bookstore on jjj unearthedhey guys,

mastered our new album yesterday and we uploaded 3 tracks to the triple j unearthed. any ratings/comments would obviously be beneficial to us........and much appreciated.

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Just uploaded a couple of tracks from our new album (as yet unmastered). Please now to enjoy.

The Adult Bookstore

Kristin and I went to the Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens today. There were about 4 other people there, which is insane (or maybe not - other people are employed), because the place is swamped in autumnal beauty. This means that everything is either rejuvinated green or glorious moribund ochres, and lord of the rings fungus grows on it all. Ah, the cycle of life.

Like geriatrics we watched the ducks in a pond. The dowdy ducks are territorially
superior to the cuter, brown headed ones, and the coots bravely assumed we would feed them. Actually, if they came close, we'd have captured them and made Peking coot.
Our desired destination, Fern Gully (which I believe is the last rainforest?), was closed due to pesticides having been sprayed there. 'To kill the LotR fungus,' said Kristin, before being reminded
that fungi aren't insects. Fungicide?

Writing of ducks reminds me of a story Dimmy recently told me. He used the word
'mallard' in French class, referring to the kind of duck with green heads. Everyone one abused him for
inventing a word (the teacher chimed in, helpfully suggesting he meant the French
word for 'sick', which is HOMOPHONOUS but I wont attempt to spell it here). Anyway,
he aborted trying to explain himself. That day was another day I had spent watching
ducks, and upon returing home I said 'mallard' to Dimmy when I was recounting the fascinating events of
my day. To which he retold his mallard story, the very same as the one you've just read.
Anyway, it was annoying. I can't continue to recount it without this turning into an endless
fractal blog.

Writing of endless fractals reminds me that Dimmy has a fractal-drawing program on his computer. The ones it draws are fucking ugly, but others you can find are very beautiful. As are satellite photographs of the earth's surface. Images of complete randomness and of pure mathematical pattern are the most wonderful looking things around.

The justification on this thing is broken, hence erratic, poetry look. No justice. (technically I mean the line-breaking, but there aint a pun to be found there... unless... line-broken. Too crap to escape parenthesis)

See ya shitloads (never caught on, did it?),
Tim

For the first time ever I've been myspace surfing and it's bewildering. It's inspired what looks too be the virgin bookstore blog, unless thom's writing a simultaneous one right now and beats me to it. What is an 'extended network'? Is everyone in the entire world in my 'extended network'? Individual people from Grizzly Bear are, but not grizzly bear the entire band - how does it work? Does this mean I can message them and force us into their inner sanctum? Grizzly Bear, if you've typed your name into google and looked for what came up last and found this - I want to be in your inner sanctum, although we quite possibly live on exact opposite ends of the earth.

Speaking of which, there's an ad at the moment where a burly famer type surveys his beautiful unploughed dirt patch and sees a tree stump, which he proceeds to pull down with his Hilux or whatever. Then, in china, a cherry tree is pulled through the earth - this works on the premise that china is on the other side of the earth, which it is if you live in america. We dont live in america. Some tree in new york should be pulled down. Or a kelp strand in the north atlantic. Dont get me started on the earth's molten core. Fucking shits me.

Dimmy and Butchy are cooking a green chicken curry right now. The kaffir lime leaves smell rotten, Dimmy vetoed peas as an ingredient*, the coconut milk is 'lite', the mae ploy out of date. It'll be great though. I'll post the bookstore's second blog if not, it'll complete a riveting saga. I think I've made something pointless and meaningless enough to cease blogging now. But I've developed a taste.

* Dimmy has a phobia of peas and corn, and while we're on it, temperature-altered air blowing from machines, the ocean, and pumik stumpt.