1. A Sunday afternoon spent in the company of the lovely Lisa G - friend and sometimes collaborator/performance partner, whose work I respect and whose company I always enjoy. We lingered over excellent nosh and generous glasses of wine before going our seperate ways, but I carried part of the calm of our conversation with me into a turbulent week.
2. Copies of my latest publication - a sourcebook for the roleplaying game Stormbringer - arrived in the post. Holding the physical manifestation of one's passions and imagination in your hands (not to mention the end result of many months' laborious rewriting in order to par your thoughts down to a concise 73,624 words) induces a sense of pride, accomplishment and gratification that cannot be matched by even sublime experiences such as falling in love.
3. On Wednesday night I attended the official farewell dinner for outgoing Voiceworks editor Tom Doig, and was introduced to the delights of North Fitzroy's Moroccan Soup Bar - shame on my friends for keeping this place secret for so long (and shame on me for not perusing The Age Cheap Eats Guide more studiously!).
4. Walking my not-too-drunkenly-way home across the Edinburgh Gardens thereafter, I was entertained by fire-twirling ferals and drumming under the stars: is their tribe's return from the desert a sign that Spring is truly here?
5. My other absolute sign that Spring is well and truly with us is the jasmine that grows over many a Fitzroy back fence; on Thursday, as I strolled home from Triple R, the sweet scent of jasmine was everywhere along Gertrude Street.
6. As if to confirm the above, the weather on Wednesday and Thursday was absolutely delightful: as The Lucksmiths would say, it's t-shirt weather.
7. The bloke I saw walking along Gertrude Street today at lunchtime would disagree, perhaps: he'd taken his t-shirt off, and was carrying it on one hand, and a six-pack in the other. If the Brits consider the first cuckoo the sign that Spring has truly arrived, may I please be allowed to count the appearance of the first shirtless spunk on the streets?
8. The film was dreadful but the company was excellent: the official re-opening of The Westgarth Cinema on Tuesday night.
9. A jam-packed radio show on Thursday with some truly entertaining guests - including the chaos associated with hosting Gersey live in the studio - followed by a long but rewarding meeting of the National Gallery of Victoria's Youth Advisory Committee (of which I'm a member, due to my years spent working in the youth arts sector, not my desperate attempts to stay young at heart); and then a chaotic but definitely fun live broadcast from the Melbourne Writers' Festival; and lastly several hours DJ'ing at Q + A afterwards.
10. Waking up today to find a message from David Bridie on my answering machine - not exactly a usual occurance, I must say!
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