See You Next Wednesday
I drove to Tumbarumba for Tumbafest
. I was lured by the chance to see Sparrow-Folk
again, which I did. That makes it all worthwhile.
Notes from driving in the Riverina:
1. You can't turn right onto the Hume Highway (M31) from the Snowy Mountain Highway (B72).
2. The road from the Hume Highway to Grahamstown and Adelong (on the way to Tumbarumba) is called variously Adelong Road, Grahamstown Road and Gundagai Road on the map. Only one road is signposted at the turn-off on the highway: Sylvia’s Gap Road (which passes through zero towns before it rejoins the highway ten kilometres later).
is on Monday night, and Michael is going to Adelaide for Womad
; all otherwise, I'm sticking to my story.
Multifestural Cultival + Fringe
Recently I watched In Canberra Tonight
and The Sass & Tease Collective
a bit. Then I went to RPG Meetup
and Volleyball-in-the-Park-on-Saturday Meetup
(no relation). Later I saw (in no particular order) salsa
, hip hop
, and capoeira
. Also, I put my hands in the air for "D-Minus + Lady Loca + A-gee Ortiz" (they have funny names) and danced in a pub with Dr Helen. Golly, what a lot of great fun all that was, I must say.
On Sunday I broke a saw blade on Ma's gate. Linda went to A&E with a hurty tummy and was treated like a stupid liar by some professional medical staff. Brijan Taijlor defeated the Dutch King in the Glamfolk War of Independence
. And Life Support
started a repeat run on SBS2. So, half of that was jolly good fun.
I am expecting to have a large amount of more fun in the near future, too. This week term one courses commence at Impro ACT
and I'm doing "Desires That Drive You" and "Belong on Stage". Next month I'm going to perform in Schnitz & Giggles
and do a workshop in Sydney with Parallelogramaphonograph
(that will entail visiting Michael and family, which is nice).
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman