Name / vocation, Chicken / egg?

My dear, old, surviving chook, “Ginger”* (“Ginge” to those who knew her well), needed to be euthanised (was only eating or drinking if hand “fed” and then only barely, only able to walk with great difficulty, hadn’t left her coop for almost two weeks, nearly 8 years...

SOMETHING I AM AMAZED ABOUT THIS WEEK (#17):

The number of nodding heads crammed into the background of any community announcement. Given that many of the announcement are made in the gravest of circumstances (mass shooting, bushfire emergency) it seems simply disrespectful to have a bunch of “job-worths”...

“All’s a mirror”, West Gallery, Thebarton

A large group show pairing ceramicists and painters. The big surprise was Gerry Wedd’s subtly, multicoloured, extremely painterly vessels, not even a hint of “blue and white”! Their decoration “recycles” images well known to observers of Wedd’s work, hearts and winged...

Yep! more of “The Book Grocer”.

Apparently, unlike many a rug store, they are closing (doesn’t actually say “when”, I guess , sooner or later, everything “closes”). And to mark their closing they are having a sale, though a somewhat unusual sale. Now, instead of all books being $5, “unless other...

“Golonka”, Wheatsheaf Hotel.

From “Golonka’s” Facebook homepage: “Making beautiful music with a wild gypsy heart, Golonka breathes fresh life into the folk music of Eastern Europe. Their songs speak of the stars and the moon, of pussycats and preachers, of love and death – and their live...

“My Holy War”, Jonathan Raban.

Yet another great $5 pick up from “The Book Grocer” on Rundle St, I don’t think I’ve ever come out of there without, at least, one new book. Raban, vaguely fits into the “travel literature” category, though “travel critique” might be more accurate. I’ve read a number...

Bong Joon-Ho retrospective: Early Films. Cinematheque / OZAsia Film Festival, Mercury Cinema. “Barking dogs never bite.” (2000) and “Memories of murder.” (2003)

I don’t know where a young South Korean film director would get the idea that he could create a morality play, complete with Greek chorus, by slamming together the filmic attitudes of Luis Buñuel and Jacques Tati and that a (very good) cocktail lounge jazz soundtrack...

“Norwegian by night”,  Derek B. Miller.

Not the sort of book I’d normally pick up, the cover had that distinctly crime / thriller look about it, but it was passed on to me by a reliable friend. A really good find (the book and the friend). You wouldn’t necessarily be happy at 80ish, being taken from...