Archive for July, 2004

Gone Fishin’

Sunday, July 4th, 2004

I won’t be around again until sometime much later in the week. Like all good smug marrieds, Stu and I are going away for a jaunt in the country for a wee while. We leave in a few hours. Am I excited? Fuck yeah. This will be the third time we’ve been away together but the first ‘proper’ time, the other occasions being a trip to Queensland late last year for family purposes, and a weekend earlier last year where we spent the entire time in bed…asleep. Kids, if you’re going away somewhere nice, try to make sure that you catch up on sleep and recover from your working week before you leave.

It will be nice to get away from stuff for a while, and to have some time just to relax and chill out. We’re heading up to the Dandenongs, where I haven’t been in ages, hence the excitement. Mmm, mid-winter bushwalking! Also possibly horse riding, although Stu is a bit sus of that one. He’s just recently purchased a digitial camera too (snap snap, grin grin) so there will no doubt be plenty of instances of me telling him to take photos of the pretty scenery, and discovering he’s taken several shots of my arse as I walk ahead of him.

We’ll be staying in a darling little B&B with no small children in sight to boot, which makes me feel absolutely yuptastic. I’m not sure if I can redeem myself from this, even though I will be yupping out while working on some particularly odd pieces of fiction (by my own standards) and clad in non-traditional yuppie couture such as my Red Meat Bug-Eyed Earl t-shirt.

It’ll be swell. See you sometime later in the week!

Call for Submissions – Lustre Magazine

Sunday, July 4th, 2004

New Australian webzine Lustre is seeking submissions of high-quality erotica. Their first issue is to be launched in September, with new issues published quarterly.

If I may get on my high horse for a moment (and I may, because it’s my damn blog so I’ll do as I wish), it’s about goddamn time someone did something like this. Since the demise of Australian Women’s Forum and, if I may be so egotistical, to a much lesser extent the zine I used to co-edit, Eroticus, there hasn’t been any sort of outlet in Australia for erotic writing beyond that offered by Picture magazine’s (or is it People? I always get the two confused) dubious letters pages. And you know, sometimes people want more than a dodgily written 300 word piece about a highly improbable situation involving threesomes (‘How I Discovered My Girlfriend Was Bisexual All Along’). Some of you might be thinking right about now ‘wow, Aimee, you sure know a lot about the content of this magazine you’re hanging shit on.’ I do have to confess that many a year ago I did receive a nice cheque from Mr Packer for some writing of high dubious veracity (considering it was a “true story”) and similar quality. This is what happens when you have to adhere to a magazine’s house style, and that house style consists of capitalising “naughty” words and is prone to discussing female anatomy in terms of “norks” and “beef curtains”. Sorry, that should read “NORKS!!!!” and “BEEF CURTAINS!!!”

I have no integrity.

Anyway, I seem to have gotten a little sidetracked, as is my wont. Should you want to submit something to what looks like being a fine magazine, go and check out their submissions page for more details.

Cheers to tom for letting me know about this.

Super Happy Fun Stress Heart Attack!

Thursday, July 1st, 2004

The big news I received today was a letter from Uni informing me that I have been offered conditional acceptance to begin Honours in English Literature at the beginning of next semester. Hurrah! Also, eep! Honours has always been part of the Great Uni Plan for me (other parts of the Great Uni Plan, or GUP, have consisted of staying awake during lectures and trying to avoid clueing my tutors into the fact that, while I do a lot of additional reading for tutorials as well as essays, I have a terrible tendency to make stuff up as I go along). I’ve wondered at times if it was going to happen, or if I was making the right decision, all that sort of thing. The truth is, though, that it’s what I’ve wanted to do for a really long time, and if I really thought I was going to get nothing out of all this, I would never have studied Arts in the first place. The humanities are what I’ve always had a passion for, and I consider my undergraduate degree to be the building blocks for the education and to some extent the life I want. I think this is potentially a very expensive way of looking at things.

I did mention that the offer is conditional. It’s conditional only on my passing this semester; I’ve met all the other Honours criteria already. Unless I am very much mistaken and have overestimated my academic performance this semester, I don’t think passing is going to be a problem. It’s been a hectic and stressful semester but I’ve come out of it relatively successfully, even if in the aftermath my brain has run screaming into the ether. Hence, it’s pretty unlikely that I won’t be starting Honours in a couple of weeks, and about a week after I find out for sure. I love the timely manner in which Monash administrates things.

I’m pleased, and excited, and a little dazed. I’ve been preparing for this for a while; I’ve even had a couple of meetings with my thesis supervisor, and I’ve picked my coursework subject for the coming semester (not that that was hard, given there was a choice of three, one of which I have absolutely no interest in and one of which is run by the creepyass professor I like to call King Leer). It all just feels kind of strange; I feel a little displaced or something, but I couldn’t tell you why.

My family are all really happy for me, and were very excited when I rang them all today. My brother-in-law in particular was very enthusiastic and chatty, but I think that might have been less to do with him wanting to be congratulatory and supportive and more to do with the fact that my sister has just gone back to work and he’s looking after the kids, and he’s desperate to have a conversation with someone who can form full sentences and isn’t prone to discussing the antics of Maisy the Mouse at length.

In other news, my nine-month-old niece took her first steps on Monday. It’s been something of a bumper week for my family so far.