Liz Seymour and the words


gimp my ride #1
June 9, 2009, 10:16 pm
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9th June 2009

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Unbelievably, my cycling career has once again come up against what seems to be a conspiracy twixt environment and bike manufacturer to fuck any attempts at physical activity right up. I’m the first to sign up to the bespectacled club that is the Apostles of Physical Caution where we all ease ourselves into beanbags and sup lukewarm water out of plastic cups lest someone snag their lip on a stone particle in the ceramic, but I at least gingerly relish the occasional opportunity to pretend I’m throwing my habitual self-preservatory caution to the rather gusty wind.
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Interpretive Dance: Why I Miss Being 19
March 29, 2006, 10:32 am
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When I was twenty I suddenly, in a fit of pique and obsession, busted out of my family home and moved interstate.

In the years between being released from advanced daycare and boarding a plane to Perth, however, I’d been working in arts administration, which had led me to several shitty voluntary positions in several gratefully exploitative arts institutions. One of these subsequently led to a paid job, at a certain metropolitan arts college, helping to organise some insane modern opera set in a former hippie commune outside Melbourne. All fun and games, and working at the College was a modestly sized laugh as well.

Now, I realise my level of cynicism may be higher than the recommended daily output, but then we all have our art-appreciation limit; I challenge anyone claiming otherwise to maintain their stance after watching a my good friend James’ graduation recital involving a bassoon, a bear costume, and some very dubious wailing.

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