Tuesday, July 17, 2018

July 17. Day 198. Sweet as

 When it comes to choosing between sweet and savoury I make the only sensible decision - both. By both I don't mean the more modern trend such as salted caramel where sweet and savoury are in the same dish. I don't even mean bacon and maple syrup together. These are both fine options of which I thoroughly approve. It's just that if the world is divided between those who like sweet things and those who prefer it when things are a little spicy, I'm a firm fence sitter. I like both. Do you want entree or dessert? Yes. Why choose one. But having said that even I have limits. I think these were set in infancy. My Dad was a dentist and we didn't eat sweet things. There is NO WAY we'd have been allowed fairy floss EVER. Even now I happily walked by the free fairy floss being handed out at O Week. I know had I taken some I would have been shaken with the unmistakable conviction that my teeth were decaying in my mouth right then and there. I walked away into the gardens and watched baby ibis fight for lunch for a bit. That was just the right level of sweet.

Monday, July 16, 2018

July 16. Day 197. Taking off again

 Just when I allowed myself a second to think the workload might - just might - be dropping off a bit we've had lift off. It's Semester 2 O Week and that means the level of crazy is well and truly about to amp up. Still in 13 Weeks I'll be thinking
1) how time flies and
2) how insane I was to think I was tired before semester began.
All I can say is that I have now survived 20 full year and this semester marks the beginning of the 21st.
No wonder I feel tired.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

July 15. Day 196. It's cold outside

 Every time the forecast is for unseasonally hot or cold weather the news bulletins always carry the same warning - check on the elderly. It almost goes in one ear and out the other. Yes, I visit my 90-year-old neighbour almost every day but I have long since given up suggesting a fan in summer or a blanket or heater in winter. She's not one to be told. I think we may have both learned a lesson today. Hyphothermia is a thing and it is not a thing you want - unless you like a trip to ambulance in hospital. The degree of confusion is really alarming. Until today, I'd never seen a warming blanket that heats by blowing hot air. It's pretty cool (pun intended). And with hot air and food inside her, Margaret was back to being much closer to her normal self by bedtime ... which in her world is 7pm. At least I will sleep well knowing she is in a warm hospital bed ....

Saturday, July 14, 2018

July 14. Day 195. Quite the Powerhouse

As a woman it is supposed to be in my DNA to do two things at once. Possibly. Unfortunately the one thing I have yet to master is doing them in two different places at once even places not very far away from each other. This is unfortunate because that means you have to choose and I'm very bad at choosing. Tonight at the Brisbane Powerhouse (one of my favourite Brisbane venues) I had to walk past the set up for a Dead Puppets Society workshop performance AND the World Press Photography exhibition to get into the Visy Theatre.
Tricky stuff. I love the work of the Dead Puppet boys. Press is my chosen career and photography my chosen recreation but in the Visy Theatre was the one thing that tops all that - musical theatre. Done well that's my thing. The rest I just had to peek at and think "there's always next time".

Friday, July 13, 2018

July 13. Day 194. Hands off

Thought for today: "There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream." Right now the issue on the table is privatising the ABC. Let's be honest, that's not going to happen.  Rural Australia won't let that. The Country Women's Association, The National Farmers Federation and the National Party none of them will see the ABC out of public hands. But the devil is in the detail. You can kill off the ABC in a death by one thousand cuts. Funding cut after funding cut, staff cut after staff cut, content cut after content cut and the ABC name may remain in public hands but it will be an empty shell of a public broadcaster. Those of us who love the ABC  are determined not to let that happen and we took to the streets today. A large crowd gathered outside the Russell Street studios to protest the latest in a long line of threats to the ABC. It was a very well mannered affair, considered and dignified. Actually I thought a bit more chanting and fist pumping would have been in order. I like a good chant - but that's not my reasoning. While the speeches were very motivating and well thought out they were preaching to the converted - literally. The message needs to be sent to politicians and governments who like to use the ABC as a whipping boy. It is the ultimate shoot the messenger target. A rowdy crowd gets TV coverage and TV coverage gets attention. It's as simple as that. These may not be the usual demographic for loud protests which is exactly why it would be so powerful. Give me a megaphone people.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

July 12. Day 193. Sing. Sing out loud


My neighbour Margaret is quite hard of hearing. I know this because of the often weird conversations we have where the answers given often bare no relationship to the questions asked. I know this because of the volume at which she sets the TV. I know this because of the number of times I'm asked to repeat myself. But there were two clear signs early on, before we had as much to do with each other as we now do. Sign one. She asked me my son's name. Clearly my yelling OLIVER! had escaped her. But then there was the time I mentioned I was going to see him sing in a concert. "Oh," she said. "I didn't know he sang." Call the audiologist immediately. That boy is always singing and he sings with a great deal of gusto. To put it another way, he is really, really loud. I've always said he was born with a faulty volume switch. In a domestic situation, loud is not always an attribute. On stage, finding that can be your friend. That big strong voice was showcased at a singing concert tonight. A number of Fame students whose mothers pay for private singing lessons  (to quote my own joke) got to display their talents before a group of family and friends. It was a special kind of awesome. These performers are all still young but some I have watched develop for about a decade. It's so wonderful to see how both the talent and confidence has grown. That's something to be loud and proud about.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

July 11. Day 192. Down a rabbit hole

It was my dad who first introduced me to the works of Lewis Carroll. He loved him. He would recite great chunks of text  about Alice's adventures. He was especially fond of the Walrus and the Carpenter and the Jabberwocky in particular. It makes me smile to think about how happy these rhymes would make him. As such, I've always felt a great deal of affection for the crazy tales that are Alice, even though it's a bit too out there for more normal taste. Indeed I sometimes think Carroll should follow his own advice  "begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop." That suggests something quite straight forward and linear. Alice is anything but. And so translating it for the stage and making sense of the "stuff and nonsense" is no easy task. But today I went down the rabbit hole with Alice at the Brisbane Powerhouse and it was an exciting journey. It was bright, colourful and zany. For a piece of children's theatre I have to say it looked beautiful. I couldn't help but think it would have received the Barry Hetherington seal of approval.