Monthly Archives: November 2009

If you like James Blunt, you may also like…

  • Talking about your feelings
  • Crying yourself to sleep
  • Furrowing your brow
  • Giving meaningful looks
  • Talking baby talk to your spouse
  • Despairing at life
  • Kittens

You will love these women

One of the best things about the interwebs, I think, is the sheer volume of sensational women hanging about the place. Here (in no particular order) are a few that I love/admire/LOL at regularly/cyber-stalk.

Maureen Johnson (@maureenjohnson)

Pretty sure I’ve blogged about Maureen before. She’s a young adult fiction writer from New York (author of Suite Scarlett, 13 Little Blue Envelopes, Girl At Sea, Devilish and lots of others). I don’t remember how I stumbled upon her blog, but I fell in love with it before I read any of her books (which are also ace), which to me signals somebody who really gets it. Maureen is BFFs with the internet and social media, and clearly knows a) who her audience is and b) how to talk to them. She is also a Twitter (@maureenjohnson) and Facebook machine. I can’t count the number of author blogs I’ve read, but out of all of them – Neil Gaiman’s included – Maureen’s is the only one I check into on a regular basis. She is so, so funny – go read. Go!

Natalie Tran (@natalietran)

Natalie Tran is the very clever and funny Australian girl behind Community Channel on YouTube. She’s loltacular. I can’t say much more than that really, just watch this video. (For some reason WordPress isn’t letting me embed video today. Rude.)

Robyn Wilder (@orbyn)

Robyn is a longtime blogger, fellow Domestic Slut, highly entertaining and insightful writer and all-round pocket rocket. I had the bittersweet pleasure of getting to know Robyn just months before leaving the motherland to come home to Oz. Shocking timing, but better late than never.

You need to read her blog. Especially this post and this one and definitely this one. Oh gosh, and this one, which is fucking hilarious. And this one, which nearly made me cry. (Me! Stone-hearted me!)

The other thing about Robyn is that, like most of the bloggers I’ve met IRL, she is absolutely bloody lovely, and as funny in person as she is in print. Not to mention a human storage facility of excellent writing advice. (Oh get me, I’ve come over all gushy.)

Sian Meades (@sianysianysiany)

Siany is the clever kitten behind Domestic Sluttery, and one of the few people I know who don’t just have great ideas but actually act on them. I feel this is a pretty crucial part of the genius process.

Sian is that friend you have who, while you’re writing a book, has actually sat down and written one (and I have the memory of a celebratory hangover to prove it). She is gutsy and able in a “Who says I can’t do insert notoriously challenging activity here?” way, and rapidly becoming an online force to be reckoned with. She’s also fantastically fun, great to get drunk with and a brilliant Hay Festival camping buddy. Oh, and she made me a Domestic Slut, so I love her.

I also want to mention the other Domestic Sluts, who are all great writers and mavens of cool. Special places in my little bloggy heart for  Gemma Cartwright and Jane Bradley, who make up the original five sluts. Both are fabulous in a real way, not like “Oh, those shoes are fabulous” but “Oh god, look at all the amazing stuff you’ve done, it hardly seems fair that you’re also rather pretty and nice.”

Gosh, I’m going to get some serious hits for all these repetitions of ‘slut’.

Margaret Nelson (@Flashmaggie)

Margaret is a marvellous broad, and I mean that in the best way. She has about a million blogs (okay, four) including one about death, one about clouds, one for her own art and one about… erm, everything else. Oh, and she also writes some great pieces for the Suffolk Humanists and Secularists site. I guess I just really like her because she’s a brilliant example of someone who refuses to shut up about humanism and secularism, even though there are so many people who wish humanists and secularists would just shut up or go away. Or maybe it’s more that god-free types aren’t supposed to be passionate about atheism, we’re just meant to be stoic and roll our eyes a lot. Either way, she’s not doing it and you can’t make her.

Danielle LaPorte (@DanielleLaPorte)

I am new to the brilliance that is Danielle LaPorte. Full credit to LC Hammer (speaking of fabulous broads…) for introducing me to White Hot Truth, now a regular stop for me when I’m in need of creative and entrepreneurial inspiration. I like her a lot. And I like her summary of White Hot Truth:

“for freedom fighting and love. for conscious business. for ruthless compassion, everyday life as art, and in praise of simplicity! for affluence (all forms of it) and passion that persuades.”

Lately I’ve really enjoyed her pieces, 11 Slightly scary ways to become a better you, How to apologise and 11 Tips for dealing with criticism.

Christmas in London V. Christmas in 0z

London must be the greatest city in the world at Christmas time. To be fair, I’ve only ever spent Christmas in two places (Sunshine Coast and London), and it’s quite well documented that I think London is the greatest city in the world anyway, so my opinion may be slightly skewed… but I think I’d be hard pressed to find anyone who’d argue with me about it being the unofficial Home of Christmas Awesome. (Though I’ll accept alternative submissions, with proper documentation of course.)

I hate to be gushy about things (that is obviously a lie), but honestly – the whole thing is just so magical. I love it when all the street decorations and fancy lights and stuff come out. Oxford Street, Regent Street and Carnaby Street are at their sparkliest… sure, they’re also at their most manically, infuriatingly, fist-eatingly busy too, but I can totally deal with that if it means seeing the AMAZING window displays at Selfridges. I think they really outdid themselves with last year’s life-sized Santa Series (Santa on the tube, Santa in a laundromat, Santa at a sushi rail, etc). It was inspired.

Carnaby Snowmen by Abi Skipp

Unfortunately the giant, inflatable, terrifying snowmen with the white, soulless eyes looming over Carnaby Street in a crouch position, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting shoppers and suck the life out of them or possibly drag them back to some evil frosty lair, might have damaged me a little bit, emotionally.

Oh, but the chestnuts? The CHESTNUTS?Roasting? On an OPEN FIRE? I thought that was fiction! No sir. It happens right on Oxford Street and smells incredible. I’ve never actually eaten them (street food in central London? Non merci), but I thoroughly enjoy the fact that they exist.

I could go on and on, but instead I am going to give you a bullet list of things I loved about Christmas in London. We all know how much I love a bullet list.

  • Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. Last year Sherri, Scott and I went ice-skating there on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately the hire skates were so crappy, and the ice was so mutilated and slippery from the day’s skating, that it kind of felt like somebody had attached a small, immobile child to each of my ankles and was forcing me to walk around barefoot in a circle on an olive oil-covered tarpaulin while trying to stay upright. But still… magical.
  • Drinking mulled wine at Borough Market after ordering the craziest variety of dead animals to cook on Christmas Day. Pheasant! WTF?! And GOOSE! That is mental. And awesome.
  • Going to the ballet. Last December I saw both Sleeping Beauty and The Nutcracker at the London Coliseum. Now I want to go every year. *Swoon*
  • Cold weather. So much more Christmassy than 40-degree heat.
  • Hosting a Chrismukah party with Ghetto at the Primrose Palace. Get us with our interfaith household! (Her faith being Judaism and mine being… non-existent.) Bridging cultural gaps and shit! Latkes and candy cane cocktails for everybodeeee!
  • Looking out the window before going to bed on Christmas Eve and crossing fingers, toes and other body parts that it would snow overnight (it didn’t, but still…)

I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t also love Christmas here in Australia, so here is a list of AWESOME things about spending this Christmas on the Sunshine Coast.

  • Seafood instead of dead birds. I mean, dead birds are great, but so are fresh prawns, crayfish, mud crabs and Moreton Bay Bugs.
  • Getting to that point in the afternoon where you think you actually might die from the humidity, and then jumping in a pool/ocean/cold shower.
  • You know how when you were a kid and you wanted to get up REALLY, REALLY early to open presents on Christmas day, but it was still 4:30am and your parents were dead asleep? Well, in Australia that’s probably just about when the sun rises in summer… and frankly, once the sun was up on Christmas Day, presents for us were fair game.
  • Carols by Candlelight! This is one Australian Christmas tradition I really missed in London. The great thing about having Christmas in the middle of summer is that nighttime gatherings of thousands of people  (each holding up a candle and singing Oh Holy Night) at your local park or beach are completely realistic and nobody is liable to get frostbitten. (Mosquito-bitten, sure, but the inventors of RID need to earn their money somehow.) My family has gone to Carols by Candlelight every single year for as long as I can remember, usually at Kings Beach in Caloundra. The coolest thing about Carols by Candlelight, especially when you’re little (aside from the requisite fairy floss machines and sausage sizzle), is running around with multiple glow sticks like a fluorescent maniac at an outdoor underage rave. And then when you get a bit older, finally being allowed to hold a proper lit candle of your own. And then setting fire to the carols guide book and burning yourself with hot wax. (No? Just me?)
  • Last minute, late-night Christmas Eve shopping at the Sunshine Plaza. Only Sunshine Coast peeps will know what I am talking about here. It’s so bad it’s good. And by bad, obviously I mean it makes you want to take your own life by hurling your body, still attached to the seventy-five shopping bags you’re carrying, over the Riverwalk bridge and into the shiny brown waters below. Fa la la la la, la la la laaa.
  • Pavlova
  • My mum’s trifle
  • My mum’s potato salad
  • Actually getting to see my family open their presents from me, and witnessing the looks of joy/dismay/confusion/surprise/disappointment that result.

But other than all these, to me the best thing about Christmas wherever you are celebrating it, is the fact that nobody has to be anywhere. There’s no rushing off to go shopping or go to work or to the pub or to meet a friend for coffee or whatever… and there’s nothing that actually needs to be done, except of course all the cooking and eating and stuff. It’s pretty much the one day of the year when nobody needs to be anywhere, and all there is to do is play board games, watch movies and carb load. Sweet.

Flickr image from Abi Skipp‘s photostream.