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Car parks, as a general rule, incredibly ugly. If you're after symmetrical lines though, they can be a source of many photographs.

I was going through an old notebook the other day and spotted a quote that I'd scribbled down no doubt three sheets to the wind that I wanted to reflect upon. The source was a - in a sad, pathetic, Hobart sense - a hipster doofus. He was arguing about being lumped in with a cohort that I assumed he identified with:
"Yeah, I know those guys, and yeah, we like... we do drink with them pretty much every night of the week, but it's not like I'm part of some uni bar scene."

See, for mine, nightly gatherings in the same place with the same people pretty makes you part of a scene.

That said, I'm pretty confident that the closest to a "scene" that I frequent these days is a Playgroup scene. So I'm interested, are you part of any scene? Would you care to confess to the world your involvement in any "scenes" in the past?
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Neva said…
I agree ....car parks ....or parking garages as we call them....singularly ugly.....
31 March 2009 at 10:23
Evening Light Writer said…
I am part of poetry scene in my area. I'm actually not a poet that reads my poems at events but I'm a poet that observes and listens.

I love your opening quote, Ginsberg is always a good idea.
31 March 2009 at 13:17
Miles McClagan said…
Come on, the carpark at Coles in Burnie was great! Hookers, a surly Peter Brock, trolleys everywhere, a real classless society!

I'm in no scene at all, other than the people who've been at the front of the phone book scene...
31 March 2009 at 19:27
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, and they smell.
1 April 2009 at 09:01
Kris McCracken said…
ELW, the poetry scene can be a pretty heavy scene.
1 April 2009 at 09:02
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, wasn't the Coles car park the K-Mart car park?

I used to know a bloke who was once on the front of the phone book, but I don't think that he was from Scotland.
1 April 2009 at 09:03
Colette Amelia said…
I have no scene, life exists within the Fortress of Solitude...oh maybe I am into a blogging scene and I don't know whether that is something to be brodcasting...at least not to my family.
1 April 2009 at 12:02
Miles McClagan said…
I call it the Coles carpark cos it was where I got the trolleys

There was the top bit and the underground bit, the underground bit was where we saw Brocky be surly, upper was the hookers
1 April 2009 at 13:16
KL said…
Now I don't know if this will be considered a scene or not, but let me try: coming to the USA, most of the Asian girls (chinese, Indian, Japanese, Pakistanis, etc, etc,...)would sit together for lunch or dinner in the cafeteria. It happened so because we didn't date and were not even interested in having boyfriends or dating. While most Americans would be sitting either with their partners, or dating-people or potential dating-people, partners, etc.

Now please mind that this was in Kentucky, a place which is not much cosmopolitan like NY/NJ or LA or Boston, etc. So, they hardly know about other cultures. So, seeing us sitting all the time together and not showing any interest in dating or BF's, all our American friends and colleagues and other people on campus were all the time enquiring why all Asian women are LESBIANS :-D?
1 April 2009 at 21:59
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, fear not, scenes are overrated.
2 April 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, I was with a fellow once who threw a rock at Peter Brock. Something to do with cars.

The lower deck of the K-Mart car park always featured the odour of stale urine. That said, the old CES offices in Burnie carried a stronger stench of piss.
2 April 2009 at 13:37
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I enjoyed that story very much. Having taught at the Uni for long enough, I am familiar with the tales of South East Asian/Subcontinental girls who very much struggled settling in to dormitory accommodation where all the Australians were a) drinking; b) taking drugs; and c) shagging like rabbits.

It must be quite the cultural shift!
2 April 2009 at 13:40
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