listening to aeroplanes on aeroplanes

i caught the ferry to the modern art museum.
saw a giant chair and packet of smokes.


saw this which was mildly disturbing (had to take secret photos because there was no photographia in the museum).


penny for your thoughts?


"colleagues"


you should probably know that in Venice, buying counterfeit dildos is a criminal offence...


celine, the sweetest roomie ever. didn't even mind when i hit her in the face in my (and her) sleep.


we went to burano. every house was a different colour and it was, without a doubt, the most beautiful place i've ever been:










back on the boat. cruising and so on.


more "colleagues". the little blonde one is my phd supervisor! <3 u jill.




<3 u 2 the grave venice xxxxx

venice is not sinking

mandatory gondola pic:


canals:


Venice HJ's. There was also a Hard Rock Cafe. I considered setting them both on fire and letting everyone inside burn alive.


You can drink alcohol on the street here. You can buy picollos and beers from any deli for like 1 euro. Naturally I have been doing a lot of that:


St Mark's Square is the only dry zone. Weird because these tables are perfect beer drinking places.


Pretty red street lights:


I even met a sausage dog in a museum! Nina:


St Marks Basilica. They actually have a thorn from THE Crown of Thorns and one of the nails used to nail Jesus to the cross, in a glass case:




The church on the island I'm staying on:


Danger! Museum!


The best taxidermy ever. I seriously considered trying to get this back to Australia somehow:


My "dorm":


One of the other "dorms":


The view from my bedroom window:


Little jetty next to my dorm:


I'm going to ce p'esaro today to see some Klimt paintings! <3 Italy.

yessssssss

More than a little excited about this:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/07/23/2634078.htm?section=entertainment

i would like to own these things

only 12 more days until i go overseas again. i am hideously disorganised and have a constant sick feeling in my stomach about all the shit i have to do before i leave. i have to give a talk at a conference in venice and i have nothing to wear. i also haven't planned the talk (less concerning). after venice i'm locking myself up in a room in the forest in new york state and writing THE SHIT out of my PhD because when i get back i start my research fellowship. this is exciting because i will finally start making some money from my 7 years of full time tertiary education. naturally, i have been spending my days online shopping for things i might like to purchase when i begin said job and subsequent money making...

obviously, a sausage dog:


then, a range of hilarious outfits in which to dress said sausage dog:




a dead animal to hang on the wall:


a dead animal to put on the floor:


i've always wanted a tv in the bathroom. the mirror in this bathroom is also a tv, amazement! i want a mirror tv thing:


these lights, particularly in the kitchen:


kitchen will also contain heart shaped le creuset pots:


kitchen aid:

i really want this little monkey:

and intend on becoming a crazy old spinster with a room full of books like this:


I LOVE THINGS.

destino

I went to the Dali exhibition in Melbourne on the weekend and watched this in it's entirety:

So beautiful.

schnitzel von krumm

Does anyone remember Schnitzel von Krumm?

I saw a stuffed toy of him yesterday in a shop window and completely lost my shit. I'm going to go buy it later and give it to my nephew who, by the way, is the cutest child ever in the world:

Anyway, when I was in NYC I went to Daschund Spring Fiesta in Washington Square Park. It was the greatest day of my life. We sung a song called 'Ode to the Sausage Dog'. I saw this dog:

and cried. I can't wait to get my own weiner dog. I'm going to call him Hans van Dongen after this guy:

who is my science hero.

So now you know, I'm one of those creepy people who loves dogs too much and is obsessed with a 40-something ex-astrophysicist.

my closest friend, linoleum

i'm sick. my housemates aka the two most amazing poofs ever:

are also sick. everyone is puking and excreting like their lives depend on it.

i now have to add mexican food to the list of things i cannot eat because once they made me sick:

1. mexican (number one with a bullet)
2. indian - this was a good one, I had to go to emergency and the indian intern asked me what i had eaten and i was too embarrassed to tell him in case he thought i was racist
3. condensed milk
4. the spa (not technically a food but last time i went in the spa i was sick for days)
5. cream puffs (had been out of the fridge on a hot day - was own fault)
6. warm grated cheese (had also been out of fridge for ages - was also own fault)
7. any food in america (when i came home from nyc last year i had a parasite in my intestines that ate all my food - it is still there and is the primary reason i'm not obese. the doctor says i should go see a gastroenterologist but i love my parasite. am too scared to eat any food in america ever again though in case i swallow the antidote parasite)

i need some flat lemonade and dry biscuits.