tales from an ordinary world

1999-02-12

Tips for young players - don't leave your packet of real, genu-whine McVities Chocolate Digestive Biscuits sitting out on the table next to your computer - It's summer, they're English, and it's all downhill from there. I desperately tried to revive them by sticking them in the fridge the other day, and this evening I felt brave enough to eat one. The whole packet had glued itself together, so I tried using a knife, only to have them turn into sawdust (with the odd bit of chocolate). I was forced to retreat into the safety of James Boag & Son, Tasmanian purveyors of fine beer...

A birthday card arrived today, from the ex I'd briefly chatted to last Saturday. I was pretty surprised that a) she remembered, and b) she actually sent me a card. She even apologized for last Saturday. Bizarro.

It's the Earthmen's last ever gig tonight, at the Evelyn. Augie March and the Steinbecks supporting, too. I really oughta go - they're a great band, and I haven't seen them live for about 6 years, although I've been keeping up with their CD releases.

I've had a few friends tell me they reckon they've learnt more from this than from things I told them in real life. I'm not sure what to say to that, which I guess is the problem. But it's definitely true that, barring a couple of days when I'm so hard to shut up I could probably bounce off the moon, I tend to fall into passive mode amongst people, even my best friends. It's the path of least resistance. I just sit there and take it all in. Some days I just don't have the energy for anything else, but I really need to make more of an effort.