter against what she finds as falsehoods and moody.maybe this card was drawn to remind me of who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108962880490295552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108962880490295552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962880490295552' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108943639797819855</id><published>2004-07-10T15:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T15:13:17.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>never take CDs to parties, you may never see them again.i like to think i can trust people, plus i like to hear music i actually like to listen to. So i bring CDs to parties, i never learn.three times now i've come home with less and less music.Magic Dirt - 3 CDs gonePJ Harvey - 2 CDs goneTori Amos - 1 CD goneVirgin Black - 2 CDs gonetweaker - i CD gonethe list does go on and on, but i'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108943639797819855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108943639797819855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943639797819855' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108901943655981556</id><published>2004-07-05T19:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T19:23:56.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.bloody brilliant!The streets of Sydney and Melbourne were out of control this morning. Blue and white streamers adorned car antennas.Who would have thunk it, eh?one nil.In other news:The Sydney region has been having a strangely hot winter, in fact out winter at the moment seems to be hotter than the summer in Europe and the U.S.I had the privilge of witnessing this at it's most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108901943655981556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108901943655981556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108901943655981556' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108877153050314215</id><published>2004-07-02T22:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:32:10.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I said, "I'm no expert football analyst".And thus, it seems that we find Greece and Portugal up against each other for the title of European champ.being Australian and having no allegiances in either team, I may have to lean toward Greece. Our Greek community here is amazing so I guess I'm going for Greece, besides, I usually go for the under-dog and seeing as Portugal are the hosts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108877153050314215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108877153050314215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877153050314215' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108869074830212777</id><published>2004-07-01T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:05:48.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i knew Portugal would do their country proud.good on them, i have a feeling they will face Czech for the final prize. but hey i'm no expert football analyst.off topic:did i mention i was a loser quiz junky?You are pure evil:Oh indeed - you are a lady, but an evil one. Youstand proudly by your cult leader (or whoeveryou like to call him), and pray that one dayyou will be favoured above</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108869074830212777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108869074830212777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869074830212777' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108839686486687279</id><published>2004-06-28T14:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T14:32:19.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah fuck it:Larsson to join Barca Henrik Larsson will put his Euro 2004 heartache behind him this week as he prepares to sign for Barcelona.  The Swedish international watched as his team crashed out of the competition in Portugal in a penalty shoot-out against Holland at the quarter-final stage.  But Larsson's agent, Rob Jansen, maintains the former Celtic striker's move to the Nou Camp is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108839686486687279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108839686486687279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839686486687279' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108833120711574913</id><published>2004-06-27T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:13:27.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's quite well known in Australia that football (or soccer depending on your preference) is in the shit. Despite the fact that it is the world's most played sport and the most played sport of under 16s even here, professionally it has been over shadowed by the other 3 'football' codes. Having an extremely large multicultural society (Melbourne has the 3rd largest Greek community in the world) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108833120711574913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108833120711574913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108833120711574913' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108795208081454804</id><published>2004-06-23T10:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T10:54:40.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my bad luck has set in.the exciting part of me returning to Sydney for a week or two has been foiled.Bloody Papa M have decided to postpone their tour. just brilliant.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108795208081454804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108795208081454804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795208081454804' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108779099190779681</id><published>2004-06-21T14:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T14:09:51.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I’m heading back home in a couple of days for a week or so.Hopefully the weather in Sydney is a few degrees warmer than here.A big plus as well is the fact that the Sydney Bienalle will be on while I’m there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108779099190779681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108779099190779681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779099190779681' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108734549802278532</id><published>2004-06-16T10:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T10:24:58.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An article in State Of The Arts magazine (April-June 2004) triggered my interest in fashion. do not get me wrong i'm no fashion victim or trendy, but i love seeing what kind of bizarre contraptions and ideas designers come up with each season. So, for me, fashion and art are naturally long lost lovers.Vanessa Beecroft says: "I use fashion like i use coffee, i don't really need it but i like it"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108734549802278532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108734549802278532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108734549802278532' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108713298615702242</id><published>2004-06-13T22:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:32:35.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crisis over.being a sucker for old grandma recipes and herbal mumbo-jumbo... (~ a warm glass of water with shaved fresh ginger, hot chili flakes and garlic (gross but a big 'whoa, mama!' for the immune system) in the morning~ Yarrow tea~ Pasta dish with heaps of fresh sage and parsley for dinner~ gargle myrrh extract before sleep)...i tricked that evil little motherfucker.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108713298615702242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108713298615702242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713298615702242' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108703449446867040</id><published>2004-06-12T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T20:01:34.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watery homemade tomato soup.warm.So-Good icecream (vanilla).cold.sofa, a good book.warm.outside.very cold.another broing Saturday night, have the place to myself, not feeling too well. damn flu virus. damn winter. i want my Hunter Valley Spring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108703449446867040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108703449446867040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703449446867040' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108702833364745466</id><published>2004-06-12T18:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:39:24.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well another muscian has passed on.Ray Charles is flying through the sky to that heaven full of entertainment legends.what a magic place that would be!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108702833364745466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108702833364745466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108702833364745466' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108673977164719345</id><published>2004-06-09T10:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:09:31.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well al my anxiety was in vain.i think i did fairly well, not to say i didn't fuck up a few times. but i'm blessed with the ability to put on the charms...fingers crossed for a Pass or better.now i'm procrastinating to avoid doing an essay i only just started that's due tomorrow, the same day as my written exam. whoever invented 'the last minute' should take a look at what they've done to me. </summary><link 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experts in their own field. The renaissance scholar was expected to master all branches of knowledge.With his insatiable desire to know everything, Leonardo da Vinci is often held up as the ideal Renaissance man. You are an Existential ThinkerLike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108669792751848110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108669792751848110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108669792751848110' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108667940283749106</id><published>2004-06-08T17:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T17:23:49.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can one self diagnose a minor case of Attention Deficit Order or Dyslexia?Because today I think did just that.Maybe not ADD but I sure as hell have a form dyslexia. I cannot concentrate for more than ten minutes without having to walk around aimlessly, swivel in my chair constantly or do completely unrelated things. And of I do continue with the task at hand, I begin to write things backwards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108667940283749106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108667940283749106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108667940283749106' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108630713875776087</id><published>2004-06-04T09:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:58:58.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it would be good if one could time their actions and decisions in such a way that future events (that are going to happen anyway) that may be desirable to you can co-incide with those particular choices you made.what i'm getting at is, when i was applying for Uni i considered moving to Melbourne, live with a friend of mine who also recently moved there and attend a Melbourne Uni. However, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108630713875776087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108630713875776087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108630713875776087' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108630315317851047</id><published>2004-06-04T08:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:52:33.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have an oral Spanish exam next wednesday. I'm shitting myself over it. A whole 10 minutes of one-on-one interviewing. fuck. And it doesn't help that i'm shy and scared of one particular teacher. Gawds i hope i don't get him.i just needed to vent my anxiety, nervousness and fright.to cheer myself up i'm having a night in watching a collection of anime. It's great, in my final essay for this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108630315317851047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108630315317851047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108630315317851047' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108607149402536045</id><published>2004-06-01T16:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:31:34.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, this post only emphasises the turn of affairs and content i've been writing about lately.sport.but today it's not football. today is tennis.and not just any tennis:the French Open. Roland Garros.GUGA.my favourite sports person in the whole entire world is going great guns.I mean he beat Roger Federer. The WORLD NUMBER ONE for gods' sake.i only hope he makes it to the final. it's his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108607149402536045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108607149402536045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108607149402536045' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108580170438768480</id><published>2004-05-29T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T13:35:04.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my freakin gawd! (in a VERY good way).This could be the best thing in the entire universe.Forget the fact that Viduka has left is own damn country high and dry in relation to international matches he may still have a chance of mending my mixed emotions towards him.An Aussie in my 2nd favourite team! unbelievable!Fingers crossed that Rafael Benitez makes an offical offer soon.Speaking of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108580170438768480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108580170438768480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108580170438768480' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108563814919598945</id><published>2004-05-27T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:09:09.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it looks like Monaco couldn't come on top of the Portuguese champions.I suppose the fact that their captain, Giuly had to exit early due to an injury played a major role in the defeat. But ah, well this was a hard match to call, both teams were deserving, only one won out in the end.It was quite clear that Porto's defence wasn't up to scratch in the beginning of the first half, but all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108563814919598945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108563814919598945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563814919598945' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108544044803638789</id><published>2004-05-25T08:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T09:14:08.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can hormones explain my extreme change in thought and feeling?I'm not so convinced. I know my body and how it works, I'm proud of knowing my body the way I do, and I don't believe that hormones have anything do with anything.however, my mind is uncharted territory. I'm scared of venturing in there. I know I'm scared because everytime I start a journal, diary, or my stories I want to write, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108544044803638789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108544044803638789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108544044803638789' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108535956533582415</id><published>2004-05-24T10:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:46:05.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some things have a an annoying tendency to sneak up on you when you least expect them, or even when you don't want them to.One day you feel happy and free, the next day, something triggers a thought that screams "lonely" at you. A very angry and determined voice, but you can hear an echo of sadness, and that sadness is your reply.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108535956533582415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108535956533582415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535956533582415' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108521933892796177</id><published>2004-05-22T19:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:48:58.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't it typical that only when you have no money it's the time when you find the most beautiful skirt and the most perfect shoes to match that are ACTUALLY vegan friendly.with that off my chest i was thinking as the bus was held up by a car accident that i need a lap top (another thing that requires money which i do not possess). It would be great to be able to write whenever wherever.To the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108521933892796177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108521933892796177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108521933892796177' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108500859955359591</id><published>2004-05-20T09:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T09:16:39.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got up at 4 am this morning to watch the UEFA Cup final. uneventful 1st half until right at the end when Barthez got sent off for knocking Mista to the floor, this eventually put Valencia one ahead of Marseille thanks to Vicente's penalty.first half: Valencia 1-0 Marseillemore up beat second half plus another goal for Valencia complements of Mista this time.full time: Valenica 2-0 Marseille</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108500859955359591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108500859955359591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108500859955359591' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108474722490882219</id><published>2004-05-17T08:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T08:40:24.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After only their second time in the competetion Ukraine won Eurovision.This i'm very excited about not because i like Eurovision (well actually, here, it's a bit of culture thing to pay out and enjoy in good humour the song contest)but because more than half of my family is Ukrainian. My mother and her parents and my brother's girlfriend's family are Ukrainian too. So it was like a removed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108474722490882219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108474722490882219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108474722490882219' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108467323202991418</id><published>2004-05-16T12:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:07:12.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, looks like South Africa will be the next host of World Cup. I wanted Egypt to win (personal reasons), but not surprisingly, they didn't even receive one vote.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108467323202991418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108467323202991418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108467323202991418' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108444129402975744</id><published>2004-05-13T19:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:41:34.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having a crush sucks, it makes you feel as though you're 15 again. in highschool again. yearning for the quietly good looking guy or the popular guy.only this time it's the tall, skinny, dark haired guy that likes the same band as you (if a t-shirt is anything to go by).dammit, i don't want to be 15 again, i hated being 15.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108444129402975744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108444129402975744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444129402975744' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108400693851350548</id><published>2004-05-08T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:05:33.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's easy to forget how reviving and rejuvenating a good run is.around the lakebreathing in the fresh, non-Sydney airand watching the water birds do what water birds dothree kilometres later lungs aching and head throbbing"a nice hot Earl Grey tea will be fine, thanks"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108400693851350548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108400693851350548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108400693851350548' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108380104950693382</id><published>2004-05-06T09:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T09:58:35.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bosch is known by many scholars to have been influenced by alchemy amongst other things such as Netherlandish folklore, astrology and Christianity.And it is a fact that alchemical concepts knew no such thing of geographic boundaries until the 18th century. Although people think of alchemy as the transmutation of 'impure' substances into 'pure' metal or gold, Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108380104950693382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108380104950693382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108380104950693382' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108341147055995549</id><published>2004-05-01T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T21:40:58.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nearly finished writing what i'm going to post on the Bosch/Alchemy book.but for now here's a link of gods.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108341147055995549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108341147055995549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108341147055995549' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108327995501840853</id><published>2004-04-30T09:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T09:09:01.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today is Samhain (Samhuin, All Hallow's Eve, Dia De Los, Martinmas, Shadowfest, what ever you want to call it).I haven't been posting many pieces on celebrations, but I thought I would today because this is one of my favourites, occurring on the eve of my birthday month and during my favourite season.The Horned God has taken His throne as the Dread Lord of Shadows in the underworld waiting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108327995501840853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108327995501840853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327995501840853' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108319893505320847</id><published>2004-04-29T10:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:38:40.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>influenced by a lecture i had yesterday on early Renaissance art in Northern Europe, beyond the alps in relation to Florence, my interest in Bosch reached a new height.i went striaght to the library to get all books, any book on Hieronymus Bosch.and what did i find?two mega interesting books with the words 'Bosch' and 'alchemy' in the title.it was quite obvious i had to read them.The first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108319893505320847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108319893505320847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108319893505320847' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108295124526119156</id><published>2004-04-26T13:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:50:53.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck, my first days back here were excrutiating cold.I went out on Saturday to see my friend's band, Vulture play at the Green Room in support of Dead Inside The Chrysalis.It was a very good show, despite the fact that I was so damn tired I could barely keep my eyes open. I had a feeling that most of the crowd came down from Sydney, which is proof that either DITC or Vulture have a very avid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108295124526119156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108295124526119156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108295124526119156' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108261478577779215</id><published>2004-04-22T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:26:42.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i'm heading back to Canberra tomorrow.hopefully it's not too cold yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108261478577779215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108261478577779215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108261478577779215' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108236867455854042</id><published>2004-04-19T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:00:49.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is verbal diarrhea day:something funny i found in Moby's journal:George Bush quotes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236867455854042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236867455854042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236867455854042' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108236792665202999</id><published>2004-04-19T19:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:48:58.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks to the Occult Invesitgator, i found an interesting blog-cum-news site: Religions News Blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236792665202999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236792665202999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236792665202999' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618782.post-108236721362179973</id><published>2004-04-19T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:51:01.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm getting another tattoo tomorrow (hopefully, if not it will be wednesday). i'm thinkinh just below the inside of my elbow, or in the centre of my calf, or on my upper arm (this is my last preference only because everyone has one there). it's going to be the celtic tree of life:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236721362179973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618782/posts/default/108236721362179973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tpom.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236721362179973' title=''/><author><name>nica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087408455903138263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/magdalen.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
