tales from an ordinary world

1999-03-06

It's Grand Prix weekend (and Moomba, although that seems to have taken a back seat since the Grand Prix arrived in recent years). I can hear the cars at home in Caulfield, if I stand outside. You'd swear it was only a few blocks away...

I woke up early (I'd been going to sleep pretty early all week), and wandered down to St Kilda for some breakfast, but mainly 'cause I wanted to get a new bag - I'd seen some in a shop window down there a few weeks back, and I'd already wandered around the city last weekend with no luck. I ended up finally getting one, made by some mob called Crumpler who seem to be quite hip or something, 'cause lots of people seem to have their bags. But it is a rather nice bag, and it's got plenty of space and stuff - I'd looked at those kinda rectangular over-the-shoulder things, but they didn't seem big enough to hold my 50-CD case thing that I won't leave home without.

I bought 3 books to take away on holiday in a week's time - Milan Kundera's The Joke, Banana Yoshimoto's Amrita, and William Sutcliffe's Are You Experienced ?, which I heard was fairly amusing. I'm also going to finish that damn Martin Amis book (Money) and Will Self's Great Apes, both of which I started some time ago, but put aside for other things. When I went away last November, I ended up reading a whole lot of 50's stuff - Chandler, Kerouac (I finally read On The Road...) and Capote. This time I'll try and be more, uhm, modern.

Hey, I nearly forgot to mention the wonderful graffiti I saw in St Kilda. It said "sack yr shrink. hire an artist."