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The
bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music
and Outrageous Fortune. |
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Three
days in Hobart to salve our souls..
1)
The view of fishing boats from the window at our
Zero Davey accommodation.
2)
For francophiles - Daci & Daci (pron. dutsee)
where we breakfasted 3) A rainbow to greet us at
Mona
4)
When you finally get to the top of the ninety-nine
steps you see these parking spaces for David Walsh
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9)
Gould's fish! Just as described in the book |
Oh
MONA..
28.6.14 - Maria has never been
to Tassie, but she has visited most of the world's
finest galleries and art museums and was keen to
check out David Walsh's MONA
(Museum of Old and New Art) and so a month or so
ago she happily planned a three-day visit to Hobart.
We left Melbourne just as a wintery storm rolled
in and so we were delighted to find that Hobart
was chilly, but bathed in sunlight when we arrived
- we were lucky with the weather for the whole three
days really.
We checked into our hotel and found our room exactly
as represented on the Net - the view of the boats
(pic 1) is verging on charming I think
you'll agree. We went for a walk to check out Hobart's
famous Salamanca Place and had a very nice lunch
at Smolt before checking out the adjacent touristy
shops, (all |
sporting
similar '50s and '60s cool jazz soundtracks) before
heading back to the hotel. We couldn't make up our
minds where to eat that night and reluctantly settled
on Fish Frenzy, one of the many fish-type cafés
on the docks, which turned out to be the only disappointing
meal of the trip.
The next morning we ate breakfast at Daci
& Daci, (pic 2) a quite fabulous
French-style pâtisserie we'd spied the previous
day and were in plenty of time to board the MONA
ROMA ferry at 11.00. It was at this point I started
to realise the scale of the MONA operation. For
instance, the ferries (there are two of them) are
pretty much brand new and presumably purpose-built.
I suppose because I'm attuned to such things I noticed
the piped music was modern and idiosyncratic, as
opposed to say, the music in the Salamanca arts
& craft shoppes, just a couple of examples of
the kind of macro and micro-managing that's entirely
absent from state run institutions and there were
many more examples of this unprecedented attention
to detail to come.
I should warn the verging-on-unhealthy (like myself)
that there are ninety-nine steps to negotiate to
reach MONA's entrance (which is itself an installation)
and we were quite breathless when we reached the
top. In a daze we wandered into the reception area
and showed our tickets and were advised to take
the see-through tubular lift (with muzak) or the
stairs winding down to the bottom basement (pic
3) to pick up our 'O's and start our tour of
discovery.
I could go into detail about what we experienced
over the next nearly five hours but mere words (or
pictures for that matter) wouldn't adequately explain
the exhiliration we both felt at the end of it all
- and we didn't even get to see everything either.
(Mind you, that was probably because we indulged
in a smashing ninety minute lunch at the in-house
restaurant, The Source). (pics 4, 5 & 6)
I've never felt anything like exhilirated at a gallery
or museum before, and Maria, who's vastly more experienced
in this area than I am, was equally inspired. Still
reeling from lunch we fasted that night (apart from
the Freddo Frog I found in the fridge) and the next
morning breakfasted once more at Daci & Daci
before walking to Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery
(TMAG)
to take in a more conventional version of a museum/art
gallery. I enjoyed seeing the stuffed Tassie Tiger
(and some accompanying footage of the last live
ones in captivity) and I got a slight thrill to
see the Gould painting of fish (pic 9)
(I recommend Richard Flanagan's book Gould's
Book of Fish) but neither of us had the energy
to drag ourselves around all the exhibits - the
exhiliration of the previous day's experience had
quite spoiled us for the mundane and the ordinary.
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3)
The bar - 17 metres underground! 4)
Food porn dept: this is my lunch - a hanger steak
and some other stuff
5)
Cheers everybody! Not too many other people in The
Source at this stage, but it filled up 6) The bill!
7)
Time to go - down the 99 steps this time 8) A completely
stuffed thylacine at TMAG |
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The
Drs' Sellers join me, Maria and Maria's handbag
for a birthday meal |
The
Birthday Boy
23.6.14 -This is such old news
already, but there've been extenuating circumstances
preventing the prompt reportage of such events.
James finally made it down from Shepparton and updated
my PC with Windows 7 and that, combined with the
acquisition of my first iPhone, has caused considerable
fretting and enforced procrastination. As if I needed
an excuse.
Anyway, on Sunday the Sellers' joined Maria and
me at Rumi for a muted but classy celebration of
my 69th birthday. It was an appropriate way to topple
into the abyss. |
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The
visiting Koehne Quartet take their first sitting
O from an appreciative bunch of Boomers before
even playing a note..
A trip to the Woodend Winter Arts Festival
10.6.14 - I always
know it's Queen's Birthday weekend because it's
my mum's birthday on June 7th - and this year
was special with my mum turning ninety for the
first time. We had a synchronised party here in
Mt Waverly with Chris and the Warrandyte Rudds
in attendance and effected a live cross per Skype
(thanks Jeremy and Susie) to the pre-dinner drinkies
in Mum's room at the Auckland Hilton. That's when
it's worth living in the Technological Age.
Maria and I barely ate on Sunday as we were still
feeling the effects of over-eating on Saturday
night. Maria had excelled herself with two majestic
Greek dishes and the Rudds brought a swag of killer
cheeses to complement them. We awoke on Monday
morning still feeling a little indifferent, but
there were things to do.
We'd booked to see Dr Betty Snowden's daughter
Joanne (Lewis) playing with her Viennese-based
Koehne
Quartet (pic) in the modestly proportioned
St Ambrose Catholic church in the mid-Victorian
townlet of Woodend, which quite sensibly has a
Winter
Arts Festival over Queen's Birthday weekend.
We arrived at the church early thinking the concert
began at 1.00, but retired to the main street
to secure takeaway hot chocolates after we realised
the concert actually began at 1.30..
Things were quite busy in the main street as it
turned out and we arrived back just seconds before
the concert began. The next hour and a half was
quite entrancing and I almost didn't notice that
the pews were cutting off the circulation to my
nethers. As I say, I almost didn't notice,
but I was glad there was an intermission to re-establish
contact with my buttocks. Maybe I should've purchased
a cushion available at the door from the enterprising
local scout troop after all. There were some sublime
moments of musical congruence and of sonority
and movement mixed with occasional waywardness
and equipment malfunctions that you can only get
at a live concert so I was glad we made the effort
to actually be there to hear it. Thinks:
I suppose Spectrum might've lowered the tone somewhat,
but it would be nice to do that sort of thing
every now and then..
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