Last Monday night/Tuesday morning Nancy scratched me. I don't blame her, I imagine she was lying next to me and I rolled on her tail or something equally traumatic and brutal. The upshot was however I got an infection in my hand, which made it swell up like an inflated rubber glove. It was always usable, but low-key painful, looked weird, and seemed to be getting worse until I got the antibiotics I needed.
The antibiotics lasted until a few days ago, and the hand almost completely back to normal. But the weird bit is the experience feels like it's triggered the old shingles response. Now, particularly in the knuckle of my middle finger, I have a weird itchy-internal pain (that's right, I can't describe it). To be honest, I don't completely hate it, which I know is a peculiar thing to say. I guess I would prefer it not to be there but it's also kind of interesting.
I won't keep you updated.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
I was walking to the train this morning (though as it transpired a bus came and I got that instead) and I was thinking for no reason I can glean about The Fall and specifically the song ‘TheClassical’ which is on Hex Enduction Hour and which contains the line, ‘bring on the obligatory niggers’. I seem to remember (though this may have been a bit of puff) that at the time that record came out, story went that Motown were about to branch out into new wave or something and they were this close to signing The Fall and they heard the line about obligatory niggers and said no. And that there was a bit of a thing about how out of touch they must have been at Motown because they didn’t ‘get it’. (This is in the Wikipedia article on the album).
But it also occurred to me, 35-something years later, that I don’t ‘get it’ either. As much as I am resistant to gut reaction shutting down of artistic expression, I have to admit the obligatory niggers thing does bother me, I guess because even if you suspend all evidence to the contrary even if it’s possible that the ‘niggers’ in question aren’t black people (btw there is nothing to say that they’re not, and when did some version of ‘nigger’ show up that wasn’t a black person? Elvis Costello’s ‘whiteniggers’ in ‘Oliver’s Army’?) then it’s still some kind of rejection of a recognizable racial-ethnic-cultural group, a group that we (or at least the narrator) has to endure despite their difference.
I guess if I thought about it I imagined that the ‘niggers’ in the evoked scenario had been incorporated, to the narrator’s disgust, out of political correctness (not that this was a known phrase in 1981) and that their inclusion demeaned us all. But that was a copout; I just didn’t know.
There are things you can wonder about how much the artist needs to explain his or herself and, as I said above, the freedom of the individual to say what they want in art, but really, fuck that shit. I looked up Hex Enduction Hour on Wikipedia to see whether there was any discussion of controversy re ‘obligatory niggers’ but no, although the phrase is mentioned alongside another ‘call to arms’ type song, ‘Crap Rap 2/ Like to Blow’ in which Mark Smith describes himself (?) as the white crap that talks back. I mean, cool. Against what? ‘Niggers’?
* I discovered on Wikipedia as well that Stewart Lee thinks Hex Enduction Hour is the best record ever made. He’s smarter than me, so I am probably wrong. Or he has just never listened to the ‘obligatory niggers’ bit.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
I actually don't have much to say about Twin Peaks II but I did watch it all the way through, which is more than I can say for the original. Anyway. It had its moments. I felt manipulated but I guess that's OK, TV is meant to do that right.
I was a little perturbed when I saw I actually hadn't added anything here for a couple of months (then I remembered actually I had - only it was stuff set to publish later in time, God Willing the World is Still Here Which It May Not Be). I am into that kind of thing, as I have probably previously mentioned.
Nothing is happening though, here or anywhere. Work. Lots of half-finished projects. And a few unbegun. Nancy is thriving, which is important. To show how much she's thriving she woke me up at 3 am to go outside. I then let her inside, went back to sleep and woke up at around 3:45 thinking I had to let her in. But LOL she was already in. It's these kinds of hilarious moments that keep us going in the tough times.
Monday, July 10, 2017
I don't really get it. It's like 70s experimental drama and seems very made up on the spot, though presumably it isn't. It's probably really scripted but maybe the scripts were made up on the spot.
Oh well I'm into like episode 4. I suppose I'm engaged adequately. So I should stop being annoying about it.
Monday, July 03, 2017
Well I am awake at 12:41 am having gone to sleep at, I think, around 7pm. I could be wrong about that it was a hazy time. I kind of feel five hours' sleep approximately is probably alright though. Why such a fucked up sleeping pattern? Well, it being the beginning of the month, I'm going to appear on ABC local radio this morning at 4 to talk about Australian music history again - I'll be discussing the 1960s (I did this a month ago, you can listen here if you want, I don't know how it came out, I haven't reviewed it myself). At 5 I'll be let loose on the world and will probably then go to my workplace and do some research for my 9:15 am radio appearance on RRR where I'll be briefly talking about renaming places.
On Sunday afternoon I undertook a longish walk from campus through the city to Port Melbourne/Fishermans Bend where I took the punt from Lorimer St to Spotswood
and then walked aimlessly through Spotswood/Yarraville by which time I had very sore feet (this is probably 3 1/2 - 4 hours walking, not sure) and then got on a couple of buses.
Hey maybe soon I will get around to describing my domestic situation at the moment which is probably best described as holding pattern but not entirely unpleasant. Nancy is here which is the main thing. She is having a good time too because she really enjoys the company of her co-tenant Huntley.
I've never seen Nancy have a relationship with another cat before (she's always been very human oriented and I've only seen her react negatively to other cats) so I'm pretty chuffed by this. They seem to have very quickly fallen into a pattern of seeking each other out for hi jinx in the morning, then hanging out sleeping until lunch time, then drifting apart (as far as I can tell) then there's dinner competition (Huntley wants to eat Nancy's food) and time apart then reset the next day. That's how it looks to me anyway, I have to say I don't see them all the time and am at work or otherwise out a lot. Nice though.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
I don’t remember much fuss being made re winter solstice in previous years but maybe it seems so peripheral I forgot. Today is that day. I am not thrilled by the cyclic nature of the seasons and all I see is the regrettable future summer on the horizon. I really should move to Kergeulen.
All that said, boy/young man sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve on the train was a disaster and horrible.