We're struggling. Mawson's Place, Argyle Street, Hobart. January 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Sitting Is the Smoking of Our Generation. Dads Caring for Their Kids: It's Parenting, Not Babysitting. Toys and games: Are we paying for products that teach? Misogyny stinks, but we need to say more than 'This is horrible, poor us'. Celebrating Cassandre: Gorgeous Vintage Posters by One of History’s Greatest Graphic Designers.
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I could go some of these Indian Root Pills right now! Argyle Street, Hobart. December 2011. Before I get into the Q and A today, I just had to look up the tale of this old ad [above]. It turns out that Dr. Morse's Indian Root Pills were one of the great success stories of the good old patent medicine industry. The (possibly shady) ‘Dr.’ Morse asserted that the pills contained a secret blend of herbal ingredients that would help "cleanse the blood." Indeed, ‘dirty blood’ appeared to be the cause of all diseases to ‘Dr.’ Morse. I will confess to being slightly disappointed to not being able to access the miracle drug these days. They sound just the ticket! Alas, onwards to another Tuesday Q and A courtesy of Sunday Stealing. It’s a challenge this week – The TV Show Meme – especially difficult because I’ve watched a sum total of about eight television shows in the past six years… But first, a note from the Q and A designer! Before reading the questions, nominate ...
The gang is all here! Argyle Street, Hobart. February 2012. Maybe I posted this on Theme Thursday to get a REACTION. My face is so rarely seen on this here blog that it usually causes a flurry of judgements, whispers and swoons belly-laughs. Yet that little internal conversation set me thinking (understandably) about the third of Newton's laws of motion. You know, the one about how forces occur in pairs. Actio et reactio . "Every action is accompanied by a REACTION of equal magnitude but opposite direction." So then I wanted to write it down. First, I thought that it looks like this: Action → REACTION But then I thought that it might be better expressed like this: Action ↔ REACTION That is not right though. Therefore, I thought that it must be. Action → REACTION ↔ REACTION However, even that does not seem right. Ultimately, I have settled for: Action → REACTION ↔ REACTION ↔ REACTION ↔ REACTION ↔ REACTION ↔ REACTION [repeat to infinity] But I'm still not certain. Ar...
Cop shop. Approaching the corner or Argyle and Liverpool. Hobart CBD. December 2011. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and videos of fat people getting upset over the treatment of rich and famous people they will never know.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... It's devolution baby. The Twentieth Century as America’s cultural landscape altered every twenty or so years. These days popular style is stuck on repeat , consuming the past instead of creating the new... Wired offers its Five Best Toys of All Time . Best of all? You can snare all five for X-mas for less than a dollar! Moral philosopher Joshua Cohen touches on some hot button issues in this interview . I think he nails it on the topic of inequality. Vladimir Putin . He's back in the news. Mitt Romney leaps on Vietnam Vet for a photo opportunity , Vet happ...
The north east corner of the Argyle Street Carpark. Argyle Street, Hobart. February 2011. MORE car parks. Ever more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more CAR PARKS. Supplementary car parks. Additional car parks. Further car parks. Elegant car parks. Poignant car parks. Joyful car parks. Crotchety car parks. Futile car parks. Exhausted car parks. Embarrassed car parks. Sad, bitter, twisted, contracted, molested, untested, rejected, elected, suspected car parks. More and more car parks. Every day.
Revolutionaries do not make revolutions. The revolutionaries are those who know when power is lying in the street and then they can pick it up.
Dude looks like he's wearing a truss! Argyle Street, Hobart. February 2011. Stuff . Sometimes it seems to me that the world has been reduced to people wanting stuff , people getting stuff , people wanting more stuff , people getting more stuff , people getting rid of stuff , people complaining about stuff , people bragging about stuff , people needing stuff . Were people always like this? Was there always this much stuff ? Was there always such a focus on stuff ?
Hobart is well endowed with car parks. Argyle Street Car Park, Argyle Street. January 2011. Hobart is indeed well endowed with car parks. We have more car parks than you can poke a stick at. We have so many car parks, that people never stop complaining that we don’t have enough car parks. The problem with car parks, you see, is that you build car parks and more people get a car to park. The more people with a car to park, the more car parks we need. Then , the more car parks there are, more people get a car that they need to park. Therefore, you build more car parks. So you build more car parks, and even more people will get a car that they need to park. There’s a kind of witchcraft at work, and not even the first law of thermodynamics can stop it. Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car pa...
Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.
We have elevator shafts, but no building. Problem? Developments on Argyle Street, Hobart. January 2011. Sunday, you say? Sunday means Sunday Top Five ! How about a Top Five Excuses For Not Getting A Blog Post Up As Per The Accustomed Time ? A saltwater crocodile named ‘Bitey’ (inspired by his annoying habit of nibbling on other people’s belongings) ate my notes. Henry [and/or] Ezra . I’m having an epistemological break. The Internet was broken. What? Late? I’m not sure I understand you…
Hobart Private Hospital building, as seen from Collins Street. Hobart, January 2011. This is now the Hobart Private Hospital, which used to be the Queen Alexandria maternity wing, attached to the [ public ] Royal Hobart Hospital. One government sold it off in ’98, and a different government tried to buy it back in ’05 when they suddenly realised that they needed the space. Not the best example of sound public policy… Here is a little questionnaire that I like to call Getting to know you, getting to know all about you… Do you have any pets? I have two children. What was the last book you read? See the sidebar to the left. Do you like to cook? Yes I do. What kind of food do you like? I like savoury, spicy and sour things. Do you have brothers and sisters? One brother. Which sport do you like? Wii Sports Resort. Do you live alone? No, I do not. Do you live in a house or an apartment? A house. Have you ever lived in another country? No, I have not. Have you ever met a famous person? It dep...