Update from The Outback: Parts 1 and 2

Part 1 – December 27, 2015

I parked Vincent overnight for a sleep at Tilpa Weir on the Tilpa floodplain, between Bourke and Wilcannia, Monday last week. It rained overnight and turned the road out next day into an impassable bog of river mud. We were stuck in the mud on a paddock for the day and the next night. My survival kit of food and water was in the boot of the car, which resulted in me getting pretty grimy in the process of bringing it back into the car. No phone reception or internet service available, and no-one was going to rescue us due to the remoteness of the place. I worked Vincent hard to get us out by the Wednesday morning and back to Tilpa Hotel, then had to remove the rear wheels to dig out the mud, which had basically acted like a handbrake during our race back to civilization. Also managed to bottom out and crack the sump oil tank.

That’s the short version of the story. When I arrived in Broken Hill on Christmas Eve I was fortunate indeed to find a NRMA mechanic who had us ready for the long journey ahead within about 4 hours.

Part 2 – November 22, 2017

In the long version, I’m at Tilpa Hotel having a meal in the fading light of the Monday. A couple of tourists stop in for a thirst quencher. I overhear them discussing whether to stay in Tilpa, or keep going and try to reach a sealed highway before the rain arrives. It’s like they are taking the internal dialogue right out of my mind. I’m well and truly over the bumping and rattling of this damnable corrugated road: I can rest tonight and complete it in the probable puddles and potholes in the morning, or keep on rattling through the darkness for a couple of hours. Neither option is appealing: it’s quite the dilemma.

Fast forwarding now to my second night at Tilpa, bogged in the paddock as I am, and sleeping in the driver seat with the window open. I’m having a weird dream about nothing in particular, and something is huffing and snorting in my face. I’m slowly waking up now and beginning to realise that the dream has stopped but the breathing on my face has not. I open my eyes and begin to make out the source of the breathing: the very large head of a bull! I immediately and involuntarily shout with surprise down its throat. It leaps backwards, spins away, then spins again to stare me down. I notice a bunch of cows suddenly shooting away in all directions.

2 years have passed since then, and I’ve only just learned to recognise the second dilemma I had been facing!

Wikipedia: Horns of a dilemma

On Coming Home

I reheat the leftover rice for one minute
and zap the tinned con carne for two,
then scoop the rice over the con carne and finish
the pair of them off in the blink of an instant
distraction as seen on the smart flatscreen boob.

I make it my business to eyeball the news
during dinner and call that my workday’s denouement:
Evenings are new days for taking a cruise
through analog music and internet ooze–
destination, blues bruising amusement.

Sometimes my TV turns on by itself,
I forget where I was and think, “There goes my cue.”
One tub from my freezer of two ice cream shelves
(no shelves in this freezer for anything else)
is wrapped in a tea towel and topped with a spoon.

The sugar guilt starts about ten minutes in
to the tub and by twenty the tic
and the toc of the clock are performing incisions
like calls from a Wasted Souls sales division.

I turn off the TV, retire to bed,
and fall asleep reading a book.


This jacaranda leaf with brief
appearance by your common fly
snapped with EOS-450D

–exposure time one-eightieth
and focal length at fifty-five–

on a Western Sydney sky
of blue last Autumn, in relief,
is brought to you by poetry

of seconds in their tenths
and millimetre lengths respectively.

*Written tonight in one sitting as a challenge to practice rapping the half rhyme with a deadline imposed for postage by bedtime.

Interpenetrational Disquiet

The mirror universe is a parallel universe where the patterns of events move in similar manners to that of the primary universe, but the intentions and characterizations are different, often showing “evil” characteristics in place of “good” and vice versa.
–Memory Beta, non-canon Star Trek Wiki

I’ve been moving layers from my latest Disquiet Junto contribution–in which dimensional interpenetration enables a tuning fork to play a chord on a baoding ball suspended in a saw wave–around alternate timelines today. Well, that’s how I’ve been imagining the process since it dawned on me that the process of building a chord from a recording of single notes could serve as an analogy for how certain parallel universes work in theory. Then I started imagining logical musical conclusions, like wouldn’t it be cool if Evil Enterprise bridge crew and Good Enterprise bridge crew did a cover of Aerosmith vs Run-DMC doing Walk This Way. A few hours later I had eased myself back to reality and tried to finish what I started. The resulting piece of music runs for the same length of time as the original, but gets a bit more interesting. Hope you enjoy.

Disquiet Junto Project 0300: The 300th Project


The challenge this week is to choose one chord, record yourself playing it on three different instruments for 100 seconds each, and layer the tracks. A final (optional) step allows for tweaking or filtering one of the tracks.

Two of the instruments I chose in Step 2–an A-440 Tuning Fork and a baoding ball–determined the chord I chose in Step 1: A major. The baoding ball produced a C-sharp when struck with the tuning fork (1 beat),
and the A of the tuning fork was played through the baoding ball (3 beats). My third instrument–a soft-saw wave played in E–was sustained by Renoise; and I used the metronome of Renoise at 60 BPM to keep me on track while I played the ball and fork.

I recorded the piece in the backyard with my phone, produced a second and third track in Audacity with pitches adjusted and layered so that each instrument was sounding the chord. Finally, I ran Paulstretch x 10 on the original recording and allowed that to play underneath for the allotted 100 seconds.

A mynah bird joined in on background vocals.

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