Previously: Alicia and Betty play a trick so nice, they try it twice — with an unwanted twist from Darrell. Alicia, based on no evidence whatsoever, decides that Sally put Darrell up to it.
Just one chapter this week, because I’m trying to get back into that nice, logical odd-even two-chapter post pattern.
Or, Old White Lady Goes To Court For The Very First Time. Being a record of thoughts, quotes, headdesk moments and more as I read Helen Garner’s book.
Previously: Liz goes to the movies: Joe Cinque’s Consolation.
Content warnings: abuse, murder, eating disorders, ableism, sexism, racism.
Elementary Malay, prepared as a guide for R.A.A.F. personnel, issued for the information and guidance of all concerned
By Command of the Air Board
Because Steph’s moving to Singapore next week, and I bet you didn’t know she collects vintage language guides.
[Liz: how did I not know this? It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.]
Our #auscore aesthetic just got that much more meta.
Steph flipped her shit at this: Urban Camo: Bus & Train Fabrics Turned into Wearable Textiles
Steph super loves seeing how gendered languages deal with stuff: A camp tries to reinvent the Hebrew language, so transgender kids can fit in
Some USA Olympic athlete claimed he was robbed at gunpoint in Rio, but security footage shows him kicking in the doors at places. Anyway, about that: Ryan Lochte Is One of Many Privileged First-World Tourists—and Brazilians Are Fed Up
while people in Brazil are very quick to criticize the Olympics, they frankly don’t want to hear it from people whose main complaints are not about that displacement, corruption, or militarization but instead are about the tourist experience.
[Liz notes: but Tumblr assured me that Brazil’s opening ceremony was the most progressive and inclusive ever, and that means it’s a utopian paradise!]
We’re not saying she said them, but we’re not not-saying she said them
Steph actually bought things from this Museum shop, hooray! (Sadly, she wasn’t able to buy these sheeps made from rotary telephones)
Steph went to see Leonardo’s Bride last night, a band she never saw in her youth on account of being too young and on the wrong coast. Other 90s antipodean bands she’s seen as an adult: Crowded House, Monique Brumby, Frente!. All she needs now is Hunters + Collectors and she’ll have her own personal fave complete set.
I haven’t abandoned Malory Towers, but a lot of my spare time has been taken up researching another project (which is probably years away, but I’m all about the long game). Research so far mostly involves going through Melbourne newspaper archives of the 1920s — thank you, Trove — and making copies of the interesting/relevant ones.
(Fun facts: the word “nightclub” and variations thereof only appears in reviews of plays and correspondence from London, although one article notes that, despite the racy reputation of London’s nightclubs, a better source for cocaine is tea salons, the more respectable the better. And searching for “flapper” is made difficult because there was a racehorse of that name in Melbourne in the early ’20s.)
Anyway, I’ve been delighted to find excellent examples of Jazz Age thinkpieces. Are today’s youth being destroyed by too much theatre and dancing? Have moving pictures created “cinema fiends” incapable of experiencing real emotion? Why do people persist in listening to jazz in public?
I know you’re wondering, will Steph ever finish this endless tour of museums and/or museum shops? No, because she’s moving to Singapore in four weeks where her job is literally ‘do science-based art’, so you’re looking at another few months. Settle in, quokkas.
[Also, Liz still has a couple of Brisvegas museum shops up her sleeve. Somehow we found ourselves with a backlog!]
This week on museum shops of the world: National Maritime Museum in Gdansk, Poland.