Yes, that’s right, I am reviewing the museum shop at the Stasi Museum in Berlin.
This is two weeks because Liz didn’t post this last week; she was too busy having fun in the world (legit).
This week on Cleverman, Liz realises that the time difference whilst Steph was travelling meant she couldn’t frantically text her thoughts to Stephanie; Nerida and Linda continue to be smarter and more competent than the men of the family (sadly, we don’t get to see much of Alinta); Blair makes a truly terrible pun; Kora calls Koen an arse; Sloan continues to be deplorably boring and Steph texts ‘wow WOW’ to Liz quite a lot.
Because we had to wait until Steph’s return to Australia to review these, we’re reviewing them together, plus a season overall.
Liz: Three renowned Indigenous stage actors out of five.
Steph: Three renowned Indigenous stage actors out of five.
Liz: Three renowned Indigenous stage actors out of five.
Steph: Three and a half renowned Indigenous stage actors out of five.
FUNNY STORY: so I thought I was eligible to vote for the Hugos already, but then I realised that I didn’t have a membership for the current WorldCon. So, a few weeks ago, I bought a supporting membership … for WorldCon 75. You know. Next year’s WorldCon.
But now it’s all sorted, I have a supporting membership to the right con, and more importantly, I have the Hugo packet.
Instead of posting last week’s linkspam on Friday, I was in Brisbane, visiting the museum shops of my youth.
Back in the day — which is to say, the early to mid 2000s — the Museum of Brisbane was a funny little museum in a basement below City Hall.
(Steph interjects: a basement in a city that floods is a TERRIBLE place for a museum, Brisbane, wth.)
(Liz adds: City Hall is above the flood zone!)
It contained your standard local history exhibits, covering Indigenous cultures, the convict era and the 1972 floods, but sometimes it also featured totally whackadoo art instalments. My favourite was the film of a guy humping a mud puddle — sans pants — and apologising over and over again to the planet.
My favourite part of the Museum of Brisbane was the shop — in fact, it was the very first museum shop I fell in love with. It carried your usual doodads and whatnots, but it also had local history books that you couldn’t get anywhere else.
I was excited to revisit the museum and its delightful little shop last week.
Chapters 6 and 7 make a good pair, so I’m just doing 5 this week — in which Daphne’s less personable side makes an appearance.
Stephanie is still penguining it up in Europe, putting the “world” in “Museum shops of the”. Here, she reports on the Schwules Museum* (the asterisk is part of the name), which is dedicated to “archiving, researching and communicating the history and culture of LGBTIQ communities”.
It’s Friday! Steph is in Europe, Liz is at home with Terrible Back Pain, but here are some links for your afternoon’s reading!
Chapter 2 ended with Gwen dooming new girl Daphne to guilt by association:
“Hallo, everyone! This is Daphne Millicent Turner, a new girl. She’s in our form and in our dormy. She travelled down in my carriage and I’m sure she’s going to be a favourite with all of us in no time!”
Many sausages have been eaten. (Liz ate too many and had a gluten reaction, always remember to preference gluten LAST on your ballot.) Many votes have been cast. A slightly smaller number has been counted (so far).
We … don’t seem to have a government yet?
(Has Antony Green called the election yet? Thanks for that, Our ABC!)
It seems likely that one of the major parties will end up forming a minority government with a motley crew of Greens, independents and random assorted crossbenchers — exactly what both parties and the media have been describing as a chaotic worst case scenario since 2010.
Well, suck it up, guys, minority governments are pretty common around the world, and they’re actually … quite good. The need for compromise prevents extremism, but if compromise can be achieved, the results are usually quite effective. See, for example, the Gillard government.
Whether either of the major parties is currently capable of compromise remains to be seen.
Here are some links!
21 Very Different Ways Aussies Filled Out Their Voting Forms – an account of different approaches to informal votes that ends up being infuriating (WHAT A WASTE! THIS ELECTION IS SO CLOSE, ALL OF THOSE VOTES COULD HAVE COUNTED!) rather than funny. (Content warning: penises.)
Pauline Hanson’s back in Parliament, and her agenda is quite terrifying. On the upside, it’s unlikely she’ll achieve anything on her list; the downside is that her special brand of xenophobia, anti-science and — an exciting new addition — men’s rights activism will suck up oxygen and money, and it will encourage every other bigot to speak up.
Meanwhile, Celeste Liddle says, We shouldn’t be surprised by the return of Pauline Hanson:
For years, we have seen racism bubbling away, yet politicians and the media continue to neutralise it. The rise of various nationalist groups such as Reclaim Australia, United Patriots Front and the True Blue Crew, while extreme manifestations of this socially-embedded racism, also do not occur in a vacuum. They have been buoyed by several years of anti-immigration policy; demonisation of minority communities; years of attacks on Indigenous autonomy and social programs.
Okay, now I’m REALLY mad at the informal voters:
YOU HAVE LET DOWN BATMAN, INFORMAL VOTERS
FIRST HIS PARENTS ARE MURDERED IN FRONT OF HIM, AND NOW THIS?
SOMETHING A BIT LIGHTER
I can’t seem to find an update on the recovery of the Greens volunteer who was bitten by a Liberal vollie in a scuffle on Friday night, but I hope the alleged victim is recovering — infections from bites can be nasty. Just ask almost anyone who’s met my cat!