So as of 4.30pm this afternoon I cease to be a homeless vagabond and become a home-owner. I thought I’d try and get to grips with the concept by having a picnic in New Farm Park last weekend because it’s my new local spot of grass. I’d been to the park many times before of course, but it wasn’t until last weekend I realised it had a website, and these cool signs.

I’m sure other parks have a website, and I’m sure other parks in the world have cool sign art, but I can’t imagine too many parks have both. If they do, they certainly don’t have The Powerhouse as well. That’s why I love Brisbane. It’s a city of the sun, but it has the arts at its heart, and since it can’t rely on a harbour to get by, it does a brilliant job of marketing itself.

…Even if they ripped off NY

I could see the rain pouring down outside the window yesterday but I was so preoccupied with work I didn’t leave the office until 9.30pm after the Gruen Transfer (which featured my sister agency Gallery De Pasquale doing ‘The Pitch’) had finished. (Jeez I like long sentences). It had stopped raining by then and I live on a nice high hill, so I was kind of oblivious to the damage, at least until an email did the rounds of the office today with a whole bunch of images of the damage. There were so many it was alarming, but this one of Breakfast Creek overflowing near the hospital about 1km up the road from where I work in Fortitude Valley really hit home.

Scary stuff. Glad my house isn’t on the other side!

Anyway, I just had another email from someone else in the office mentioning that CityCat services will be stopping at sunset tonight because there’s so much debris floating on the river it’s too dangerous for ferries to be out.

This proves a few things:

• If you’re going to live near a river, live on a hill
• At $20 a pop, gumboots aren’t a bad investment, but buy them when it’s dry
• Email is still good for spreading stuff, especially lots of random pics