Sick Sad World
What strange adventures life brings.

I have ceased working twelve hour days with two jobs. I quite stupid insurance claims processing and office temp work to end up as a videographer for some random wedding video business that is run out of a home in the suburbs of melbourne. I sit down for lunch with the family. Sit and eat strange things. There are two kids. One is a baby the other is two and a half. There is also a nanny who looks after them. The family is Turkish. I go to there house and I edit strange things. Banal wipes and dissolves. The pointless bells and whistles that scream, horror.

What is going on.
I have no idea.

Somehow I am meant to be writing a mini thesis.
Digital media, glitch, rhythm, syncopation, absence.
It all beings with quantisation.
No art wank.

Instead I buy motorcycle apparel.
For some reason I have ended up buying a bike. A suzuki RGV 250.
I am afraid I will kill myself. It's exciting. A romance with mortality.

I pick it up next week.

Another year has passed, it's always news to me.
Like a smack in the face.