Last weekend, I had the extraordinary privilege of spending three days at Uluru. I thought I could write it up in a quick, pithy post not unlike a museum shop review, but this post is almost three thousand words long, and how can you reduce such an amazing and awe-inspiring place to a score out of five?
(Five out of five cork hats, though.)
We are obviously unsurprised yet disappointed and angry that Malcolm Turnbull has refused to denounce the US #MuslimBan, and Scott “remember that time I oversaw the militarisation of Australian Customs and Immigration?” Morrison has claimed credit for inspiring it.
Dismantling Australia’s policies and rhetoric around asylum seekers is a big job with a lot of facets, and it often feels overwhelming — at least to me. But here is something we can do right now:
Call Peter Dutton’s electorate office on (07) 3205 9977, or the Ministerial office on (02) 6277 7860, or email him at minister@border.gov.au and peter.dutton.mp@aph.gov.au to ask him to stop faffing around and bring the woman to Australia.
UPDATE 11:54 Tuesday 31 January: Pregnant Nauru asylum seeker in critical condition flown to Australia: Doctor. Hooray!
I visited my father and stepmother in Adelaide the other week, and Dad took me out to visit the Clare Valley wine region. This is quite close to the better-known Barossa, but whereas the Barossa is a land of giant industrial vineyards, the Clare Valley is full of family-owned and boutique wineries.
I visited Martindale Hall, an historic mansion, and Sevenhills Cellars, which isn’t so much a museum with a shop as a shop (well, a cellar door) that happens to have a small museum attached. WORTH IT THOUGH.
Lurking in East Melbourne, opposite the Eye and Ear Hospital, is the Fire Services Museum of Victoria. Many times, I’ve gone past on the tram and thought, “Wow, we really need to visit for important No Award reasons!”
Good news, Stephanie and I finally made it! And it was every bit as bizarre amazing as we hoped.
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The Peranakan Museum in Singapore is small but really lovely and interesting. Steph visited at 7:30 on a Friday night (half price Friday nights! That all museums would do such a thing).
Post is mostly about crockery and needlework, but does include some discussions of death (ooh ominous) and musings on religion.
With great delight, it’s time to experience the Most SF Future Museum Steph has ever visited; in the Most (Aesthetically) SF Future City Steph has ever lived.
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Steph actually bought things from this Museum shop, hooray! (Sadly, she wasn’t able to buy these sheeps made from rotary telephones)
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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.
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AS PROMISED, feelings about East Side Gallery.
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Yes, that’s right, I am reviewing the museum shop at the Stasi Museum in Berlin.
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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.
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