The West Writers Our Stories Forum was first held in 2014, and continued this weekend just past. It’s held out in Footscray, in Melbourne’s mid-West, yay! (Very brown territory) Its concept is examining “what story means to a wide range of communities and how we can represent the diversity of stories and voices in Australia’s literary scene.”
[Liz attended on her own, because Steph had a prior engagement.]
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It’s amazing. I haven’t disliked a Doctor Who story/serial/episode this much since Russell T Davies was at the helm. And for much the same reason I didn’t care for a lot of RTD’s work: a hamfisted attempt at social commentary coupled with carelessness about subtext creates an unpleasant and alienating story.
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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)
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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
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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.
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Ah, Hallowe’en. It’s the one time of year No Award doesn’t complain about American cultural imperialism.* Yes, it’s deeply frustrating that you spend all day carving a pumpkin, and 24 hours later it’s covered in fruit flies. But come on, this is a festival that involves costumes and confectionary. We’re not complete monsters**.
So if you’ve only just remembered that costume party you were invited to back in August, or if you’ve received a polite letter from a neighbour, letting you know in advance that their children will be trick or treating and asking if you’d like to participate, No Award is here to provide some extremely scary costume suggestions.
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