Back once again
from the second and (probably) penultimate swing of my Kalgoorlie net installation career. Not much to say on the subject of the job–it was much the same as last time, except with a few more bruises and a few less workers nearer to the end. We’ve just about completed putting up all the netting on the lower dam, covering something like 300 square metres of open hole with around twenty panels of net. The sight of such a structure makes me feel pretty nice about being part of the team that managed to raise it. It’s that whole tangibility thing again. Anyway, we’ll have the bottom dam done in the first three or four days of the next swing, and then it sounds like we’ll be re-raising the top dam for the rest of the time, now that the construction guys have dug a big trench out of it. All of which is code for me lifting heavy things, fetching tools, and running around like an idiot in order to prop up my bank account.
I spent Saturday night with Louise at the Novotel (pretty average hotel, but it’s not a house full of people with ears) and we used Sunday morning to walk around Perth and go and see the Year 12 ‘Perspectives’ exhibition at the art gallery. Louise adjudged them as not quite as good as she expected, but then conceded that it’s probably because it’s been 10 years since we were that age. So we’re bound to have forgotten what an achievement it is to be able to paint/draw/create something like that so young.
Wait, back-up a little. It’s been 10 years since we were that age. And, predictably, we’ve both recently received invitations to our respective high school reunions. I’m fairly sure I’m not going to attend mine. High school was a positive experience for me once I found my clique of awesome, geeky folk, and I have no great desire to reconnect with all the other students whose entire purpose seemed to be to provide a sub-audible backing track of taunts and drama. I have no doubt that seeing them now would be an experience that I’d rate high on the internal-amusement-meter and, y’know, I’d get a chance to show off my smokin’ hot girlfriend and general happiness. But really, when all is said and done, I’d much rather catch up with people I actually like, rather than those I’m only morbidly curious in meeting to see how far they’ve fallen. So to that end there’s a small sub-group planning a piss up with the lovely Cian once she makes it back to Australian soil for Pete and Bec’s wedding. Can’t wait!
Creatively speaking, not very much is going on at the moment. I’ve been fairly stymied in my attempts to write lately, for obvious, manually-laboured reasons. I have had some more ideas for various pieces, but nothing much shifting in terms of actual, concrete word count as of yet. Louise and I are working on a fun project for the upcoming ‘Fingerprint’ issue of dotdotdash, which will be comprised of random zines from all sorts. Even if you are not a writer or an artist, you can totally make a zine, so check out the submission guidelines and have a go!
Alright, that’s all for now. Off to eat cheese and drink wine out the back of the hills. Yeah, you’re so damn jealous right now.