Raining Chaos

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  • Granite Island, The Wind, and the Beginning of Proof

    I love things that are packed full of jam, pickles, and other kinds of action. So this weekend I took a trip down to Victor Harbour and Granite Island.

    Everyone told me it’d be cold, but for all the 10°C – 14°C, it wasn’t all that cold. I attribute this to my Rhodes and Beckett attire and the fact that Sydney has worse winters by far.

    It was wet, cold and windy but I didn’t mind at all – I was loving it! However the farmer’s markets weren’t faring as well – I saw a few tents tip over – so they had to shut down early. I didn’t get my chance to spend money here, which was a good and bad thing, since I probably won’t visit again… ever?

    It also meant the horse drawn tram wasn’t in action to Granite Island, but that was okay as I discovered it wasn’t a horse-drawn carriage. I was anticipating some good old, old fashioned horse carriages, but the picture advertising it depicted a giant bus-like thing drawn by horses, so I was disappointed without actually being disappointed. Instead I got to walk along the giant bridge-thing to the small island with big rocks and penguins that didn’t show!

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  • The Ephemery

    Welcome to my dream word, The Ephemery.

    Lose yourself in time, in blurred reality;

    Live and re-live your life in pursuit of enlightenment…

    In no hope, the darkness consumes you;

    In freedom, the chaos releases you.

    All leads to end.

  • Black Winter Luxury

    Welcome to truffle!

    Tasmanian, black, winter, fragrant, beautiful goodness!

  • Reine’s winter wonderfuls

    So first time living alone, I am left utterly to my own devices for everything! And considering I don’t like the word budget, instead preferring terms like “marginal propensity to spend” and “I allocate and redirect resources,” I have done a fair few bits of experimental cooking.

    Hence, my Adelaidean winter wonderfuls. Winter here has actually been nice so far – I hated Sydney winters and everyone told me Adelaide was cold, super cold. But I’ve been loving it – apart from having a fit with the sporadic rain – the chill is so pleasant!

    Mushrooms, goat curd on rosemary and potato sourdough, egg

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  • Apothecary 1878

    So I’ve been looking for a replacement for Rockpool Bar and Grill, thinking I’d never find one, but lo and behold, after strolling down a dodgy-looking part of the city on a Sunday afternoon, I ran across a little treasure-looking-like place. That’s when I found out that it was a cute little wine bar that has all Victorian decor, and does high tea on Saturdays!

    So I did a little research on it, and apparently it won best wine list in South Australia (cause Rockpool wins for Australia!). Plus they don’t advertise their list online, so I had to visit. My expectations were: giant wine list, and servings by the half glass, and was secretly hoping for varietal specific Riedels.

    Of course, when I got there, they do indeed have a noteworthy wine list! Plenty of quotes throughout, as well as a Provenance to read through. Except… the list was much much smaller than I expected. Maybe 20 pages? I’m sorry, but I wanted a Rockpool-thick encyclopedia! They did have a great range of 75mL “tasters”, served in baby Riedels, which made me happy. Plus they were incredibly cheap at $5 – $5.50 per serving, considering at Rockpool I’m paying $16 for 75mL for their reserve stuff.

    And while they don’t serve burgers, they do have a highly respectable bar menu much like Rockpool Bar and Grill, with excellent presentation and great range.

    Goat curd, pink peppercorns and honey toast

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  • Sestina – “Tides”

    Sestina – “Tides”

    Stumbling awkwardly, reacting at reality,

    Fumbling in the stark darkness

    where the only guide is: the chime of time

    the pain of flight through life

    the held breath of the gamble as we chance that dance

    Through all that is eternal.

     

    Walk slowly, gain certainty through senses in the eternal

    Realms that render such resplendent reality.

    Walk slowly, with poise, confidence, then gracefully dance

    and dash with daring through the darkness,

    Weave, weft, warp in the loom that is life

    and ties into the threads of time.

     

    Rise high and fly – it is time

    For elation and euphoria of the experience in the eternal

    Flight of fleeting life.

    From lofty levels, look what is left in all reality,

    The harshness of darkness

    Entrances, one glance and the dance-

     

    What dance?

    Freeze the time

    In frigid darkness

    Unchanging eternal.

    This is the cold reality,

    Fragility of life.

     

    What is life,

    But a dance

    through reality

    and time:

    A journey of light through eternal

    Darkness.

     

    Embrace the darkness,

    Melt the soft snow, and let it breathe life.

    Embrace the ebb and flow of the eternal,

    Quick, slow – quick quick slow- and dance

    The dance of time

    Entwined with reality.

     

    Define the darkness to your dance,

    Tune your life to the tick of time

    And eternal bliss becomes reality.

  • Timeless Reality

    aka Ristrel goes power tripping after seeing Timeless Chaos

    What happens in this moment, only happens in this moment. I see it as it is, even as a plethora of possibilities lay eager to be invoked at my whim, yet I wait, and the future feels right. I am the maelstrom, and the world is the eye; I see the whirlwind of “if only,” “but,” “what if” while these mortals plod along their linear path, unburdened by the impossible that only eternity provides.

    I am the beholder, and they travel in my “now.” With a thought, their past is no longer theirs, and their future is mine. All that is real, what was, what is, what will be, and what never was, are part of my consciousness as I exist in every time stream. I see, I play, I pull, and what you are is what I want you to be as I give you your memories, your dreams and aspirations, and your sorrows and fears.

    You do not live as time passes; you live as I give you everything around you, piece by piece. There is no time – you are fed through the threads of reality, and I am the Reality Weaver.

  • Black and white magic + deconstruction

    So today I was coffeeing it up and decided to try and see if I could order a “magic” and see if it would work. But of course, being the coffee nub that I am, it managed to backfire.

    I thought I was cool by asking, “if I ordered a magic, what would you give me?”

    And was uncooled by the barista’s response of, “black or white?”

    MIND BLOWN!

    Now that I know, it sounds twice as awesome as before, but who would ever want to walk up to the counter and say, “I’d like a white magic please.” I mean, black magic is just so much cooler, though I don’t think I could handle one of them. Not unless it was the most amazing beans mmmmmmm.

    In any case, it’s just as cool  to say “double ris three quarter flat white” very quickly because it makes you sound amazing PLUS the barista will understand it just fine.

    And one day I might make the following:

    Deconstructed Apple Pie

    Elderflower jelly, cinnamon apple sauce, fresh apple mince, dehydrated raspberry bits and shortbread crumbs, sugar crystal topped shortbread, fresh elderflowers.

    I really need to do a deconstruction one day.

  • The Trippy Trollolol

    Apparently my theories are so crazy that making a visual narrative sounded like fun. Unfinished, will never be finished. But so ominoussssssss.

    The art is only complete once experienced by the audience.

  • Raymond E Feist is a scary man

    Because it’s so freakish that my ideas and his are pretty much IDENTICAL. I get the idea, and in a few months time, I see them in his most recently published book. It’s like we both thought the exact same thing at the exact same time.

    HOW

    And he’s just finished the most epic series ever and I’ve got a few thousand words of random ramblings.

    AAH.

    Infinity this, incomprehensible that, everything eternal, godly, immortal and being and void. His (*cough* my *cough*) stuff is amazing. Can’t wait to finish the book.