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Story: 9/10/08-12/10/08: Brisbane

Sunday, 26 October, 2008

Thursday 9/10/08

I meant to get up at 7:30 but was up at 8. I felt so tired. I ate breakfast, read my Bible and prayed, and then we left the house around 9 when I'd finished packing. We were in at work by 9:45. I worked on the Sola Panel, email and e-news. For morning tea, we had cake for both Ben, Wendy and Ali P senior. I ended up talking to Guan about property and other stuff, and how to think about it, and the role of wisdom in all house-buying decisions. I spent the rest of the morning doing Faithful Writer masterclass acceptance letters.

Lunch was noodles and stuff with Bec, Guan and Ben at Red Hat (for a change). Then we had staff meetings and I was rubbing my forehead during prayer, and ended up with two angry red marks on my skin. Post-meeting, I finished the draft of e-news for Ian and gave it to him to proof. I finished the letters and the Bookface pages, fixed e-news with Ian's edits, and then we left at 6. Ben drove me to the domestic terminal, and we ended up parking by accident. Then, as we walked over from the parking lot, we realised we were at the wrong terminal. I was running out of time, so I said goodbye to him, and then walked over to Terminal 3 which was probably good exercise for me.

I had completed online check-in and I had my boarding pass, but I still had to check in my luggage (well, my mum's luggage that I was using) because I had brought sharp things like scissors and knitting needles which I couldn't take into the cabin). I asked the lady at the desk whether I could bring on board my 15 mm bamboo knitting needles which are not metal and not sharp. She actually tried to convince me that they were “dangerous”! Lady, what universe do you live in??? 15 mm bamboo knitting needles aren't dangerous. The worst you could do is beat someone up with them, and I could have done that with the boots I was wearing, so why does Qantas let me take my boots on the plane? I had a bit of a disagreement with her about the whole thing—not heated, and I did give in and pack my needles into the front of my luggage—but I was really tempted to tell her off: it's one thing to obey airline policy, but it's another thing to try and convince me of something which plainly isn't true.

I went through security and then wandered up to my gates, stopping to browse in the shops on the way (there was a rather nice bookstore where I spotted Melina Marchetta's new book, Finnikin of the Rock). I finally made it to my gate, and I sat there, scribbling and watching the planes.

Finally it was time to board. I was in the row second last from the back, and there was no-one else with me, so I pretty much got the whole row to myself. I watched the baggage handlers loading the luggage into the plane, and one of them waved to me. I waved back and tried to spot my luggage. Even after the bulk of them had arrived, more kept coming at the last minute—I guess from all those who were late checking in. Nevertheless, we took off five minutes early. After take off, a guy from across the aisle came and sat in the aisle seat of my aisle because his row had three people in it.

Dinner was rogan josh (it was okay), a bread roll and chocolate. The news was on the TV with subtitles, so I ended up watching TV without wanting to. I continued scribbling away, missing my knitting needles. Luckily the flight was just an hour and a half. I also daydreamed about a line of knitting needles which doubled as pens: they would have caps with points that screwed on at the ends so that the ink wouldn't leak onto the yarn. They would start at 5 mm in thickness and go up from there, and they would come with ink re-fills so you could keep using them. If you took them on a plane, when questioned, you could show them it's a pen, but you could knit with it too. You could practically do that with some pens anyway.

We landed five minutes early. I set my watch and mobile to local time, and went to get my luggage. I was glad I took a leaf from Liwen's book and tied a bright purple ribbon around the handle as everyone's luggage is black and the same shape. Mine came out fairly quickly. Kathleen came to pick me up. I was glad because it turned out that cab fare would have been $40 to her place.

In the car, I tried to orient myself (we were heading south). Kathleen asked me if I was tired and suggested going to the Three Monkeys for coffee. I was certainly up for that, and besides, I had gained another hour because Queensland don't do Daylight Saving.

We parked, headed inside and ordered. Three Monkeys is a funky little café in South Brisbane: dark and cosy with monkey things everywhere. We ordered cake, coffee and chai, and found a table just out of the way to sit and chat. I'm sure my photos don't do it justice but anyway:

I hit a wall around 10 or 11 (I forget what it was Brisbane time). So we headed back to Kathleen's place. She lives in Brisbane's equivalent of the Inner West. I started to understand her description of Queensland architecture: all the houses are timber/weatherboard, and look like they've been built on stilts. She said it was to improve air circulation and keep things cool in the summer. I quite liked them.

Kathleen's flatmates were home and either asleep or going to bed. She had a little room with a door that opened out onto part of the porch which had been closed in. She called it the “annex” (I kept thinking Narnia “Spare 'oom”, and certainly Kathleen's wardrobe looked a bit Narnia-ish) and that was where I slept.

I slept really well too.

Friday 10/10/08

After about eight hours of sleep, I woke up fairly early. It felt like it was later—a trick of Daylight Saving. I got up and Kathleen was already up. She suggested we go out for breakfast, so we drove to Paddington and went to Sassafras for breakfast. I splurged and had the Big brekkie plus chai tea (how much chai can I drink in one weekend???)

I showed Kathleen my four-page comic and tried to persuade her to work on it with me. Very sensibly she said she'd think about it. We had a good chat over breakfast and then went for a wander around Paddington. To me, it seemed rather odd that here was this strip of eclectic and funky shops along a main road plonked down seemingly in the middle of the suburbs. Many of the shops operated out of converted houses.

We went up to the KILN gallery but it wasn't open yet so we kept going.

We browsed the shops down one side of the road and then came back up the other. I enjoyed looking around in Presents of Mind, Green Tangerine and ici et la which had this gorgeous chair:

It was overcast and it did start to drizzle lightly, but it wasn't too bad.

We looked at the guitars through the window of the guitar shop but didn't go in.

At Vinnie's, we found this beautiful chest with a cornflower blue and white fabric on top. I told Kathleen she should buy it and she was very taken by it. In the end, she decided to get it, and promised to come back for it at the end of the day.

We continued back up the street, stopping in some of the galleries on the way back. There was one with paintings of cows and horses on black backgrounds, as well as horse sculptures of bronze and other materials. On the back balcony, there were these ceramic eggs and a wonderful view of a jacaranda tree in full bloom.

We also crossed back over the road and went to the KILN gallery. I could see why Kathleen likes it: it's hugely cool.

There was a girl in the corner making jewellery. She would make these pieces of lace through tatting, dip them in wax and then get them cast in metal (like these rings). When fired, the cotton melts away. They were very beautiful pieces of jewellery.

The gallery was having an exhibition of illustrators' work. I particularly loved the work of Shaun Campbell, Terry Whidborne and Tamsin Ainslie. (This one is cute. And it has Death in it.) Upstairs, there was a table with postcards and things for sale, as well as advertisements for Pendragon shoes (some gorgeous boots there!). I bought some badges for Bec and then we headed out again.

We were feeling hungry but decided to walk a bit further. We ended up near the antique emporium at the Jave Lounge Cafe. We got smoothies and fairy bread but, after that, weren't heaps hungry.

I did some knitting while we chatted, then we both did some writing. We thought about lunch around 2 but the kitchen was already closing so all we could get was tea. Then we packed up (because the cafe was closing) and continued our browsing. We had a peek in the antique emporium which, Kathleen told me, existed in an old theatre. You can still see the stage behind all the racks and shelves.

We wandered into Mary Ryan (only the first of the many bookstores we visited over the weekend) and Kathleen found me The Divided Heart which I'd read about on Loobylu.com a couple of months before. I decided to buy it. I don't have kids now but I figured it was a good investment, plus I'd been thinking through similar sorts of questions about the life/work/art balance.

In the thrift shop, I found Chrysalis by my old mentor, Libby Hathorn, and The Black Cauldron by Lloyd Alexander. (Yes, I know need to start reading those books! I've managed to get practically all of them from Bookmooch; now where did I stash them?) Kathleen found Holes by Louis Sachar which is one of my comfort reads (I tend to return to it every couple of years because it's such a good story. The movie isn't bad either: the screenplay was also by Sachar, the direction, script and casting are generally good, and the only things I would criticise is the fact that they didn't put Shia LaBeouf in a fat suit [because they thought the weight thing was too hard to pull off, but then he just looked too cool and too good-looking for the dork that Stanley Yelnats is supposed to be] and what his character says to the Warden right at the very end [it was too petty and above Stanley Yelnats]).

At the end of the shops we were both tired and ready for home. So we drove back to Vinnie's to pick up the chest, and then returned to Kathleen's place where we carried it up the stairs and made room for it in the annex. It fit in rather well!

We decided to sit for a bit. I knitted while Kathleen read me the first few chapters of Holes and I remembered how much I liked the book. Then we decided to do something about dinner: we decided to cook instead of getting takeaway, and we walked to the local IGA for supplies. There's something good about chatting while walking—I'm not sure why but it's like the conversation rambles along with you. We bought fruit, vegetables, snacks and other things, and carted it all home, and then made pasta with chicken and tomato sauce, while the rest of Kathleen's housemates came by and said hello. I forgot it was Friday night and that people usually relax and unwind on a Friday night.

We sat down to eat and started watching My Neighbour Totoro as I had brought practically the entire Studio Ghibli collection with me to show Kathleen. Then I had a shower while Kathleen cleaned up and made us fruit salad with yoghurt, and then we went on to my favourite Studio Ghibli film Whisper of the Heart. (I was so glad Kathleen liked it!) Then we called it a night and went to sleep.

Saturday 11/10/08

I meant to wake up at 8, and I kept dreaming that Kathleen woke me up. I finally got up—later than intended but it was raining. Kathleen suggested getting breakfast at Southbank, so we drove there and parked. Brisbane started reminding me of parts of Melbourne; they both have rivers running through them and bridges spanning the rivers, but perhaps the resemblance ends there.

Along the shore, there was this really cool walkway with Shaun Tan tentacle-like things sticking up out of the ground. Bouganvillea was running rampant all over it:

The markets weren't open yet so we went to find some breakfast. It amused me that there was a beach named after Streets Ice cream; Kathleen said they were the ones who made it. It looked like something out of a hotel resort:

I couldn't decide what I wanted for breakfast. I was vaguely thinking waffles but I also gravitate towards savoury as well. In the end, we went to a small kiosk. I got grene tea and a ham and cheese croissant, and we sat outside.

By the time we finished breakfast, the markets were open, so we went and had a wander around them.

There was this awesome booth with Venetian masks:

And this really cool one which did leatherwork.

Here begins a photo series I like to call “Things I didn't buy people (but would have liked to, but maybe that's a silly idea)”. This is what I didn't buy for Mary:

It's a leather napsack in the shape of an owl.

Above us was one of the remnants from World Expo '88 (which was the last time I was in Brisbane, I think):

I bought some fudge for Ben (chocolate and caramel), a fragipani hair tie—

—a silver (and rather Goth looking) armband,

and a leather bracelet for someone as a Christmas present. We also indulged ourselves by getting churros.

When we were done with the markets, we made our way towards the State Library of Queensland. One of the tentacles reached up towards the ferris wheel but could not touch it.

Greenfest was on so there were stalls and displays all the way up that strip—stuff to do with sustainability, clothing made from hemp, composting, etc. (I tried to find some hemp yarn; apparently it comes mixed with wool and it's $10/ball for only 185m.) We went up to have a look at the Vegan stall, and then realised that was probably hugely offensive, given that we were both wearing leather (oops!).

We reached the State Library, and discovered that it was cheaper to park there all day then it was where we were. Oh well.

I thought the State Library building was really cool: I like how they didn't really differentiate between the inside and outside spaces too much.

Inside, we checked in our bags and were given silver tokens on rubber bands to put around our wrists:

Unfortunately this Chinese numerological good fortune was completely wasted on me.

Then we went upstairs to see Freestyle Books: Artists' books from the collection—an exhibition right up both of our alleys, and we both loved it. It was interesting to see the range of things different artists did—from collaborating with printers and binders, to altering existing books, to reinventing the book form, to changing the medium (e.g. the artist who told the story of his ethnicity/relationship between Australia and China through a passport), to playing with narrative.

This one was called “Tower of Babel” and it's actually a rolled up scroll with various recognisable buildings around the outside (e.g. the Opera House and Empire State Building) and writing on the reverse side.

We even stayed to watch the whole film of some of the artists talking about their books:

This picture is just for Ben's benefit because he likes to make jokes about visiting the Greek poet Amenities:

Glass pattern on exhibition door:

Downstairs, we retrieved our bags and visited the shop at Kathleen's suggestion. Here is something I did not buy Jess G:

It comes with a removable quill.

We headed out and then found the entrance to the gallery next door which was showcasing a lot of Aboriginal art to raise money for research into Aboriginal health (specifically cardiovascular disease). Some of the art was very beautiful but of course neither of us could really afford to purchase any of it.

Next door was the Queensland Art Gallery Gallery of Modern Art. We didn't really have time to go inside but we took a peek inside the store. Here are some things I didn't buy Bec: portable cushion (in the shape of plush monster [I kind of regret not buying that one because I can't find it online]):

Crackpot 2009 illustration calendar:

(You really need to check out some of the illustrations to see why I wanted to buy it for Bec.)

Kathleen ended up buying the Taschen book on illustration which was rather big and heavy. Good thing we didn't have to carry it too far!

We walked back to the car via the Queensland Art Gallery. It was raining and it was easier to walk through it to get to where we were going.

We kept getting distracted by the art though: it's not every day you get to admire a genuine Sidney Long/Grace Cossington Smith/Margaret Preston/Charles Condor/Charles Blackman!

Finally we made it back to the car, and we drove across the bridge and parked at Kathleen's work place (very shiny and intimidating corporate monolith!) We walked to the CBD and then began a bookstore crawl. (I keep wondering whether it's possible to do a bookstore crawl like that in Sydney but perhaps all the awesome bookstores are spaced just a little too far apart.)

First up was Folio Books:

I had to agree with Kathleen: it was pretty awesome. And I didn't buy this for Bec:

I did, however, splurge on three little hardcovers in the CRW Collector's Library series: Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion (because The Collected Works of Jane Austen is rather heavy to read in bed), and Oscar Wilde's fairy tales.

It was getting close to 2-2:30 pm by this stage so we decided to go for lunch. We passed a Japanese sushi train/noodle bar, and because Kathleen had never had ramen or udon before, we stopped in.

Gyoza with ramen: yum! And green tea.

We bypassed Borders because we were keen to get to Pulp Fiction. I did get distracted by Egg Records where I found a number of things I would have liked to get, but they were a bit too pricey for secondhand. I did, however, manage to pick up a couple of things for Ben.

We continued on to Pulp Fiction, passing through a mall with a rather nice tree in it:

It was right near the store.

We were fortunate to have arrived when we did; 10 minutes later and the store would have been closed. Here is something else I did not buy Bec:

Now, when you travel, it's generally not a good idea to buy a lot of books—especially if your luggage is of the size that they normally let you take on board. Remember I had just purchased three books. And also remember that I had purchased four the day before. There: now you can grasp the depth of my folly when I tell you that I not only found Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tales in hardcover (with illustrations by Corinna Sargood and an Afterword by Marina Warner), I also bought it.

Err, yes, I went to Brisbane, and when I came back, my luggage was 80% full of books.

We walked back the way we came and went to our last stop on the bookstore crawl, Archive Books:

Archive Books specialises in secondhand, but their secondhand prices almost match firsthand prices. Kathleen found some Georgette Heyer and pronounced herself done.

(I know I ought to read some Georgette Heyer. After all, Robin McKinley loves her.) I wandered around for a bit but did not unearth any treasures.

Anyway, we were both rather tired by this stage, so we went to find a café where we could rest our feet. Pane e Vino was just around the corner, so we ordered hot chocolate and latte, and I knitted, and Kathleen taught me how to draw people from above.

We ended up staying so long, the dinner rush began while we were there. We both got vanilla milkshakes, then decided to head home.

We walked back to the car and called ahead to My Thai to order dinner. Back at the house, we dumped our stuff, then went to pick up the food. We enjoyed our dinner while watching Kiki's Delivery Service. I'd forgotten how cute it was, and how some of the themes it dealt with dovetailed with some of the things we'd been talking about that day—creativity, perseverance, artistic endeavour, etc.

I went off to have a shower, and then after that we talked, I read her story and gave her feedback (and edits), I knitted, and we looked up cheesy romance novel covers on the internet. I showed Kathleen Peter Bradshaw's Guardian review of The Hulk (possibly the best movie review ever) and “Cookie monster searches deep within himself and asks: Is me really monster?”.

We went to bed at around 12:30. I spent a little while texting Ben who was an hour ahead of me but still awake. Isn't it wonderful that technology means you can have a conversation with your loved ones even when you're so far apart ...

Sunday 12/10/08

I woke with the light but then went back to sleep. The next thing I knew, Kathleen was tapping on the door to let me know it was 10:30. She'd already been up baking damper with beer, and it tasted marvellous:

We ated it with butter, avocado and cheese. I amused myself by taking pictures of the critters on her kitchen window:

Then we had some fruit and washed up.

We read for about an hour (Kathleen: Georgette Heyer [she had long finished Holes] and me Rapunzel's Revenge by Shannon Hale, Dean Hale and Nathan Hale [no relation]). I also used Kathleen's computer to do the online check-in with Qantas, and noticed Ben's Bookface status:

Ben is performing operation clean-up-after-party-and-before-Karen-returns-from-Brisbane. This could take a while.

We didn't particularly want to go out since we'd been out two or three days in a row. Kathleen suggested teaching me bookbinding and I leapt at the opportunity because I've always wanted to learn. So she got me to choose some paper and then guided me through the process, while sitting on her new chest and working on her Illustration Friday illustration on scratchboard (which turned out beautifully).

An A6 journal was probably best (especially given the amount of room in my luggage!) Under Kathleen's tutelage, I pasted the cover papers to the board, cut around the edges and folded them over:

Then I cut out endpapers to match and pasted them to the boards.

Then, using Kathleen's guillotine, I made some signatures by cutting some blank A4 paper in half and then folding them in half again:

She got me to use her bone folder to press on the creases:

I made eight signatures. Then I marked with a pencil where the holes should go—both on the cover (about a centimetre out from the spine) and on the signatures. I used an awl to punch the holes:

Obviously, on the cover, you punch from the outside in so that the rough bit is on the inside.

Then came the stitching: using a tailor's needle (which was disturbingly curved) and some embroidery floss, I started stitching the signatures to the cover, and then the signatures to each other:

The method I used is Coptic binding and I used these instructions (or rather Kathleen taught me using those instructions).

At around 3:15, we had some lunch (leftovers). Then I kept going with the binding. I was most of the way through doing the stitching when it was time to leave. I made sure I was all packed and then we loaded the car and went off to Kathleen's church.

I recognised the logo when I got there: they had placed a Positions Vacant ad and I had put it online for them. Kathleen introduced me to various people, including the minister, and then we took a seat in one of the pews up near the back. I kept going on the binding and Kathleen taught me how to do the back cover. Here's the finished book:

I should never have to buy another journal again!

The church was small—perhaps a little smaller than Wild Street—and it was mostly families. I knew most of the songs but there were a few hymns I didn't. The preacher preached a very excellent sermon in John 1:14 and I liked how he linked that one verse into the rest of John's gospel as he went through the verse bit by bit.

We had to leave straight after if I was going to make my flight, so we bid everyone a hasty goodbye, went to pick up some petrol, and then Kathleen drove me to the airport. I checked in my bag and didn't even argue with the lady about the knitting needles. As we made our way to security, we ran into Peter who had just arrived for a conference and was on his way to his hotel.

Kathleen thought we might have time for a hot chocolate before I had to go. We passed through security—Kathleen had to remove her shoes (but I didn't) and I got swept for explosives (probably because I look so explosive!) and Kathleen went to get the hot chocolate while I went to the ladies'. She walked me to the gate, and I took the opportunity to get a picture of us together, since I hadn't taken one that entire trip.

They had started boarding my flight so I said goodbye and thank you to her. But then I was told I had to finish my hot chocolate first. I sculled it down (fortunately it wasn't piping hot) and then said goodbye a second time. And then I boarded the plane and found my seat (window again!)

It was pretty full this time, and I shared my aisle with a young couple (I gave them my chocolate because I wasn't particularly feeling like chocolate and he didn't get one, and they were horrified because it was Lindt). Dinner was chicken, mashed potato and beans. I scribbled notes about the weekend until we landed.

It didn't take long to retrieve my baggage, and then to catch a taxi (Ben was seeing The New Pornographers that night, otherwise he would have come to get me). There was a $1.50 surcharge from being picked up from the airport but the cab was fast.

At home, I unpacked and got ready for the following day. Ben returned from his gig and I gave him fudge, and his eyes lit up. And then we went to bed.

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