pizza life

Theo's Holiday Special

pepperoni, bacon, pineapple, chilli, cheese/tomato base (no derr)

i think in this, the most important aspect is how the flavours behave around one another and how this is an analogy for the euphoria of finishing uni for the semester and the promise of a month's holiday.

when one bites into a slice of this delicious pizza, the first thing you hope you get is a nice lil combo of pineapple, chilli and bacon. you wanna hit that shit, lil bit of piney juice coming out. many people try to get up in arms about orthodoxy in food, especially things like pizza. at the shop, i always get these jerks. the point is, pineapple is a classic ingredient. pizza's a fucken fast food, noone cares.

anyway, pizza as an allegory for holidays.

the pineapple represents a hopeful and warm time. it's quite summery in the face of winter and even when put through a 200 degree oven retains a juicy friendliness

the bacon represents our current times; that is, swineflu

the chilli's spiciness is the promise of an adventerous holiday

the pepperoni is just cos i love pepperoni, maybe it's the placement of t. landon IN the holidays.

the base/cheese/tomato don't count, they're on every pizza.

T. Landon rule for life #1

Always get up before the hour hand gets to double digits

Airplane Death #5

Another dream where i die a plane-related death.
In this one I'm flying an airforce training plane and have to do some missile-evasion programme. I ask the guy how it works, cos i can't see the button to evade or anything. He says it's just something i should know how to do. I see a missile coming to me from the bottom left. I can see it on a screen and there are these white triangles on it, showing where it is and how far away it is. i try to turn the plane away and am hit. the plan spins down, on fire, and crashes into the ocean. then i wake up.

Judith Wright, my favourite poet

Trapped Dingo

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
they crushed out your throat the terrible song
you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
you mourned him! - the drinker of blood, the swift death-bringer
who ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.
I heard you, desperate poet, Did you hear
my silent voice take up the cry? - replying:
Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,
and clay stops many a warrior's mouth, wild singer.

Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,
for your lament the long night was too brief.
Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,
till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the sky
huddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.
Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,
death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.
The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,
and veiled with blood her body's stealthy sun.

tamed url

man my url's shit. obviously untamed lion was taken by some fuckface. if i can think of a better one then i'll redo it/a new blog etc.