posted on November 25, 2006 at 8:02 pm

although the memories of 100 years ago
fall out so easily
i think about yesterday
and the images are blurry
so this was my day yesterday
as a memory exercise
i woke up early
although i cant remember waking up yesterday
i guess at the time it was pretty vivid
isnt it strange that something that was so important a few hours ago
now cannot even be remembered
hmmm…a metaphor for humanity perhaps
anyway i got up
read my blogge of yessaday
read the comments
checked my emails
steVieKILbey@GEE-spotmail. org.ies
good lord
an avalanche of stuff
they say computers make things easier
but i got pages of unread messages
i feel guilty
i always have a niggling feeling i can never get everything done
everymorning another hundred appear
did you read my email about…says mwp
urr ahh well not exactly….yet….but soon, soon
he squints at me
you know steve, that one was important…
christ but by the time i track that one down
another hundred have landed on top
i try to wade thru em
my answers (if any) are perfunctory or rude
one syllabic blah to someone
who wrote a long personalised missive
i hate email!
it sucks up yer time
makes yer head hurt
i do my emails
i do my blogge
the doodles get up n start up their carry-on
dad….she blah blah blah
no dad she took my blah and blah blahed it..
but dad, she kicked me in the blah
but she kicked my blah first
doodles shuttup!
im plumbing the depths of my memries
im diving for my own memory
it takes detachment
but the doodles bloody rabbitting on makes it hard
did fucking lord tennyson write under these conditions?
doodles im gonna take ya to the pool soon as i finish this
but thats a mistake
cos the doodles kep saying
have ya finished?
have ya finished?
when will ya be finished?
eventually i do finish
after threatening the doodles
a hundred times…
we do the usual performance of
find the swimmers
you see the doodles just casually chuck their clothes willy nilly
so this can be a painful procedure
nk n the bumper join in the hunt
we all retrace auroras footsteps from the previous day
and we come up with the eloosive swimming costume
itsa nice day
and we have a nice walk to the pool
i stop in and buy a lime mizone sports drink
with the 1 dollar coin change
i buy 2 gumballs from the machine
blue n green
the doodles have brought their own 1 dollars
and they both buy their own gum
(but is it cruel to the gum trees?
and where does all the old gum end up?)
then they haggle
trying to swap colours etc
we get to the pool at 9.30
and theres some kinda bloody races going on
and theres only one lane available for lapp swimming
and its got about 20 swimmers
some hurtling thru the water doing butterfly
others are feeble olde codgers and great fat russian ladies
everyone crashing into the others
and kids diving in n out in the laplanes
as it werent bad enuff before…
the doodles don their gear and jump in the baby pool
which is quite deep at one end
the doodles can swim
evies got that otter thing like russell
then a voice says in my ear
in a broad aussie accent
ya cant swim in there today steve
i turn round
its my friend sean the fireman
a big muscly aussie sorta guy
time you conquered your fears n did the bay swim
he says
i never swim across the bay
im frightened of the sharks
and im frightened of being out there
n running unexpectedly outta puff
i mean i do a kilometre every day
but there again i know i can stop whenever i like
anyway before i getta chance to think about it
im following sean the fireman
who is a real fireman
down the steps into the ocean itself
we walk over a shelf a marine green swaying carpet
so soft underfoot
a few biggish waves come in
dont worry
sean says
im fuckin’ afraid of em too
and theyll probably get me first
i follow him
we leave the shelf
and it drops away
to a sandy bottom
20 or 30 feet away
we begin our swim
hes a much better swimmer than me
and he takes off
of course i been body surfing in the ocean a million times
but ive never been right out here in the open sea
the water is real undulating up n down like green liquid hills
its frightening
the ocean dont fuckin’ care if youre a hipster genius
or the prime minister
its gonna swallow you under if you lose yer confidence
after about ten minutes
seans white swimming cap is a point in the distance
truthfully fiendsss i felt a wave of panic building up
i was out in the middle on my own in this huge ocean
my ego was suddenly dwarfed by confronting
the most uncaring unfeeling hugeness of the sea
i fought the feeling down with detachment
and i swam towards sean who had stopped
and was waiting for me
am i going too fast?
are you enjoying it?
oh yeah its…..beautiful i say
treading water out there
imaging my lovely muscled legs from a jaws point of view
lets keep going he says n hes off
i swim after him
each stroke a mini-eternity
despite the anxiety my lungs are handling the pressure
i been swimming hard in the pool
and im suddenly grateful for my fitness
and despite having already smoked a joint this morning
(before writing blogge)
im pushing away thru the water with no fatigue
its quite marvellous
5 or 6 years ago
i couldnt have done this for all the tea in china
now after all that lapswimming everyday..
i look up
seans off in the distance again
sean! i feebly call out
sean! sean!
he eventually hears me over the churning ocean
he stops n waits
thats enuff aint it? i say
nah lets keep going he says n i watch as he swims right down
to the bottom
its a long way down he says as he comes up n gasps for air
eventually we swim back
as i do the last few yards the term noahs arks comes into my head
noahs arks is rhyming slang for sharks
as i climb up the ladder from the ocean
back to the pool
an old aussie woman blasted brown by the sun
leans over n says
didja see any noahs?
afterwards eve n aurora get in the showers in the ladies change room
and wont come out
im standing outside ladies changerooms telling em
they better come out or…or…
and all the time girls n women coming in n out
giving me bemused looks
the doodles were in the showers for like 15 minutes
while i stood out there like a ninny
calling to em
and only half hearing their laughing shower-muffled replies
finally they come out
they look so shiny n new i cant be mad at ’em for long
we hit the fruit shop n i buy some pears n dates
we pick up a flat white for nk at a cafe
the doodles are all over the cafe
trying out different seats n tables
embarrassing i guess
but most people here know the doodles
and they just about get away with it
we get home
i make poached pears
i get a saucepan
put about two inches of water in
i add a handful of oats
i chop a bit of ginger
some sultanas n dates
three cut up pears
then you let em all get poached
keep the lid on the saucepan
dont let it dry up or out
everyone liked the pears
baby bumper wolfed hers down
i had mine with tahini
nk had honey n tahini
evie came back for more
i get a call from lucien who directed
merchant of venice, the musical i was in
last year
we’re thinking of doing zoo story
a 2 man play
about an aggressive younger bloke
who meets this kinda more timid upperclass guy
in central park in 1960,nyc
i play the older guy
n lucien has this actor sebastian goldspink
to play the nutty ratbag
hes an amazing actor …we hadda read already
so i take eve n aurora n bumper (in her stroller)
down to see the possible venue for our play
its behind this roller door in bondi
we knock on the door
inside is an amazing half gallery-half junkyard
full of paintings tools canvases plants empty wine bottles
wow says scarlet as we wheel her into the darkness
theres some great possibilities here
the kids are really well behaved while we look around
sebastian points to scarlet sitting in her stroller
singing a little song to herself
hows this kid? he asks…she hasnt complained once
yeah …we like her
i say
our stock standard reply
for fielding the bumpers numerous compliments
of course they dont see the tempestuous side of the bumper
when shes wriggling like an eeel backwards outta yer arms
while ya going up the steps
or the one doing her block
if you want let her have something thats too hot
anyway we decide to try the play there once
maybe round 20th of jan
but its all very tentative….
me n doodlies n yon bumper walk home again
i do yoga
at about five
nk n i n d’s n b
all jump in falcon
now named tibor after tibor hegyi my latin teacher
tibor beep actually
aurora thought beep was as good as tibor so we used em both
we drive outta bondi
thru eastern subs n kings cross
over hubba bridge n look!
theres the oppa house!
over to mosman n balmoral beach
cos nk likes fishnchips especially there
and the whole place is wonderful
a harbour beach , a pavillion
netted swimming between boardwalks
oh dear
silly daddy misses turn off to manly n mosman
this is the second time its happened
i go off
sailing away in the fast lane to gosford n newcastle
im effing n blinding in the drivers seat
as we are swept inexorably along by the wave-like traffic
the rest of the family are calm
during the welter of my invective
im in no hurry offers nk tentatively
the bumpers utters a oh wow
after ive finished cursing
the doodles just go on as if nothing has happened
theyve seen this film before…
eventually i turn back and make for neutral bay
nk is very relaxed and i feel silly getting all jumped up
about losing my way
we wind thru the backstreets of neutral bay towards mosman
beautiful luxurious houses i couldnt dream
of even affording their ornate letterboxes..
look at that one nk n i say to each other
we dont wanna leave our school yell out the doodles
naively thinking we are planning to move here…
finally to balmoral
we snag a carpark almost immediately
thank you vishnu
oh its wonderful here
calm warm romantic night
oh dear tho
the fishnchip shop is closed for renovations
like basil fawlty i start flagellating myself
oh no oh god oh no
nevermind says nk n we find a nice little cafe
sitting out on the water
she has battered flathead with chips
i have a veggie burger
except it contained eggplant (blechh!) n cheese(vomit!)
i nick many of nks chips
then we walk on a grassy oval
hundreds of white cockatoos fill the sky
and scarlet stumbles round saying “bird”
we sit on a bench as it grows darker
watching boats bob upndown on the sea
the drive home across the bridge is exhilarating
xmas parties seem to be exploding all over sydney
and the mood was a festive saturday night
come home
put doodles to bed
read em a bit of the silver chair
a bit of visualisation for auroras tooth
me n nk watching rock wiz when it starts up outside
even i aint gonna print the language this lady was using
but she was telling her boyfriend that he was some very rude things
implying that his parents werent married (b******
that he was overfond of his mum (m******-********
that he was varius bits of anatomy
you c****, you a*******
all preceded by the adjective f*******
anyway it was right out the front of our place
a guy n girl who live next door
shes screaming at him
beating n kicking his big black truck-van-thing
hes saying in the dopiest voice you can imagine
aw kelly no no dont kick my truck kelly
dont throw my phone kelly
now dont throw my keys at me kelly
ouch fuck kelly
that really fucking hurt me kelly
kellys attacking and kicking
go to fucking maroubra you c she says
go on go to fucking maroubra go on !
why dontcha come wiv me kelly?
f you f you f you shes screaming at the top o’ her lungs
ooh shes a nasty type too
out there dressed in a towel only
the guys sitting in his car
theres much incoherent swearing and arguing
i turn off the telly
i say say to nk
this is much better than rock wiz
she smiles n agrees
baby bumper hears em screaming n carry on
oh wow she says
the couple go back in side
its quiet for a while
then they come back out
more expletives
shes dressed now
seems theyre both goin to maroubra now
(whats there? drugs?)
but when she goes to get in
he tricks her starts up car n tries to leave
but the bomb stalls n she starts kicking it again
dont fucking kick my car kelly!
kick kick kick
by now man over the road has come out n hes watching
the whole thing very dubiously
shes screaming n cursing like a banshee
they drive off
and its silent again
10 minutes later they reappear
and the screaming recommences
you f c m-f b piece o ‘shit! she poetically declaims
she gets out n sticks her hands in thru his window
he grunts n moans then she starts squealing like a stabbed pig
a horrible embarrassing nauseatingly caterwauling
as he does whatever hes doing to her hands
leggo my hands she screams
this is enuff for man o’er the road
he calls the fucking cops
but just before they arrive
the charming young lovers drive off
in the nick of time
the cops come and walk around with torches
but exhibit a have scarpered off to maroubra
the cops leave and…
i dinnae fuckin’ believe it
kelly n co are back again!
jesus what a night!
oh i wish you coulda been there!
ha ha ha
sob sob sob
i dont know what to feel
i hate seeing men n women doing that to each other!
it was better than anything on the telly..
that was that
all my yesterday
have good sunday, fiendsss

54 Responses to “yesterday”

  1. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 25 November 2006 at 11:00 pm #

    Hah, better than the telly!

  2. avatar
    lovely muscled legs | 25 November 2006 at 11:10 pm #

    Love your thoughts. One of my favourite blogs you’ve done! XX

  3. avatar
    damien | 25 November 2006 at 11:35 pm #

    So much adventure crammed into one Saturday! It’s these blogs about the day to day life of the Kilbeys of Bondi that I enjoy the most.

  4. avatar
    Samosanx | 25 November 2006 at 11:41 pm #

    wow!….(excuse me; I have incense dust in my eye..arrgghh!)….

    those of you who don’t know bondi beach, be amazed! It’s a loooong way from one side of the bay to the other, and people swim across it, sometimes solo but there is also an organised masse swimming which is called i don’t know what….so Killer, my hat is off to you – as soon as you said you followed sean down i thought oh mi god! he’s not going to is he?!! ohh! he’s gonna do it!! faaa–!
    scarey, bloody scary…what a perfectly described moment – i was right there (behind you, but a foot or so off the water, following – ya wouldn’t get me in them waters!!!)

    and the grrr in the car, that northside turnoff has always been ridiculous, it’s so easy to end up pointing to newcastle….but as you described that methinks i heard grantly cracking up the way he did when you went to america and the radio assistant was late and ringing from the phone booth on the highway while you waited in the car.

    what a great dad you are, what an ace! truly. as the bumper would say, wow.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 12:16 am #

    ha! Im gonna tell Marty to send his messages to ya blog so you read’em LOL

    “Steve, have you sent me that invoice yet?” 🙂

    nevets, you are a sweet dad and hubby and i like the name Beep the girls picked for the car. Kinda like my girl calling our cat ‘squeak’… but man you are brave venturing into ocean swimming. I have a huge love and fear of the sea, and respect. Must’ve felt fantastic though when you got back?

  6. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 26 November 2006 at 12:16 am #

    “checked my emails
    steVieKILbey@GEE-spotmail. org.ies
    good lord
    an avalanche of stuff
    they say computers make things easier
    but i got pages of unread messages
    i feel guilty
    i always have a niggling feeling i can never get everything done
    everymorning another hundred appear
    did you read my email about…says mwp
    urr ahh well not exactly….yet….but soon, soon
    he squints at me
    you know steve, that one was important…
    christ but by the time i track that one down
    another hundred have landed on top
    i try to wade thru em
    my answers (if any) are perfunctory or rude
    one syllabic blah to someone
    who wrote a long personalised missive
    i hate email!
    it sucks up yer time
    makes yer head hurt
    i do my emails”

    you’ve just given EVERyONE your email address!

    expect your inbox to quadruple!!!

    a friend of mine who works in an office has yet to work out how to set an “out of office” message on his email. so when he gets back from holidays…he has thousands of emails in his inbox. i asked him how he dealt with the problem. he said he assumed that if the email was urgent, they would have tried another avenue after not hearing back from him. if it wasn’t urgent, then it didn’t matter.

    so what did you do? i asked

    he replied…i clicked ‘select all’ and then pressed ‘delete’

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 12:22 am #

    ps the fish’n’chip shop in Coogee Bay Rd was fantastic last time there (its just near the ice-cream shop).

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 12:58 am #

    Wondering about the neighborhood you live in…seems you have regular incidents there…

    ed in fl

  9. avatar
    mike a | 26 November 2006 at 2:20 am #

    Que dia!!! Yes, the ocean can be very scary with the waves, currents, tides, sharks, etc – glad you made it back!!

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 2:46 am #

    Don’t you mean


  11. avatar
    flowerpower | 26 November 2006 at 2:56 am #

    the ocean can swallow your “I” in an instant. sharks suck.. I too have a major fear of swimming in wide open ocean with the unseen floor below…what things lurk beneath the swell? I admire your persistance in the face of an over enthusiastic swimmer.

  12. avatar
    the dean | 26 November 2006 at 3:07 am #

    sk’s ocean swim reminds me of that iconic aussie graffiti
    “Harold Holt is missing,
    Check your fish n chips”

    perhaps changed to
    ” SK is missing check your FnCs “

  13. avatar
    Lynnster | 26 November 2006 at 3:17 am #

    I’ve got seven or eight different mailboxes for various things, one for spam/junk mail only. You could just get a secondary email address thru hotmail dot com or something that you can give to MWP and others and no one else so you won’t miss important stuff…?

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 3:21 am #

    You had me absolutely in stitches there for a while. And suspense. The whole nine yards. Great stuff. My parents read those CS Lewis books to us when we were kids too.

  15. avatar
    Daberhasher | 26 November 2006 at 4:09 am #

    so uh, you passed the memory exercise it appears… hats off on that swim… the open ocean IS a dwarfing mother, innit???

    ain’t it funny how kids never use all that time spent on asking when it’s going to be time to go to the pool, park, store, game etc etc etc, GETTING ready to go to said places… curb my exasperation, and bless the beautiful minds of my children i say…

    hey, i had those nay boors too… a 90
    lb pound dude and a 300 lb lady… a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash, i’ve heard it said… one day he lost a baggie of oxycontins in his yard… that was a highpoint, way better than the telly… wait, that is the fucking telly, there must be an Aussie COPS… cult shure export…

    the pears sound lovely, have to give that a go… recipes of a spaceblogger,
    who woulda thunk it???


    p.s. check out “Joyeux Noelle”(Merry Christmas), a fine film, imho, concerning the imprompto Christmas Eve truce observed by troops in the first year of World War 1… the dialogue will even allow you to flex your Latin muscle here and there…

    cor, that’s a bit naughty sounding, yogi…

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 4:09 am #

    (Apologies if this shows up twice…)

    Lynnster’s idea about setting up more than one email address is good, but I don’t think its the best way to handle Steve’s overflowing inbox situation. The problem is that those who write to him would need to change Steve’s address in their contact list, which might be difficult to organize. He’d also need to log into each account whenever he sat down to do email, and that can be a pain.

    I suggest he set up some folders ‘n’ filters that will automatically put messages from certain people straight into their own area, where Steve can easily pick them out from the background cheerios and poems 🙂 That way he doesn’t have to get lots of other people to change the address they use to contact him, and also he only needs to check one account.

  17. avatar
    relic | 26 November 2006 at 4:36 am #

    steve now that you are getting paid contributions to write the blog, you are entitled to have at least 2 days off a week

  18. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 26 November 2006 at 4:40 am #

    the b-side to the
    “i’m not in love” single
    from 10cc was a tune called
    “channel swimmer”
    f*** if i can remember how it went
    but i think i still have the 45rpm
    be quiet, big boys don’t cry
    the b-side to “venus” by
    the shocking pink was a tune called
    “hot sand”
    now that i do remember!
    good tune
    swimmin’ with the sharks!

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 5:33 am #

    Great gig at the Sando last Tues SK. You and Marty were truly in sync. Ya lookin trim, taut & terrific. Steel buns eh? I’ll have to check that out next time!

    Poached pears for brekky? You must be quite the gourmet chef. How bout putting out a vegan cook book. I’ld love some recipes.

    Love & thanks
    Lady Di

  20. avatar
    veleska1970 | 26 November 2006 at 6:42 am #

    wow~~!! awww, scarlet is just too cute. you sure don’t have to go very far for excitement, do you? it occurs literally in your front yard. kelly and co. could be their own reality tv show.

    interesting, comparing yourself to basil fawlty upon discovering the shop was closed. (always loved that show.) i laughed as i envisioned you doing your best john cleese impression then. uh-oh, here comes sybil~~”steven!!!”

    “i always have a niggling feeling i can never get everything done”
    you never will. the lesson i’ve learned is that it is impossible. don’t even try it!! always just do as much as you can, the best you can, when you can. that’s it.

    glad that your first real venture into ocean swimming was ok. do you think you’ll try it again?

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 6:43 am #

    After an extremely testing weekend – a glass of merlot and kilbey was just the tonic I needed.
    I have great memories of Balmoral Beach – thank you for reminding me.


  22. avatar
    Melquiades | 26 November 2006 at 6:45 am #

    That whole recant on the swim in the bay had me on the edge of my seat. ha. I really do have a fear (I like to think its healthy) about dark open waters. I used to surf and when I would be out beyond the breakers waiting I would get this sense of seeing my leg – like you described – in Jaws perspective. I would quietly freak pull my legs up and lie down on my board and wait. One time, I was dangling my legs (aka bait) sitting there waiting and something brushed my leg. I never felt fear like that. I grabbed the next wave and didn’t go back out.

    I love the ocean. But you’ve got to respect that you are a visitor.

    Don’t give up on the open water though. nothing like salt water to cure what ails ya.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 6:55 am #

    Yessaday d n i went to Hunter Valley to see Carole King. On the bus on the way up driver had Central Coast station on and I said to d that sounds like sk, sure enough as I found out today, it was the new version of Under the Milky Way. So the Church are back on the air and racing up the charts. Good on ya.

    Carole King looked amazing for 64! Think she must be on what you’re on, the fountain of youth, seeing is believing it really does work.
    Tim Freedman was support and think u and he would get on like a house on fire. He does not suffer fools gladly either, stopped in the middle of a song because of people up near stage talking through it. Good on him. He was enjoying a glass of Hunter red on stage (hangover n all, but it was his birthday).

    Looking forward to the album launch next year before the jetsetters return o/s.

    Have a happy week and safe motoring.


  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 7:25 am #

    Sounds like your giving the old Falcon a run for it’s money, driving all that way to get your fam’s favourite fish’n’chips, now that’s a sweet heart you have sk. Hope Sunday was just as exciting for ya!
    Love always,
    P.S. I hope your play makes it to Melby too!

  25. avatar
    davem | 26 November 2006 at 8:18 am #

    Thanks for sharing Steve.
    I think you’ll need a new date for the play though. You’re a wee bit busy from Jan 20 onwards, blowing The Pretenders offastage with yon Chrunch spacerock!!!!
    Love you more,

    Dave M

  26. avatar
    AAA | 26 November 2006 at 8:58 am #

    I enjoyed that

    Coming to Katoomba soon you and MWP

    Hope it goes well and we can get there


  27. avatar
    fantasticandy | 26 November 2006 at 9:25 am #

    killbo,wour’e such a wag,showing us all just how rich an ‘ordinary’ day can be. love the e-mail address! much love to you and your harem,andy L.

  28. avatar
    markm | 26 November 2006 at 9:39 am #

    I’m back from Byron and still catching up on blogeees…will be trying the poached pears… howabout throwing us your vegan receipes occassionally (if you spend much time in the kitchen that is…kinda enjoy cooking myself when I have the to improvise with the spices, jazz cooking I guess…I was a big curry fan before all my health problems this year…now it seems to give me stomach problems which is a disappointment to say the least!)
    See ya tuesday…looking fwd to steve vs marty…

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 9:46 am #

    good memory for someone who smokes a lot of pot – best read since you became a commercially succesful blog – pip

  30. avatar
    noah | 26 November 2006 at 9:56 am #

    try doing your bronze and getting involved at the local slsc. get the youngsters into nippers and you will have to not only find their cossies but their squad caps as well.Not easy every sunday morning. there’s lotsa people out there doing the same trying to keep their littlies away from all the bad stuff by showing them how good it can be.
    you dont have to swim a k to get your bronze and you’ll learn a bunch of other neat skills too.
    seeya in the briney

  31. avatar
    indigoruby | 26 November 2006 at 10:20 am #

    During my Sydney trip I got a ferry to Neutral Bay and walked to Cremorne Point and then around to Mosman and Toronga zoo. A long and gorgeous walk checking out the beautiful houses (including that of May Gibbs, creator of gumnut babies) – but still not a patch on the $10 million 1850s French sandstone farm-house type mansions at Hunter’s Hill!

    Cosy gig at the Sandringham – nice that it wasn’t too packed, and that you did some older tunes as well. It went later than I thought and I was getting a bit anxious wondering how I was going to get back to my aunt’s place in Greenwich. But another part of me was expecting a little divine intervention and knew it would be cruisy. Waited at Newtown station for a spell but didn’t feel that any more trains were coming, then jumped in a taxi intending to speed to Wynyard. Realised my fucking watch was running 7 minutes slow (explained why I had been missing buses all day!) and had the lovliest taxi driver who turned the meter off, drove me to my aunt’s door and even knew my street!


  32. avatar
    captainmission | 26 November 2006 at 12:11 pm #

    great bloggy today, it was very cinematic, i was on the edge of my seat reading about yr ocean swim, then after that bit i felt like getting a choc top, and after the street hassle scene i needed some popcorn.

  33. avatar
    don joe | 26 November 2006 at 12:30 pm #

    Thanks Steve,
    Very, very splendid way to end the week that was. To hear about another’s day in another universe out of mine. i understand the feelings of the ocean u talk about. Almost got pulled out in a rip here and scared the shit out of me. I look forward to having children one day, must be very rewarding to watch and nuture their growth.

    don joe

  34. avatar
    verdelay | 26 November 2006 at 12:36 pm #

    It’s just an account of what happened ‘yesterday’, but it has all the lucidity of a departing soul’s deathbed recollection.
    The little details.
    The emotions behind the sense impressions.
    Something to cling to, then let go of, before you leave.

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    The Carrier of Fruit | 26 November 2006 at 1:37 pm #

    nevets doin Edward Albee. What a great match and Zoo Story is a great play.

    I heard that you and marty played The Triffids’ ‘Wide Open Road’. I hope you include that in the set when you play Perth in January.

    Weve definitely been getting our money$ worth with the latest bloggys.


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    nickfiction | 26 November 2006 at 1:49 pm #

    sk watch out for those sharks. I wonder if you have thought of making an original piece of artwork depicting your lovely neighbors fighting. i bet that would sell like gangbusters / NF

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    matthew | 26 November 2006 at 2:16 pm #

    “im diving for my own memory”…. nice one, I geddit.

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    matthew | 26 November 2006 at 2:51 pm #

    “oh wow!” -it’s already yesterday here after reading that. How action-packed can a day be?

    Love the detailed family life descriptions, very cool. “tibor beep” is perfect for a falcon. Having a daughter, I too have done the “ninny” thing outside the ladies’ change room at the pool.

    O balmoral beach! …my childhood haunt when visiting grandparents in nth syd, or uncle fred, who lived pretty much at the beach… mysterious rock pools dotted with lovely pentagonal starfish back then, before the fishermen stole them all for bait… (i always understood that “bucketful of starfish” image)

    and Mosman! … very near where my grandparents finally left this planet…

    …scarlets adorable “wow” interjections making nice understated commentaries of it all.

    SK, it was a great read.

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    Andromeda7 | 26 November 2006 at 2:53 pm #

    Why did the shark stop?
    It came to a screaming Holt.

    For the benefit of overseasers, Aust Prime Minister Harolt Holt went for a swim at Portsea beach one day and never came back. They never found his body.

    Aussies grow up with rabid shark fear. Every summer a few human beans get picked off, and some even get reported in the papers.

    I was so scared of the blighters I wouldn’t even have a bath when I was younger. Somehow it seemed less likely one would appear out of the shower head. And what about that Great White with the girth of a VW Combi Van, 25 foot long, that ate the honeymooner at Julian Rocks in Byron Bay about eight years ago? Just bit him in half and kept going. So Steve, damn brave. Now you’ve done it – will you do it again? Ah, that’s the question. For me, the sheer gagging terror just never wears off. …………………………


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    dinosaur swamp | 26 November 2006 at 2:55 pm #

    Some of John Howard’s little Aussie battlers take the job very seriously.

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    Melquiades | 26 November 2006 at 3:57 pm #

    congrats on the play. A true renaissance man. so cool. I would love to see pics/video of this (when the time comes) or Merchant Of Venice.

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    JJ | 26 November 2006 at 3:59 pm #

    Fascinating daily diary of Bondi family escapdes. Kelly and her boyfriend – is this the couple who takes a whiz on the rubbish cans? I wassa hiking in the mountains yessaday, so I’m reading two-for-one today. Had a laugh at the “Dunny Cans” and neighborhood girl offering the urination performance – man, we had the same girl in our ‘hood growing up, quite the exhibitionist she was, and her family holier-than-thou devout Baptists too. Her nascent sex-drive was hyperactive and likely fueled by repression, perhaps.

    The sea is indeed huge and intimidating. In “Magician” was it “sharks ‘stream’ or ‘dream’ in the waves?” Never could quite distinguish even with headphones. My Lonely Planet guide to Sydney said fatalities are extremely rare though, but didn’t mention how many arms or legs are missing.

    One more day (Sunday) of luxurious freedom here, then off to that Mayan land again Monday – but it’s work. The Man keeps us captive at our stations, but perhaps we can escape for a half-day of roaming somewhere.


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    restaurant mark | 26 November 2006 at 4:46 pm #

    kids can be a bit of a distraction…can’t they? they’re good fun though. and it’s quite possible lord tennyson did write under those conditions. like you said it’s hard to be mad at ’em for long. my boy, nolan ( same b-day as yours ) is 6. naomi, our girl, is 3. so they’re incredibly curious and active. man, my studio is in our house so the album my band, egobox is trying to make is filled with a lot of…dad, i need some ice water…dad, i want a snackee. hey, naomi hit me…daaaad…naomi hit me again ( she looks like an angel of course, and is sweet to us, but she’s really here to torture nolan every waking hour…i think ) they really dig music though, so that’s good…dancing during playback, talking in that loud kid voice we like to call SCREEEECH…you know, during recording of course! and always offering up their drumming, mandolin, singing, and now harmonica skills!
    wouldn’t trade it though…
    by the way…good job on the ocean swim! it’s that whole picturing legs from a jaws point of view thing…love the ocean, but i get weirded out not being able to see what’s below. watched a movie called open water the other day about a couple who gets left out in the ocean on a scuba diving trip with obviously a bunch of hungry sharks in the area…my legs were tingly and weird the entire movie. funny, i was really into sharks as a kid???
    take care.

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    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 5:49 pm #

    Hoodwinked said~
    nice reading of the daily life..thanks…have a stony holiday. yer friend, Deedle-Dee…I wonder, how do you avoid eating food thats processed on equipment that handles milk, tree nuts, eggs, etc etc??? Does cheese really gross you out? Hmmmm…..

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    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 5:51 pm #

    oh yeah, good job with dessemination of C.S…one day that oak will grow into magic rings…..Dee

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    Anonymous | 26 November 2006 at 5:56 pm #

    The chronicles are getting longer and more personal. You’re breakin’ my heart, here, and you’re too bloomin’ endearing for your own good—you know that don’t you? I know, babe. I know you want to give more of yourself now that you’re THE Bloggallah working for bakshish. Lucky for you, pet, I come from a tip-trained culture—yep, ducky, I’m a tiptop tipper, but I won’t cross your palm online, so you best be telling me where to send your 30 pieces of silver. Hey, darls, at least you’re not an out of true gypsy, roaming the countryside with an out of tune fiddle and a tone-deaf, dancing bear.

    You seem to have an aptitude for self-transcendence and an uncanny ability to reinvent yourself. You’re making annalistic advances towards the renascence of spirit. The Bloggallah playing adagio, for the time being. Just remember who said that when you awaken the High Magician. All you need (in my opinion) is a little fine-tuning.

    I find that (most) self-referenced accounts fail to capture distinction. By distinction, I mean the genius of accurately affirming the human soul—or psyche (a perceptible preference for some). All the likenesses obstruct the way. Eliminate the likenesses and focus on the uniqueness we embody yet lack the mastery of language to articulate. You see, right here, I just proved my point. I don’t have the words to accurately describe what I wish to say to you. I don’t think I can state it more clearly, and I think you’ll get what I mean, anyway.

    If anyone should do it, it should be you.

    What was I on about?
    Oh, yeah
    All people are comforted by relativity because of its ability to unify. But, unification is not the stuff of distinction. At the moment, you’re spitting on the surface, and just about every one of your loyal subscribers is seeing their own reflection, which is one the reasons why you’re so well received. But don’t you aspire to carve your image in the grain of distinct existence? You’re just so close—so duly close—to an immemorial perspective. Imagine having the insight to anthologise déjà vu, knowing the experiences to be as real as the ones you’re living and feeling right now. Must one always have a witness to truth? Faith can be as almighty as truth, I think.

    Most old folk where I come from believe that a person’s image, if captured at all, should only be captured alone. Photographer—maybe even family, friends and foe/s—beside, but outside the frame. Any one of the people present can attest to the being of an event surrounded by time. And one day—somewhere in time—all that remains is a photograph of a solitary person as the testament of a greater truth.

    Keep those self-portraits comin’, pet.


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    eek | 26 November 2006 at 6:32 pm #

    Great read today. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

    Can’t help but laugh at the image of you, fresh from your bay swim, being stymied by the doodles and the ladies’ changing room. They know they have you wrapped around their little fingers.

    It’s amazing how some people are so calm no matter what. I was driving a large van once with my mother and the dog, and I very nearly wrecked. I hadn’t noticed the car in front of me had stopped to make a turn and I couldn’t stop in time, so I went off the road to avoid hitting it. Then I overcorrected and shot back across to the other side of the road, before finally managing to get back to my side of the road and under control. Nearly took out three cars and a mailbox. Anyway, midway through this I hear my mother say “just take it easy” in the most calm voice. I just started to laugh. That woman had nerves of steel.

    I suspect in a weird way that Kelly and co rather enjoy fighting — so if they’re enjoying it you might as well too!

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    CSTCoach | 26 November 2006 at 7:34 pm #


    I hear ya about email, one can quickly become a slave to it. Though I like it much better than the phone (which I loathe like the plague). You can ignore it or answer it when you want, and one typed line is so much easier than a pointless half hour phone convo. Then again, I guess I’m a reclusive writer…

    I must say I’m impressed as hell by your swimming athleticism. I used to swim like a fish as a kid, but haven’t gotten much time in over the past few years. Was swimming on a big lake last summer and was surprised at how little stamina I had left. How threatening the swells could feel. How far the shore seemed. A hundred times more impressive when you’re hovering out there in the cold, impersonal briny deep.

    And of course the wildlife. As my good friend Brandon Jones is so fond of saying, “There’s death in the sea. We’re not welcome there. Everything in it is trying to bite you or sting you or eat you. The sea itself tries to throw you back out when you try to wade in. They say that there’s a one in X chance of being attacked by a shark. For me it’s NONE – because I don’t go in there.”


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    eek | 27 November 2006 at 1:01 am #

    One of the best email responses I ever got back was from SK, and the cool thing is that it said it all. I believe it was when I was setting up his art site. I had sent him a fairly detailed message outlining what I was doing. The next day I get the reply. This is it in it’s entirety:


    That’s certainly the most susccinct email I’ve ever gotten!

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    frozen by the moment | 27 November 2006 at 4:43 am #

    evil flourishes when good men do nothing ( i.e. watching the domestic’s)

  51. avatar
    eek | 27 November 2006 at 5:50 am #

    uh, usually I do know how to spell succinct….

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    John Garratt | 27 November 2006 at 8:42 pm #

    Someone once told me that we are not part of a shark’s natural diet. So they never get the urge to eat us unprovoked.

    But don’t test this theory.


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    Seb | 28 November 2006 at 4:39 am #

    Thanks Kilbey for the wrap in your post. Really looking fwd to doing the play with you. See you at rehearsals…Seb Goldspink

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    gareth,notts | 28 November 2006 at 3:21 pm #

    absolutely loved that blog!

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