It’s National Recycling Week! It will probably not surprise you to learn that No Award has a lot of feelings about recycling. (NO, COFFEE CUPS AREN’T RECYCLABLE OKAY)
I just have a lot of feelings about food. (This is basically a journey of me learning about these foods)
Hello, Friends! Just a quick little thing today about International Aid, Voluntourism, and You, where You is defined as an Australian of comparative affluence.
Come on a journey with me, Australia.
Hello and welcome to edition 90 of the Down Under Feminists’ Carnival! In grand tradition, here we are in November and No Award is hosting once again.
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted links. In Steph’s obsessive need to tidy her inbox immediately, we’re not sure who those excellent people were, but thank you heaps and heaps.
Edition 91 will be hosted by MJ at Project Sprog. Submit at projectsprogblog [at] gmail [dot] com
1. On a slow Monday in 2013, a bunch of friends and I conceived a Narnia AU (that’s alternate universe, for those of you not steeped in fandom lingo) where Narnia is Melbourne’s inner north and its denizens are basically hipsters.
1a. The question is not whether or not Reepicheep owns a fedora, but how many fedoras he owns.
2. Melbourne is currently in the grips of the Spring Racing Carnival, that time of year when we have a public holiday to get dressed up, wear silly hats and drink champagne (yay!) and also lots of horses die because horse racing is terrible (not yay!)
1 + 2 = 3. Shasta and Aravis have something to say about this.
(As a result of this piece, I was asked to do the Narnian hipsters’ Tinder profiles. I’m still contemplating that, but I am 100% certain that Lucy is one of those girls whose cat features heavily in her profile.)
(He is not a tame housecat.)
Hello No Award! It is the day before a (really terrible reason for a) public holiday here in Melbourne, and our offices are empty. Maybe you are not at work also! (No Award is at work)
Anyway, here’s some culture we’ve consumed recently. Liz especially wants to get her ramble on.