Monday, July 16, 2018
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
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
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
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
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
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.