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i’m probably not listening. speak louder
Today I did not answer your email or respond to your private message.
I didn’t RT your tweet and I didn’t follow your track-back.
abandoned amusement parks in asia
Abandoned amusement parks in Asia.
An interesting unconsumption.
And a nice cartoon from the New Yorker.
bazlotto shmazlotto
Now this is just getting ridiculous.
Laura‘s looking for a house sitter in Melbourne during July. If that’s you, and I know you and know you’re not a scumbag, let’s see if we can get you hooked up.
hostage hosting? we haz it!
There are simple, spiteful pleasures…
oh count! me sorry! me love apples!
wtf?
Representation of women FAIL.
bazlotto!
I win!
carol ralph
As soon as I posted that last post, I thought of Carol Ralph, an Australian singer (who totally PWNS – I thoroughly recommend her CD). I don’t know Carol’s background, and I feel uncomfortable writing about it. But she doesn’t read ‘black’ or ‘white’. I think I need to read a whole lot more about issues of ethnicity in Australia. I know I need to read more about whiteness-as-ethnicity.
That’s a photo by my friend Scott, who’s photography has improved so dramatically since November I was just stunned as I flipped through his pics looking for this one just now. In fact, his photos are just gorgeous – I like the way his photos of friends and of people he knows reveal the way he feels about them. They’re very affectionate and often quite lovely photos.
Here’s another of two lovely Melbourne leads:
It’s funny, but I feel very strange writing about ethnicity in relation to this photo. These are my friends, and people I do not want to reduce to example of multiculturalism in swing dance. I want to tell you what it’s like to dance with them, about how one of them makes films, and how the other is a lovey and one of my favourite stunt buddies. Ethnicity is important and part of who they and I are, but I don’t think I have the language tools to talk about it in a way that does what I want. This, of course, was the difficult part of my dissertation. How to write about my own community, my own friends, myself, in a way that’s respectful and yet also thoughtful and cognisant of these sorts of issues.
So I think I’ll just end this post with another huzzah for Scott’s photos (and the fact that he can make me feel all fuzzy inside looking at this lovely photo of my friends), and the recommendation that if you ever get the chance, you must dance with these boys. Or at least buy them a beer.
an awesome jazz doco from 1961
…in six parts, on youtube (can’t find number 2, sorry).
#1
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQ86ohwbjVA)
#3
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocWyByntsaw)
#4
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Mq6i0IjBFI)
#5
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9p-ukqMWcM)
#6
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwlmoNjPdVo)