alright, i’m not stopping

I was going to do a wind-up post and not blog any more, on account of a new year’s resolution to get down to writing my novel, one third of which is a blog (not mine, a fictional one), so i figured i should stop this and do that. But look, it’s April, the fictional blog’s not advancing and I haven’t wound this one up. What’s more, I keep coming across moments and ideas that beg for just a quick entertaining entry… so far I’ve resisted, but now we have a massive continuity hole and still no final post.

So fuck it, I’m back. A fictional blog takes longer (ask me if you don’t see why) and I think the book will have to wait till I have that sort of time. In the meantime, I just can’t quite let go of this sexy technology’s spurious offer to make sense of my life.

It’s fitting, I suppose, that the thing that enticed me back to the blogospere was someone else’s blog about me…

models take it off for art

at the art gallery of nsw

Originally uploaded by Illuminata.

From Volante, the students’ voice of the University of South Dakota, comes this charming and almost perfectly tasteful article about life modelling as a slightly racy but respectable casual job, ideal for students. The going rate here in Sydney, by the way, is around $25/hr.

At right, c’est moi, in the Old Courts of the Art Gallery of NSW, separated from the Sunday hoi polloi only by a flimsy structure of easels draped with purple velvet. To read of the inevitable, click on the photo.