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Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com

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consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, June 23, 2001

Things sorta up? Not quite. Bits missing. Bear with me.

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Note: Domain situation sorted out. At the 11th hour, but since when did I do things at any other time? I will try and sort everything out, and make it as smooth as possible, but it's very likely viscerate will go down for at least a little while sometime in the next three-four days. Fret not, my pretties.

This will be the last post until I get things sorted out, though.

I have lots of lovely new plans for the spanky new host and spanky new semester. Wait and see, preciousss.

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Watching Bring It On makes me mildly annoyed that I didn't go to a school that had cheerleaders. Not that I particularly wanted to be that perky-happy, but being thrown a few dozen metres in the air looks like fun. Meanwhile, this movie had perhaps the best opening of any movie I've seen this year:
I'm sexy, I'm cute,
I'm popular to boot.
I'm bitchin', great hair,
the boys all love to stare.
I'm wanted, I'm hot,
I'm everything you're not.
I'm pretty, I'm cool,
I dominate this school.
Who am I? Just guess,
Boys wanna touch my chest.
I'm rockin', I smile,
and many think I'm vile.
I fly and I jump,
You can look but don't you hump.
I major, I roar,
I swear I'm not a whore.
We cheer and we lead,
We act like we're on speed.
you hate us coz we're beautiful,
but we don't like you either
......we're cheerleaders,
......we are cheerleaders
Honestly. What was I doing with my youth?

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Friday, June 22, 2001

So I did this little "What political ideology are you?" thing, and it told me I was lefty scum! Well, I mean, on the grand scheme of things I suppose I am more leftist than the majority of US politics, but that's just because Australia lists to port in general. I'm certainly an Aussie conservative.

If you're interested, my entire listing went:
# 1 Leninist
# 2 Socialist
# 3 Marxist
# 4 Progressive
# 5 Anarchist
# 6 US Liberal
# 7 US Libertarian
# 8 US Conservative

Hah!

(Another link pilfered, this time from porcupine girl's journal.)

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Oooh, this looks like fun. Where you sit at the movies indicates your personality. I am such a 'film fanatic'. Then again, we all knew that already, didn't we?

I missed going to see Tomb Raider last night because I had to write the essay. I'm quite sad about this. I was looking forward to it, because I know - just know, even though reviews have been scathing - that it's a lot of fun and I'm going to enjoy it.

(Happy little linkie pilfered with glee and thanks from Yardsale.)

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Thursday, June 21, 2001

When you start hoping for a couple more days on this essay so you could just get further into the topic, you have to start wondering if maybe you're lost. You're gone. You're an... academic.

Gasp.

It's fascinating, it's enthralling, it's finger-itching-to-turn-pages rivetting. It's the position of women in damn Han China, for DOUG's sake. How am I this interested in something so silly? To be specific, it's the trail from servant girl to Emperor-in-all-but-name that pulls me in. It was so simple. A dancing girl catches the Emperor's eye, becomes a consort, wins his favour by her beauty and intellectual virtue, bears his son, becomes his wife and, after his death, is the Regent for his son. The Empress Dowager, who held all the power of the Emperor himself.

You see girls doing that sort of thing these days? Didn't think so. And Chinese women are so bloody subjugated, are they? Pah. Pah, I say!

Yeah, um... I'll go back to writing the essay then, shall I?

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Wednesday, June 20, 2001

Turn my back for five seconds - five - and somehow my computer knows that I've saved everything and have stopped working and thus will not kill it when it dies. I look back, and the monitor's going ape-shit, like I've told it to load satanic hamster pornography in the wrong resolution or something. Either that, or an alien life-form is trying to send me meaningful messages of cosmic goodwill, although I doubt that. Never know, of course. I turned the entire thing off and left it to sit for twenty minutes while I went to give an entirely spurious pol sci tute.

My playlist segues from Garbage into Megaherz (can't beat that Shirley-purr into German-growl smirk) and I try to beat myself back into reading for my essay. Which is due on Friday. No more time for good behaviour (even if I was, contrary to all available data, behaving well). I can't handle reading and living in a music-free vacuum, though, so I have to have the music going, and now (because I paused to dispatch a shopping trip in there) it's moving from that Grrr-Rawr Rock Me Amadeus into Def FX's "Majick"; psychedelically 80s-reminiscent in the American-Psycho "Some of us are trying to do drugs in here" sort of way.

So much essay to do and I can see how to write a brilliant work that will win me Aat's approval, which I crave, but I can't see how to do it in two days with the material I have. I have to try, though, because I should, and thinking up a new concept will take too much time and effort anyway. But with so much essay, so many other things are falling over. Like my email communication, lapsed now shamefully. I haven't emailled an old friend to arrange coffee, and she's probably justified in the voodoo dolls she's making of me. I haven't emailled old school friends about returning home in a week. I haven't emailled Drioux in forever, and I miss communicating with him. And I haven't emailled Hamilton, and every time I visit his site, there's something more to talk to him about. A marvellous young man, that one, saved only from complete fixation by his unfortunate animal preferences. The search for the perfect male continueth.

The music moves forward, never looking back, into Orgy's wall-of-sound take on "Blue Monday", and I bow to the inevitable and return to the machinations of the women of Han China. Hey nonny nonny and blood all over the place. (2 points)

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"Do you think she's deeply and significantly talented?"

Spoken with the careful, drunk, enunciation of Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Sunglasses down the nose and an eyebrow-raising: "Oh my Goodness!" It's been going through my head. Who knows why. I think my abuse of sleep is catching up with me. It's my favourite line from that movie. Je likes the part about the toy boys forming a union. Bk just loves the movie. I didn't think it was anything really that hugely special. Culturally important, sort of. Maybe.

My body has the worst timing. I will not elaborate on this point.

Time is running out. I can't shake this feeling. Five days until I go home, and things are still everywhere. Literally. My room looks like my life exploded inside it, and I have to have it packed up before I leave. Intellectually, too, because I just haven't got my mind in any fit state to take it back to my parents.

Things will work out. They always do. One day they won't, and I am just going to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. My associates will think it is a mental breakdown, and maybe, just maybe, they will be right.

(I am not as unhinged, depressed or delusional as you may think.)

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Monday, June 18, 2001

Well, Croupier certainly wasn't what I was expecting. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, but that wasn't precisely it. This was... less ascetic? I wasn't expecting something quite so mundanely sordid. But it was very satisfying indeed. A movie that ran on vodka and cynicism. My kind of flick.

Mr Owen, our delightful lead, was not, however, in possession of as delightful a voice as I was led to believe. Yes, it was smooth, it was verging on the sensuous, it wouldn't be turned back if it wanted to whisper a few sweet nothings or lewd suggestions in my ear, but it doesn't make the top ten list. It certainly doesn't deserve the Sean Connery comparison made in one review. It was nowhere near that good.

However, as a quote from the official website declares, there is some similarity between Owen and Connery. It's in his dark quiet. In the sitting, watching, of the predator even if Owen's Jack is a behavioural, conceptual, predator (a writer - and yes I did see myself in Jack now and then; a writer and a Gemini, how could I not?) as opposed to Connery's Bond, the actual, physical predator.

Most enjoyable. Not high art. Not spectacular, but good. Unusual. The sort of film that should be made more often in preference to, say, half the stuff Hollywood turned out this year.

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Wide awake again, five or six hours sleep later. Still perky, still far too alert and full of life to consider doing anything but heading into Civic with good friends, relaxing in Starbucks with good coffee (or a close facsimile thereof), talking, laughing, living, heading home eating chicken-salted chips straight from the bag.

I have an essay to write, but so what? I also have a life to live.

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Five am, and I'm still awake. It's not even a stretch when you roleplay all night. Should I push on until dawn? I would, but there's a guy in Spain telling me I should get some sleep. I'll show him. I'll give his characer a heart-attack. Muahaha.

The sky outside looks like it's on fire already, lights on the clouds again. I've been looking at it all night, burning out my window. There won't be much sunrise to be seen.

But I honestly don't care.

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Sunday, June 17, 2001

I love the way my playlist segues from Insurge's "I Hate Stupid People" into "Vogue" by Madonna.

There's a message there for all of us, I think.

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Everything I want in a movie review. No, seriously. Good fun. This place is great.

I'm still going to see Tomb Raider in the first couple of days, though. Being friends with Kr necessitates it. She adores Ms Croft, and swiftly got me addicted to her after lending me one of the games. I still haven't finished the game because I spent too much time admiring Lara's funky moves and not enough time solving puzzles, and just got bored before I could finish. It was so much damn fun, though, and I actually can't wait for the movie.

I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy Croupier more, though, and not just because the narrator apparently has a voice worthy of my top ten swoonable voices list. It just looks like a damn fine movie. I'll let you know. You knew I would, right?

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(I am here, really I am. Just... not saying very much.)

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