Hello Dear Reader. i Spent boxing day with the very delightful Lynne, whose baby is three months old now.

We walked around the Melbourne cemetery, which must be something in the order of 6000 zillion buckaroos worth of real estate – it’s around forty acres of prime envious developer territory. Imagine being a developer walking through that property, i’d be contemplating sending my ancestors into space to get my grubby hands on that

… yes we spoke of the film ‘The Loved One’, from the classic Waugh novel. Where of course a funeral director builds a rocket to send loved ones into space. Omg. Lmfao!

We wandered through a different area i’ve never seen before, where the graves all date 1850-70, and the ground is dusty and bare. Names like Adelaide Ada reach out from crumbling tombstones; unlike the Italian areas that reach out with their recently polished marble from the edge of the newly laid roads.

Saw the Elvis memorial for the first time. i had no idea. i mean i’ve seen the JFK memorial waterfall outside the old parliament in the Treasury Gardens; but Elvis has a crypt in Melbourne? Yes He Does.

Then we watched “Trekkies”, which is one of the strangest movies i’ve ever seen. i just want to put on my uniform, and start collecting little .. um .. things.

Came home to Californication; the wickedest and most seductive US comedy drama i’ve seen in a while. it’s lovely to see Duchovny take on another role and relish it. The blocked writer somehow a metaphor for the blocked actor phase he’s finally cracked. i know there’s only twelve episodes so i’m trying to take it slowly, draw out the pleasure.

So many people far away. When are Paul and Fiona coming home? They must be about to give birth right about now. Well, Fiona mostly. Go Fi, we’re thinking of you.

At least KT was home for summer solstice. What a delight!
(no i don’t believe in christmas. we call it michaelmas 🙂

Lots of love, michael