My favourite travel story is really pretty simple and happened the only time I’ve visited Boston.
After arriving I decided to go for a walk as dusk fell. Within five minutes I saw another man jaywalking through a roundabout.
A car honked and in the broadest New England accent I’ve ever heard the man yelled “Hey, I’m walkin’ here”. It was just like in the movies.
My Bostonian friends hate this story.
As part of my cooking YouTube adventures, I’ve been watching the Fellow channel a fair bit. The main effect this is having is I say bish bash bosh a lot during meal prep now.
The Pulp concert was a really good the rock and the roll gig, a really good set list.
Half way through the clouds cleared just as the moon was at peak eclipse over the Myer Music Bowl’s canopy.
I’ve put together a playlist of the set.
Oh good, Climate Town have released a new video overnight. That will be nice and depressing watching for this-evening. I’ll watch it before Shrinking so I have a palate cleanser.
Twenty years later and they’re still, on occasion, referred to as “the Chaser boys”.
Obviously the reason LinkedIn have started doing games is because the want to bring people to the site each day to play a game and then go and check their feeds to read about the morning routines of self proclaimed global thought leaders.
Ironically I think I’m reading my feed less because I’ve been to the site so why would I go there again.
Watching a slow, middle aged and slightly overweight cat try and catch a bird is always amusing. Much more so when there is an audible thump as the cat runs in to the window.
She then had a lie down in front of the window as if to say “I meant that, that was totally planned. I knew the window was there all along.”
What is wrong with people?!, humans hitting the horn at traffic lights before it’s physically possible for a car to start moving edition.
It’s probably a good thing I don’t drive, I think I’d sit there until the light turned very yellow before taking off so they had to wait for the next green light.
At least until the first such human came at me with a tire iron.
”The average Australian produces 22.4 kilograms of e-waste a year…”
I’m pretty tech savvy and just can’t figure out how someone would generate so much waste. We go through a few batteries and that’s about it typically.
A bill to amend the Spam Act 2003 to require unsubscribe links on after purchase/attendance/looking at a thing for a few milliseconds surveys because even though they’re technically transactional they’re about as welcome as an email pointing out relevant content to a blog post you wrote ten years ago that you might want to include as a link and related issues.
Last night I rewatched the original West End production of Sam Mendes’ 1993 Cabaret revival.
For me, the Mendes version will always be the canonical version because I saw a Sydney production of it with Tina Arena as Sally and Toby Allen as the Emcee. Nadine Garner and Henri Szeps were in supporting roles. It was as simply an amazing cast.
I hadn’t watched it for a couple of years and last night it was different.
After the last twelve months in the US it felt more like a a warning for the future than a reflection of past events.
It rang true for the ICE raids and kidnappings of anyone with a little colour in their skin. Particularly the Herr Schultz line “…but I’m a German. A German.”
It rang true for all the anti-trans & LGBTQIA+ sentiment. The Emcee ends up in a concentration camp at the end and has a pink triangle stamped on his clothing.
Twelve months. It’s only twelve months since he got back in the white house.
The time I tweeted “It’s on. Rolling coverage: https://bit.ly/abc_news #libspill” during the short period when both Rickrolling and Australian governments imploding during their first term were popular.
In the process of deleting 21,693 tweets using Cyd, thanks to Ben Buchanan for the recommendation.
The vast majority are on my site in the notes section.
I’ve been getting in to cooking YouTube recently in the hope of picking up technique rather than recipes.
A recent video (the first I’d watched on the channel) pointed out that soaking chopped onion is a great way to get rid of the excessive, their word, onion flavour.
I have never smashed the “never recommend this channel” button so quickly.
I feel terrible for the staff at the Adelaide Festival, they’ve been working solidly on the event for twelve months (possibly longer for some shows) only for the board to ruin the reputation of the festival at the eleventh hour.
If you do go to an event at this year’s AF please remember that the people you see producing the shows are probably devastated.
None of the people you see front-of-house were involved… most of them are not even on payroll yet.
The new Adelaide Festival Board has now made an unambiguous apology to Randa Abdel-Fattah: “We apologise to Dr Abdel-Fattah unreservedly for the harm the Adelaide Festival Corporation has caused her.”
They’ve removed the previous board’s statement from the site. I’d have been transparent and kept it with a notice directing readers to the newer statement but there’s no perfect decision here.
The Maribyrnong River swans are back with a family. This year with four cygnets, up from three last year. We saw mum and dad taking the kids for a swim down the river in the final stages of dusk last night.
I tried to get a picture but was too far away so it looked like the photo of the Loch Ness Monster.
On the cancellation of the Adelaide Writers’ Week, the board says “We also apologise to Dr Randa Abdel-Fattah for how the decision was represented”.
Which is very different to the board apologising for the decision itself and completely fails to acknowledge the board’s fuck up.
