Truth be told, there’s very little hair on my head to be cut. But we bought a clipper set none the less to clean up what remains. Fortunately, Yan has taken to shaving me, and she's much more touchy and sensual than the dude at my last barber shop. Distributed by Tubemogul.
For two weeks we were homeless everywhere except the web. For me, this makes the mathematics of poverty less daunting. But Yan is much more sensitive to the immediate. She needs a kitchen, sunlight through a window, and the scent of herself in bed sheets. Distributed by Tubemogul.
View from the 70 tram of the Australian Open 2008. Distributed by Tubemogul.
They say Australia had an unusually warm summer in 2008. I don't know about that, but we were definitely burning up. Yan and I spent a lot of time beneath her umbrella. It’s strange for me to avoid the light so vigorously. Distributed by Tubemogul.
I just got myself a Flip Video camera... and I love this little thing! Relatively cheap, easy to use, easy to pocket, and it can be modded into an untold number of interesting new media devices just perfect for whatever videographic needs one may have. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Stumbled upon this smallish protest outside the Melbourne Church of Scientology. I was drawn-in by the costuming and the humorous signs. Yan was cautious, like crouching upon an injured animal. No dog in this fight. Ten minutes of video and we were gone. Distributed by Tubemogul.
The MCG is an acronym for “Melbourne Cricket Grounds.” One steamy afternoon, Yan and I made the trek over the William Barak Bridge and down to the entrance of the massive arena. There was a cricket match on at the time (Oz vs India), but we didn't attend. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Spring Festival in Melbourne. Old hat for Yan. Be warned: lots of obligatory firecrackers and the banging of percussion instruments. In other words, this episode is a tad on the loud side -- as any Chinese celebration should be, I suppose. Distributed by Tubemogul.
It was a long morning in April, watching the Canberra leg of the worldwide torch relay. There was a chance for us to hop a bus and tag along, join the ruckus. But instead we opted for a bedroom view and two cups of green tea. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Near-twilight is my favorite time of day. The location doesn’t seem to matter much, as sundown appears to be universally divine. Our backyard in Melbourne is no exception. Sometimes we just hangout in the garden with the laundry and enjoy the end of day. Distributed by Tubemogul.
There’s something empowering about a bicycle. It's a natural progression, I suppose -- crawl, walk, ride. For Yan, her bike is a symbol of independence. And that’s how I like to imagine Yan, always moving forward, confident in her own ability to proceed. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Here’s a little piece from the end of Summer. The death of a fellow suburbanite… Distributed by Tubemogul.
Yan and I (and Fezzik the cat) were among a relatively small population in our Richmond neighborhood who actually turned out the lights for one hour on March 29th, 2008. The meager participation was a little disappointing, but the hot chocolate was good. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Of our four housemates (including two cats), Paul is the most musical. I can always count on hearing peculiar sounds wafting out from his red-lit, homemade studio. I don’t know how Paul maintains his intense interest in music. It’s got to be love… Distributed by Tubemogul.
We’re pretty sure this is a joke, or a performance piece, or maybe a combination of the two. In any case, it was fun to read. “If you are prepared to work at relationship [sic]…” Is this sentence a victim of bad grammar, or a metaphysical inquiry? Distributed by Tubemogul.
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