Art on the walls, finger in the till
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Yesterday: the Biennale, the once-every-two-years feast of contemporary art that has thrilled, shocked, entertained and nonplussed Sydney since 1973, with (dark malevo-) Lance. And it’s surprisingly good, at least to my eyes. The MCA, we agreed, has the best work, although the AGNSW is worth a look too, mostly for Tracey Moffat and of course Yoko Ono’s coffins. (more…)
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One of the really sublime pleasures of living in Sydney is the quality of the coffee. The espresso in this town kicks arse, and has done so for at least a half century, ever since a big wave of Italian migration washed over our whiter-than-white country back in the 1950s. With the single exception of Melbourne, where espresso would be a religion if it weren’t for football, I’d stack Sydney’s coffeehouses up against any city on the planet — as long as you don’t stray too far into the suburbs, it’s genuinely difficult to find a bad espresso.
In Sydney, even McDonald’s sells espresso. The local coffee palate is just too sophisticated for filter coffee. (more…)
Ch-ch-changes
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I will not pretend to be anything more than buggered this morning. Without giving too much away, I shall simply say it was a "full" weekend. "Full" in the good sense, you understand, and now I’m paying for it. But I’m so utterly slack in posting even when I’m bright and bushy-tailed, I’ll try to amuse you with a bit of banter nonetheless.
I wish I had more time. Man, the things I would get done! And, while were at the wishing tree, I wish I had fewer distractions. Distractions of the work/study/obligation kind. I’d play so hard my head might explode. Actually, it probably wouldn’t be my head but some other part of my body (like my obscenely overtaxed liver) that would cark it, but you get the point.
Still, I have plans. The House of Love needs a makeover, and I’m in the mood for change. Just as soon as I deal with all these distractions I will begin. I have many ideas. I lust for a spare, lean, easy-on-the-eyes look. I will give up on making my site disability-friendly, in favour of making it fucking gorgeous to look at. I will delete old content. We may return to frames (sorry about that). The background may no longer be no-longer-sleek black but something a bit easier to work with (like, um, white?) Watch and see…
And I have a new computer to do this on. It took several hours after setting up my new [warning! brag alert!] 128MB Athlon 700 to discover the reason why I couldn’t find the cap to the kerosene tank — it doesn’t run on kerosene! Man, things sure have changed since I bought my last computer. Anyone out there need 400 litres of kerosene?
Other changes are in the wind, too. We may soon have a new family member at the House of Love, and my tulips are coming up — Spring will come.
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty-two…
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Saturday, 3 June, 12:59PM, 2SER-FM Studio 1: Thump, thump, thump …
My heart is beating so fast in my chest I’m certain it will drown out anything I have to say. I’m watching the computer screen on the opposite side of the desk count down the last seconds of the promo that precedes the opening of the show.
Thump, thump, thump. (more…)