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Recent Posts((((()))))------------ A Dandelion!August 30th 2006 11:28
("Of parentheses I may be too fond - and will be on my guard in this respect -. But I am certain that no work of empassioned & eloquent reasoning ever did or could subsist without them - They are the drama of Reason - & present the thought growing, instead of a mere Hortus siccus.")
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge) (Hortus siccus = a dry garden) 
 La Renaissance patisserie francaise, dans La RocksAugust 29th 2006 04:12
If you walked down Argyle Street in the Rocks with your mother, looking for a quick bite to eat before heading to the piers for an exhibition, you might wander into this sweet-smelling corridor also.
 We squeezed in line and exchanged platitudes of the oh I think you were next variety to order at the counter along with those there for coffee and takeaway baguettes and cakes, the latter for which La Renaissance is renowned.   Cross to my mother who drinks her coffee long and black, spurning the delights of sugar and milk, who says anything tastes good after Canadian attempts on the Americano, which required much modification via extra shots and the like on my parents recent jaunt to Canuckville. No, my tastes are fully adjusted to the Sydney coffee-zone, and this coffee was quite lovely, complete with tasteful and well-executed coffee art.    Lucky for them I still had a chocolate eclair to hoe into, whilst passing the disgustingly citrus concoction off to my mother. Mixing dairy and citrus was NEVER a good idea. Grrrr. La Renaissance is open seven days 8.30am - 6.00pm. Stop in and say salut but beware the lurking liquer.
If Coleridge were a coffee connoisseur...August 26th 2006 05:04
Nothing pulls you out of pointless, indulgent, wallowing self-pity like reading about someone else's. Poor Samuel T. Coleridge was a chronic whinger, and frankly he inspires me to cut the crap. Don't get me wrong, there are glimmers of poetic genius - but there would have to be in a lifetime of deluded grandeur and lyrical waxings.
Mr C also inspires me to get on with it. The perfect procrastinator, he scribbled his musings in notebooks, often unintelligible, full of slashes and dashes and squiggles, and left so much unperfected, unpublished. A mere germ of an idea here, a few lines of philosophical fantasy there. For a prolific writer, he rarely produced finished products. And here am I, deadlines approaching, battling through the life and times of a man who, when he got anything done, was often half-assed about it. Better not to try than to fail, he thought. Better to expound in all manner of informal scrawlings (letters, marginalia, scribbles on his own works, scraps of paper) than finish a poem anyone could assume was a measure of his potential and have it criticised. So maybe I won't put my heart and soul into this paper. Who wants to know what they're capable of, when instead they could walk the earth with the quiet smugness of unlimited potential? Instead, perhaps, I will wander the streets of Sydney drinking cappuccinos with whoever cares to join me and letting the caffeinated energy evaporate into the air like heat from the cup - wasted, irretrievable potential. Coffee gets cold by itself, but it doesn't get hot by itself. 
"This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time." -- Fight Club.
Where I'd live if I lived in Glebe: Home.CafeAugust 22nd 2006 07:20
Oh. Wow. Breakfast. It's just possible I died and went to heaven.
The Big Five:
Nyaw - pumpkin!August 19th 2006 02:14
Late Night Coffee: Industrie!August 14th 2006 22:58
The mystery Miss E and I spent 10 minutes last night at about 7 o'clock wandering between St James and Wynyard station looking for a coffee.
Specifically, we wanted hot chocolate - we were tired and I had a train ride I was not interested in being gee-ed up for.
Surry Hills - the language of trendAugust 10th 2006 06:45
Surry Hills, somewhere between Newtown and the Eastern suburbs. Close enough to Oxford St to be full of people of particular persuasion, far enough from the CBD to be without suits and cigarettes.
So the rumour mill was pumping with the exciting speculation that somewhere in Surry Hills, there was a shit little boutique store with $35 dresses. So Miss E and I went to investigate.
Well Connected - I couldn't find the wellJuly 27th 2006 04:26
If it were acceptable to dis Well Connected in Glebe, then it would be called Disconnected.
Solid sustenance in SE AsiaJuly 21st 2006 14:55
What do they eat in SE Asia? (in no particular order)
1. Stray dogs. Okay, to be fair, this is a minority - a crazed hill tribe in the North of rural Laos. But we were privy to a sight I wish I wasn't the other day - an entire truck stacked full of mangey dogs in tiny tiny tiny cages all squashed in, stinking and crying and whimpering and generally making the Westerners seriously uncomfortable. No refrigeration means they kill everything on site and don't much care what happens to them in the meantime.
Liquid refreshments in a hot, wet countryJuly 18th 2006 14:43
What do they drink in Laos? (in no particular order)
1. Lemon juice with the very minimum of sugar and lots of ice. Okay, it IS good on a hot day. And every day IS hot.
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