Dec 24, 2008
Dec 18, 2008
"They are together because they don't want to be alone"
"He pays her bills. She cooks his dinners"
By the way, if my post title doesn't make sense to you, the following images should help clarify.
Dec 16, 2008
(Photo from Reuters via stuff.co.nz)
...where record breaking bad winter weather has resulted in a state of emergency, with the Tiber river threatening to break its banks. The ABC reports that the river's level has risen by five metres in just two days, and most reassuring of all (not!), more storms are forecast. All I can say is that I'm crossing my fingers and toes for DRY weather over the next few weeks. A flooded Rome makes for a rather difficult month in the Eternal City -- especially considering the amount of walking we are scheduled to do. Somehow sheltering in the British School at Rome for four weeks just doesn't justify the course pricetag!
(Image from AFP via abc.net.au)
Edit: I guess I should just consider myself lucky that I won't be in Venice (feeling especially sorry for the girl in the fifth picture!):
(These images from nydailynews.com. Article here)
Dec 15, 2008
Dec 14, 2008
All this said, though, there is something weird and contradictory about putting perspex over a piece of graffiti. The Age says:
The Melbourne Pavillion's original apearence, image taken from The Age Travel section article dated 29.09.08
The laneways were overridden by Victorian Premier John Brumby. Brumby is quoted in online articles as wanting to promote the laneways' "European sense of cleanliness" rather than their graffiti. I guess what this all raises is who do we allow to decide what characterises a city, what is art, and furthermore which art deserves protection and which does not. It also highlights the differences of opinion between various levels of bureaucracy, which in turn indicates the unlikeliness that there will ever be a definite solution.
I guess the Melbourne-graffiti-at-Disneyworld fiasco coupled with the lost-Banksy fiasco makes me wonder whether someone like Brumby even cares that Melbourne has "lost its treasured Banksy," and furthermore why it is that we rush to protect and/or mourn this foreign street artist, but barely hesitate to think about local artists, who have an active and lasting relationship with Melbourne.
(Like Paisley, the artist responsible for this cat, whose work can be found throughout the CBD and inner Northern suburbs.)
(Ok, rant over. Time for bed. I hope this isn't toooo rambling and stream-of-consciousness, I guess it is just an issue that really does get to me, and I couldn't let the Age article go without saying at least something. )
Dec 10, 2008
Dec 8, 2008
Pan tu nie stał is an archive of vintage and folksy goodness from Poland. Frankie says the title means "Don't think this is your space" and my Polish-English dictionary says it means (roughly..) "You haven't been here before," but really this is irrelevant: the cute images are clearly the important part. I have a weak spot for all things Polish as I spent six months there in the winter of 2004, working as an English conversation assistant at a nun-run boarding school. Sounds crazy, I know -- and a little too much like something out of the Sound of Music -- which in fact, on several occasions it did indeed resemble.
The girls and I, accompanied by the nun who was the English teacher, did go on several walks in the mountains, and each time I was ever more tempted to break into a rendition of "the hills are ALIVE...." This impression was heightened by the fact that "my" nun was young, mischevious and liked French pop music and skimming stones. If she had left the convent to spend time looking after the motherless children of a grumpy Polish Baron I would have started worrying that I was living in some crazy Von Trapp alternate reality. But I digress. Pan tu nie stał is bardzo milutki (very cute) and an endless source of amusement for nerds like me.
On another note, and in another language, I am totally loving Yelle. Why? One, she is French, and French musicians are automatically cool (Phoenix, AIR, Camille....OK, maybe Serge Gainsbourg is an exception), two, her songs are infectious and put a big cheesy grin on my face, (the fun and infectiousness hides the fact that the lyrics are raunchy and witty - "Je Veux Te Voir" sends up Cuizinier from the mysogynistic hip hop group TTC) and three, her videos are absolutely nutty. Case in point:
(A Cause des Garçons)
Ah, those crazy, crazy French. The only problem with all this is poppy infectiousness + cute videos = only a matter of time before Yelle becomes yet another iPod commercial. Bleurgh.
Dec 4, 2008
Progress on the job front means my brief dalliance with unemployment is all but over, and as a result, so is the abundance of free time I found on my hands a few weeks ago. I still have many a photo I want to take, and many backdated photos to post, not to mention galleries to visit and the aforementioned tome of Rome-reading. I am starting to think this will all fall by the wayside, as for girls who dream of going to Rome, cashflow takes priority over cultural edification and navel gazing. As such, apologies in advance if this blog is sadly neglected in the next month. That's right, month. Maybe I need to get one of those counter gidgets..? It truly is starting to feel real now.