Jhuny

Well THAT was a fantastic Easter Weekend, wasn't it? I mean, it started out slow (experimenting with customising MySpace pages over Good Friday) but there's nothing like a seventeen hour party to get the festivities going. Actually, after that effort I was pretty much a wreck for the rest of the party season but I had a good time. And its only now that I feel like I've recovered. Easter Tuesday and I'm sweating out all the fun of the weekend and ohmigod I spent the morning standing on my head way to get over it all.

The last couple of weeks I've been suffering from a persistent cold. From uncontrollable sneezing to aches and fatigue, it was hard to get over it after doing full days of rehearsals and by pre-Easter Monday I just had to take the sickie that I should have taken at the start of the whole ordeal. Wasn't really inspired to blog about anything. But thank God I was feeling much better by the weekend, and I guess the alcohol did its thing and killed off the bugs. JPB still has a nagging cough that keeps you up all night though...

I have to sort out my resume. Woah! When did I last write one of those? I dug a couple out of my backups, they go way back to 2002. Double woah! I guess I didn't need a resume to get into Bangarra.

And the things you need to do to update it! I had two: the first one was written in the vain hope that I could get the kind of job (and pay) I had before all this dance hoo-ha began but, being at the wrong end of a IT jobs slump (and despite having had such a position only the year before) it was fat chance I was ever going to be a software engineer in too much of a hurry. Tried to update it but decided that at the moment I don't have much of a need for a resume that describes the developmental outcomes for the implementation of the blah-blah-blah system or whatever.

It was more straight-forward to modify the dance-orientated 2002 resume but, still, as if I need to specify my landline number (like as if I ever use my home phone except for calling for taxis and take-away). And does anyone care what I got in high school now that I'm THIRTY? (not like it was all that necessary at TWENTY-FIVE, I guess...) And there was a distinct lack of URLs that now seem quite necessary. Sepcifying in my resume my Bangarra performance history was a bit convoluted, too. There's been three different versions of the Clan program; only Unaipon is the common thread, the others have works from other programs. When spelling it all out on my resume I felt like I was repeating myself. But not really. Sounds confusing and, considering it's all on the first page, its not a good thing.

Like as if you need resumes nowadays anyway. Its all about the networks and ready portfolios and showreels and stuff. Don't tell us, show us. Not as if I know, I haven't looked for a job in quite a few years now...

Tags: resume, Bangarra

Post Corporate Gig for Bangarra sponsors Qantas and Jhuny is well on the way to getting very drunk. Scene of the crime: Stonewall. Twelve o'clock and Jhuny "The Boy" had just turned thirty. Whoop 'de do! I have no idea when I got home but I think it was a very civilised half-past-two.

What wasn't civilised was the hangover. Didn't get to work until twelve OOPS! which, for us, is about the beginning of rehearsals. It wasn't until the end of the day, after sweating and jumping around in lines and around the room, that I started to get over the hangover. Which was the perfect time to start drinking again. JPB took me out to dinner, we went out with some friends to the Cricketers for more drinks before coming home to get even more inebriated, finally falling into bed at seven in the morning. The dawn was beautiful.

Welcome to my thirties!!! It's been wonderful so far. The day after was the Cinemoves screening at Sydney Dance Company. It's pretty safe to say that none of you went. The few people that did attend had the pleasure of enjoying a brilliant program of Australian dance films. Lots of leftover food and wine. Went home and was still exhausted from the previous night that I was asleep before twelve.

But Sunday was lovely. Went to a very late brunch with a friend and her man, dropped by the Lord Roberts for a late afternoon bevvy before settling in to see an Irishman become Australian Idol. Lots of talent in the Final 12 but didn't they find it hard to all sing together? Never to be minding.

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No amount of pink stripes and headings can disguise the fact that this blog has not been very gay lately. That thought occurred to me as I'm reading the various blog posts collected at Pinkboard and through all the whingeing and carrying on about rehabilitation, and touring around the country, all I've got in the last three months that suggests same-sex orientation is a cursory mention of the mystery man JPB and some random comment from an ex-housemate.

Well anyway here goes nothing: I AM GAY.

I'm so happy (gay, even) to hear that Kylie's touring again. I think that my ticket is for her first performance back, which will be amazing to go to. I was sitting in a cafe in Toowoomba and they were playing Kylie's Showgirl DVD and I was watching her perform Red Blooded Woman thinking "wow this is so gay".

The movie channels at the hotels that we've stayed at have all been playing Brokeback Mountain.

I'm glad I got that off my chest.

Tags: gay blog Kylie Minogue brokeback mountain.

PS I know that QP did a similar kind of post yesterday but at the very least he was being QueerActivist. I've just been a dancer (and, no, I've met enough straight male dancers, you can't just make any kinds of assumptions!).

When DM gave me my first set of crutches he assumed that I was his height and consequently set it a couple of notches too short. Walking around was a real bitch until GF pointed out that it was too low for me.

Since then I catapult down the footpath almost as fast as an able-bodied Jhuny would. I'm usually a relatively fast walker and I get incredibly frustrated with slow pedestrians, especially when they're supposed to be walking alongside with you. But even with crutches I end up overtaking slow walkers. Big groups of slow walkers piss me off because they break the rhythm that I've just built up. Have they no consideration for folks that have to hobble on crutches? It's bad enough that I have to get from the Circular Quay bus stop to the Opera House everyday to get treatment without having to deal with slack-legged tourists.

Yes, I get impatient easily. No, having crutches changes nothing.

So where the bloody hell are ya?

Blink and you'll miss me...

Previously: Rainbow Valley.

Tags: Bangarra, Australia, Commercial

I opened the door to reveal a dark room with corrugated iron walls. The stacked chairs threatened to fall on me. At the very back I could make out a refridgerator and a sofa stacked on it's side. At my feet was a television and a computer monitor. Stacks and stacks of boxes.

So this is my life, then? All stuffed into a space no bigger than your average bathroom. Lucky for me I had sold my bed, there was no way it was going to all fit. I get the sense that there is alot, and that I have alot of junk, remembering that my washing machine and heaters are being loaned out to friends, and my car is parked out the front of the storage place. Then again, I don't own a house...

I found room to store a couple of last boxes and locked the door. It was kind of liberating to do that, like I was now living a slimmed-down version of my life. Surely the great Buddha realised that getting rid of your material possessions was good not to reach a higher spirituality but because moving is just such a bitch. Sometimes I fantasise about that room being nukes, obliterating all of that unnecessary stuff.

Being on opposite sides of the city from JPB got quite annoying. Besides, after *living* in the west (albeit extremely close to the city) for eight months I realise that I'm simply not a west end girl. Sure I only really spent at most two months there but it was enough to decide that I really don't need the space of a one-bedroom apartment at the moment in my life and that I would rather be where the action happens. Faced with a seven-week stint in Melbourne beginning in the next few days, it seemed like a good time to make the move; not having to pay Sydney rent for that time is a good thing!

Next on the agenda: get rid of the car...

Oh, and update my blog on a regular basis again...

As seen in the most recent edition of Katherine Times:

The Borja family wish to thank the emergency services of Pine Creek for assisting our son on the Stuart Highway on Friday December 16. Special thanks to the other drivers on the highway that stopped to lend their support. Their good spirits have helped to ensure our Christmas will be happy.

Wonder what that was about?

Tags: Classifieds, Newspaper, Katherine Times, Thanks.