The Curious Case of the Murderous Moustache

(To be read in a BBC announcer’s voice, circa 1950): At any given second, all around the world, people everywhere are bent over computer keyboards, feverishly typing phrases into search engines. What can so many people be searching for?

Everyone who types something into a search engine, does so in the hope of gaining some knowledge that will aid them in some way. An answer to an essay question, an opportunity to win a $2000 shopping spree on their local radio station quiz, a recipe for brussell sprouts that sounds edible, or maybe the evidence that will help them win an argument.

Here at the ACME laboratory for Mildly Advanced Scientific Research, we have studied this phenomenon for some years now, and one fact that emerged from our research has caused quite a stir in the scientific world. Our studies show that at any given second, at least one person somewhere in the world will be searching for information relating to moustaches (or, as Americans like to spell it, “mustaches”, with the emphasis on the first syllable).

Moustache - cut out if needed

Moustache – cut out if needed

Source: A Free Moustache! 

Phonetically, the American word “mustache” looks right, but I like the way that the spelling of “moustache”, originally French, derived from the Italian moustacio, and now incorporated into English, subliminally suggests “mouse.” After all, moustaches are not entirely different from mice – both are small and furry and tend to move if someone speaks.

A mouse

I am not a moustache

source: Wikimedia

According to the Oxford dictionary, a moustache is a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.  I can’t help but suspect that this description was written by an Oxford dictionary employee with a strong distaste for moustaches, given the phrasing. The description evokes  an out-of-date container of yogurt, forgotten in the back of the fridge, growing mould.

Ah yes, moustaches. They are, in themselves, quite absurd. That surely is the only reason they keep popping up on my blog with such frequency.

If you don’t believe that moustaches are absurd, think again. Have a look at some of the people who famously wore moustaches, and you’ll have to agree that surely they chose to wear a moustache to deliberately look eccentric, or they were too eccentric to care that they had a ridiculous growth of facial hair between their nose and lip.

Of course, one can’t think “moustaches” without thinking of eccentric Spanish surrealist artist, Salvador Dali. Naturally, there is a book of photos of Dali, called “Dali’s moustache.”

Dali   pic: www.biography.com

Dali 

Source: http://www.biography.com

The Mona Lisa has also worn a moustache, courtesy of French artist Marcel Duchamp. Duchamp clearly perceived that a moustache signified the ridiculous, when he chose to draw one on the face of (a postcard image of) the Mona Lisa in one his “found object” artworks, known as L.H.O.O.Q.

File:Marcel_Duchamp_Mona_Lisa_LHOOQ

Source: Wikipedia

Duchamp’s “readymades” always caused a stir, because he had the nerve to simply alter a ready-made object (like this postcard, or in another famous case, a latrine) and call the slightly altered version a work of art, but in this case there was added outrage because he made fun of a revered work of art. The letters allegedly stand for a phrase along the lines of “She has a hot arse.” Total disrespect – Mon Dieu! But I digress.

Back to moustaches. By way of a final example, we have this poor troubled fellow:

Behold, the inspiration for the Spicks and Specks gameshow segment, "Musician or Serial Killer?"

Behold, the inspiration for the Spicks and Specks TV gameshow segment, “Musician or Serial Killer?”

Source: The Rumpus

We’ve travelled the gamut of moustaches here from eccentrically dapper to criminally inclined. If the handlebar moustache sported by Nick Cave above is supposed to make a statement, it must be an homage to notorious Aussie criminal Chopper Read.

Yet for all their faults, and they are many, there is so far no evidence that a moustache has ever murdered anyone.

So I was intrigued by the search typed into Google recently, which transported someone across cyberspace to land on my blog page. The search term in question was, did Nietzsche die because of his moustache? 

Now before you spit tea into your own moustache in amusement at this question, stop a moment to ponder. Have you actually check out the moustache in question? If not, you can find pictures here or here. (I refuse to post yet another picture of the hideous creature (and it’s human) in my blog).

I think you’ll agree – that is no ordinary moustache. On close inspection (ugh!) it does seem possible that the moustache may be a separate, living entity. There is no doubt that a moustache of such volume and density could easily suffocate a man in his sleep. Or choke him to death. Or cause him to starve to death, by making ingestion of food impossible through that tangled wilderness of hair. Or, perhaps  its weight caused him to overbalance at an inopportune moment – while fishing at the edge of a high cliff face above the ocean on a gusty day,  for example, or perhaps while balancing precariously on a high wire in a circus tent – and topple to his death.

I have to admit that this version of events does not fit with the accounts of Nietzsche’s death on record, but we know that people’s memories are notoriously poor in recalling the details of an event, and also, that records are sometimes tampered with.

So in answer to the question about whether Nietzche’s moustache could have been the cause of his death, I offer a quote from Sherlock Holmes:

- when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. 

My own take on Holme’s theory is: if you have not managed to eliminate the impossible, and your word count is nearly 950, simply suggest that the impossible (i.e, being killed by your own moustache) is highly probable, and then leave your reader to draw their own conclusions.

Think for yourself

It’s that time of the academic year. Diligent students are putting their heads down, rolling up their sleeves, sharpening their imaginations, shaking the dust off the piles of reference books tottering on the desk next to them, and lazy (or time-challenged) students are turning desperately to Professor Google, in the hope of  finding easy answers to the essay questions they have been set.

In case you’re wondering, I’m aware of this because an increased amount of search terms landing on my blog are searching for clues to the themes in the great classics. Is Shakespeare an absurdist? Is Wuthering Heights a study of melancholia? Did Nietzsche die because of his mustache? (Huh??? Sorry, that intriguing question can wait for a different post.)

For example:

life is but a tale told by an idiot

wuthering heights melancholia

does the place support macbeth there you that life is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and the fury signifying nothing (??? Good luck writing an essay)

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so that it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies…

it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing how is it existentialist/absurdist?

There’s a fine line between thinking about somebody and thinking about not thinking about somebody but I have the patience and self control to walk….

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing meaning

existentialism in macbeth’s tomorrow

is oskar’s monologue included in the novel extremely loud and incredibly close

which word completes the quote…..it is a tale/told by an……, full of sound and fury signifying nothing 

Existentialism? Never heard of it!

Existentialism? What is that shit?

I’m pleased to see that one of my favourites, Macbeth, is still popular on reading lists, and it’s good to see that students are also reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer, (which I wrote about here) and A Visit From the Goon Squad, by Jennifer Egan. (which I wrote briefly about here) because I loved both of those books.

Now, my initial tendency is to frown in disapproval, to think these students have not, for whatever reason, read, or taken in, the play or novel in question and are unable to come up with a response for themselves. I feel that they are really missing out. But perhaps I shouldn’t rush to judge them just because they are using Google to search for answers. Perhaps they won’t plagiarise the answers they come across.  Maybe they’ll use the entry on Wikpedia as a springboard to guide their further research, rather than to copy word for word into their essay. Perhaps they are hoping to land on a reference list they can print off and take to the library. Here’s hoping.

I’ve always been grateful that my English Literature teacher in year 12, Mrs McRoberts, forbid us to read any secondary references on the books we had to write about in our final exams. Our ideas had to come from our own interpretations, aided only by lively discussion in class. That Literature class was probably the best and most creatively stimulating class I ever took. (and I have a Bachelor of Fine Art). (Despite that Literature class, it never occurred to me to pursue writing – go figure.)

There is also another, complementary theme to the searches on my blog at the moment – people searching for a painless way to write a 4000 word essay:

4000 word essay

4000 word essay 4 days

4000 words in 3 days is it possible?

Can you write 4000 word essay in one day

How long does it take to write 4000 words?

As it happens (not co-incidentally), I’ve previously written a helpful post on how to write a 4000 word essay, which is the reason all these hapless creatures are landing on my blog. Warning: it’s almost guaranteed that my post on this topic will be no help at all, and in fact, that anyone who takes 4 minutes to read that post will wish they had those 4 minutes back, as they would have been better spent putting a header on their essay. What’s more, they now have only 2 days, 23 hours and 56 minutes to write it in, and are still none the wiser on where to start.

I feel a little bit guilty about that – I didn’t intentionally write that post to waste the time of people who’ve obviously left it till the last minute to start their 4000 word essay and are so panicked that they are hoping the internet can help them do it. Well, why did you write it? I hear you ask. Fair question. As you’ll probably gather if you read it, I wrote purely to waste my own time, when I should have been writing a 4000 word essay.

So I speak from experience, therefore, when I say to the person who asks, can you write a 4000 word essay in one day? - why, yes you can! Don’t waste time Googling the internet to ask if it’s possible, just  start writing!

Of course, your essay will be vastly improved if you have already done some reading on your topic before you start writing (a tip that I really must try to follow myself at some point, here on this blog!). Your essay will also benefit if you can schedule in some time to review what you’ve written and ensure that you have structured the essay in a logical way that leads towards a coherent conclusion. University professors are a fussy bunch, and notoriously picky about people submitting academic essays that start with lines like  ”Well, as I was only just saying to my hairdresser the other day”  and end with “as you can see from the above anecdotes, it seems reasonable to suppose that the proposed theory could well be correct.”

This Melbourne University academic has already marked this post as a D- and commented, "no coherent structure to the essay. It appears you have not read the references"

This Melbourne University academic  commented, “no evidence of having read the references, no coherent structure.” and marked my post with a D-

However, don’t panic. Elements such as content, an introduction, a well-thought-out argument, a cohesive structure and a logical conclusion are what we call in the industry*, value-add ons. You asked merely if it was possible to write a 4000 word essay in one day and I answered, yes. A quick calculation will tell you that you just need to blurt out 500 words an hour and you can have it written in 8 hours. An essay written that way probably won’t get you an A+, (or even a C-)but it is possible to do it.

(Not that I would ever attempt it – I’m not a total masochist!)

Fortunately for me, as it happens, I’m writing a blog, and not an academic essay, so if I’m missing an introduction, a cohesive, flowing argument and a logical conclusion that sums up the argument, I’m not going to lose any points, so I reckon I might finish right here.

*the advertising industry

The Beatles – Think For Yourself

Do what you want to do

and go where you’re going to

think for yourself

cos I won’t be there with you

Old World, New World

I have a debt with the government. It’s left over from the Fine Arts degree I did about 20 years ago. Yes, you may be surprised to hear this, but an undergraduate degree in painting did not lead me straight into a glamorous, high paying career at the Stock Exchange – or even into a job paying the mid-level wage that would have triggered automatic debits from my salary to pay off the debt.

Over the years I’ve pondered a multitude of different career possibilities, yet done nothing about pursuing any of those careers. My main reason was the cost of further study, and the added debt I would have incurred from taking it up.

Careers I’ve considered over the years include: teacher, graphic designer, illustrator, interior designer, artist, curator, art therapist, aromatherapist, naturopath. One career that I never thought about until today, however, was that of anthropologist.

According to the University of Melbourne,  Anthropology is the study of the many societies and cultures of the world and their complex interaction. Admittedly that sounds interesting, but I’m not really thinking about studying it. For a start, if it’s at Melbourne University, it probably costs about $80,000 AUD, and therefore is out of my price range by about $78,000.

According to Wikipedia, however, There is a sense in which every human being is an anthropologist, if we accept a very humanistic and generous interpretation.

Hey, I’m happy to accept a humanistic and generous interpretation if it means I get an extra qualification without added debt! I’ll happily accept an honorary degree in anthropology – thanks Wikipedia! I’ll update my CV this weekend.

So, as I am now officially an anthropologist, I thought it would be appropriate to list some of the observations noted on my recent field-trip in Europe.

(Note: anthropologists with real, university degrees place a lot of emphasis on immersing oneself in a particular culture, and then producing long, and – let’s face it – sometimes dreary – treatises on the behaviour and cultural differences they observe. But as one of the new breed of “honorary anthropologists”, I think that a few days is quite sufficient, since the key differences between cultures can be spotted in a day, and that there is no need to write a 500 page book when a short blog post can summarise cultural differences quite succinctly.)

To illustrate, here are some the differences (from Australian cities) I observed in cities in Europe:

Toilets: In Australia, public toilets usually have a toilet seat. In Europe, they were often without a seat. Who knows why this is? – I do not care to contemplate the lack-of-toilet-seat phenomenon too deeply.

Garbage Trucks: In Australia, garbage trucks are, well…..big, like real trucks are. In Rome, the garbage trucks are like big toy trucks!

A garbage truck in Rome (notice it's smaller than the person next to it).....so cute!

A garbage truck in Rome (notice it’s smaller than the person next to it)…..so cute!

Football: In Australia, of course, it’s well known that we have more space than we know what to do with – after all, most of the country is outback or desert. So there are large parks and football grounds all over the place, even in cities. In many of the European cities we visited we saw no large parks, but frequently walked through a group of kids kicking a soccer ball in a small, concrete city square. My field notes suggest that they seemed to be having just as much fun as Aussie kids have kicking it on grass.

The logistics of how consumer goods are moved and distributed: In Australia, food and consumer goods are brought in by container ships to the docks, and/or loaded onto semi-trailers, and driven across the country by truckies on speed. These semi-trailers are backed into huge warehouses, or loading docks, and the goods are unloaded in bulk, into vast, impersonal supermarkets. In many European cities we visited, the streets are simply too small for large trucks to bring bulk goods in, and there is no room to build huge supermarkets. This must make the logistics of getting food into the city tricky, but the advantage is that the food in the many small bakeries and delis is made fresh on the premises, and the locals probably know the baker/deli owner because they drop  in every second day for their loaf of bread and bottle of wine. So the lack of space in these cities creates a whole different culture of shopping – a much nicer culture, in my view.

Coffee: In Melbourne we pride ourselves on doing good coffee. So much so that lately I’ve heard from more than one source, that coffee in Melbourne is far better than coffee in Italy. Well I’m here to tell you that is bulls**t. There is definitely good coffee in Melbourne, but there is also plenty of mediocre coffee. All the coffees I had in Italy were good, and they were also better priced!

Suburban: Yes, it’s true. Despite the image of France that I’ve gained from French cinema, where everyone is thin, and lives in a cool inner-city apartment, or a quaint country cottage, I discovered that cities in France have outer suburbs that look like the outer suburbs  anywhere else in the world: dull, depressing, and filled with factories, truck yards, and daggy, themed restaurants.

IKEA: there is an IKEA store in an outer suburb of Paris. I suppose I should have expected it.

Plastic bags:  In the interests of strengthening the sustainability of the environment, in Australia we are strongly encouraged to re-use bags, and at some businesses, we are forced to buy a bag if we don’t have one. Ireland, where my sister lives, is way ahead of us – there, plastic bags have not been given out in shops for at least a decade. Not so in Italy, Spain and France, however.  It appeared that these countries are on a campaign to give out as many plastic bags as possible, and to do so even in the face of opposition. In Rome, early in our trip, I brought a bag with me, as I’m used to doing, and gestured to the elderly woman, to show that I had a bag to use for my purchase. Her response was a tolerant smile, as if I was being silly. She pulled out a plastic bag and popped my new coffee pot into it. I didn’t like to upset her, so I accepted it in the plastic bag she gave me. I went on to collect about 50 plastic bags over the  trip, which I will now, of course, re-use.

Disability: In Australian cities, people with a disability that affects their mobility are probably a lot better off – as far as ease of travel goes, at least. Naturally, because European cities are so much older, the streets are small and narrow, and frequently made of cobblestones. Lifts and elevators are often non-existent, particularly at railway stations, and when a lift was in operation, it was usually so small that it only fitted one person and one bag at a time – and would certainly not fit a wheelchair. For people with sight impairments there may be some advantages, though. We had cause to buy at least 3 different types of medication on our trip, and all 3 boxes had braille on them – presumably detailing the same information that we could read, about the medication. This is a small thing but seemed significant – a step that pharmaceutical companies selling their products within Australia could surely afford to do, too.

Those are just a few of the observations I made on my recent field trip. Now that I’m an anthropologist, I must write these up for my peers (according to Wikipedia, that’s all the rest of you, should you choose to accept the qualification)  to review. An anthropologist’s work is never done.

*

INXS – Old World New World

Old world, new world

I know nothing

but I’ll keep listening.

Trans Europe Express

Here I am at last, back at my blog after a month traveling in Europe, with no –  repeat – NO – laptop, only an iPhone, an Italian dictionary, and intermittent access to WiFi. (Less often than promised, no thanks to you, railway stations of France.)

As it happens, there is so much to do and see, when traveling in countries you’ve never been in before, that I didn’t have time to miss the internet, reading other people’s blogs, or writing on my own.

In Australia, we live so far away from most places, that traveling to almost any other country is a huge logistical and financial endeavour, so (speaking for myself at least) we don’t do it very often, and when we do, we feel compelled to make the most of it.  I aimed to see as much as I could, because it’s likely that I’ll never be in those places again.

For this reason, I had never planned to write my blog while I was travelling – I didn’t have the time or the headspace, and I didn’t go overseas in order to sit at a computer and write. In fact, shame on me, I didn’t write anything at all (with the exception of one blog post, written when we had access to a pre-historic computer in an apartment we were renting). That’s right, in a full month I wrote nothing more than an occasional shopping list! I didn’t scribble a single note to remind myself later of where we went or what we saw so that I could turn the whole trip into a jolly adventure story after the fact. (I did take over 1000 photos, so they might serve to jolt my memory of the trip if I do decide to publish my memoirs any time soon.)

It was a deliberate decision not to take a notebook and write notes to reference later. I wanted to be “in the moment,” rather than to be stepping back and constructing how an experience could be written about, even as it was still happening. Even when we travelled by train across Italy and France, I preferred to use that time to take in the landscape – and consequently saw some breathtaking scenery which I will probably never see again. I can stare for ages at landscapes/cityscapes/scenery, with that thought in mind – that I’ll probably never see this again. (You will notice that I add “probably” to myself, optimistically implying that there is a chance I might see it again.)

So now I’m left wondering where to start and what to say, about the past month that I spent in Italy, Spain and France.

Paris, looking over the Seine

Paris, looking over the Seine

There is so much that could be said, and probably has already been said by better travel writers than I (in fact, I’m not widely recognised as a travel writer, and given how infrequently I travel, other than to regional country towns to visit aging parents, I’d be mad to give up my day job and try surviving on travel writing, so let’s just admit here and now that I’m not a travel writer!) that almost every observation I could make about traveling, or the places we saw, seems in danger of sounding either trite, superficial or patronising. There is no point in me telling you all that Rome was fantastic, Paris was beautiful, Venice was pretty, Nice had a beautiful beach, etc. This is information you could glean from any travel brochure.

Looking over Barcelona, Gaudi architecture in the foreground

Looking over Barcelona, Gaudi architecture in the foreground

It will have to suffice for this post, for me to say that one surprising thing I noticed on this trip was how time slowed down. A work colleague told me this would happen, but I didn’t believe her. I’ve travelled before, but my memory of this effect must be hazy – I don’t remember noticing it. It’s surprising because you expect that, if anything, you’ll be having so much fun that time will fly, as it is proverbially supposed to do in that situation.

In reality though, we found that we were cramming so much into our days, and traveling to so many different places, (we stayed in 10 different cities in one month, and saw a LOT of train stations) that after a day and a half in a particular city we’d feel like we’d already been there a week. After the first week, we felt like we’d been traveling for a month. By half way through the trip (ie about 2.5 weeks in), we’d talk about things we did or saw in the very first city we’d been in, and it felt like we were talking about some distantly remembered holiday from years earlier. The other surprising effect of this was that, by the one month mark, despite being in Paris, we were not entirely sorry that the trip was coming to an end – apart from the grim awareness of the gruelling 22 hour journey ahead of us.

Overseas travel is a bit like having a baby, I guess – once you’ve gone through the extended period of pain that is 22 hours in transit, had a shower and a sleep in your own bed, and recovered from the tiredness, you are open to the idea of planning the whole thing all over again. Should finances permit.

Palantine Hill, Rome, in the middle of the city.

Palantine Hill, (Roman Ruins), in the middle of Rome city.

More Liebster, now with 100% less apostrophes

Welcome to part 3 of the 3 part series where I fulfill my obligations as a Liebster award nominee.

Annoyingly for those who nominated me, it has taken me ages to respond to the nominations. My excuse is that I was very busy working 2 jobs, and in my spare time, making preparations for a long overdue holiday, comprising of an overseas trip! Im sure its hard to feel sorry for me when you hear that, but that is the only excuse I have.

Now, believe it or not, Im trying to make up for it, by typing this on a computer in Florence, Italy, that looks as though it was built when the city was at its best, ie, during the Renaissance, and apparently before the invention of the apostrophe, as I cannot locate one. I drafted most of this post back in Oz before departing, so Im just editing it (apostrophe-free) on this computer.

So today I will address 11 questions that were posted by Pink Jumpers, with my apologies for how long it has taken me.

Questions and answers will be presented together, in one, simple, easy-to-read format, designed for mobility and easily packed up into the size of a piece of chewing gum so you can put them in your pocket to read, or chew, later on, as the mood takes you – perfect for travelling!

1. What advice would you give to any aspiring blogger?

Read lots of blogs before you start. Focus on the ones that grab your attention and make you want to keep coming back. Youll probably find its not simply the subject matter and content, but also the way that blogger writes about it that interests you. Since that is the style of writing you respond positively to, try to use that style as a guide to how to write while finding your own voice on your blog.

(Of course, bear in mind that this sage-sounding advice comes from someone who until recently only had imaginary people reading her blog, so what do I know?)

2. What happened on the best day of your life?

The most recent best day of my life was probably the day AFTER arriving in Rome on this trip, having finally slept and showered off the griminess of being stuck in the same clothes for about 36 hours.

Id love to accompany this post with some photos (and apostrophes) but the computer Im editing this post on was built before iPhones were invented, and looks too old to try downloading images onto.

3. If you could hug anyone, who would you choose?

My brother John.

4. Are you a morning or a night person?

Neither really, although if forced to choose, I’d probably stay up late. As I’ve answered before, I’m an overlooked third option – I function better when I get my of sleep at both ends of the day. At exceptional times – for example when travelling overseas – Im happy to get up at 6am to make the most of the day, but  as pay back, Im bound to be totally zonked by 9.30pm.

5. If you became the ruler of the world, what would you do first?

Thats easy – Id resign and hand the role over to someone else. I have no interest in ruling anything, let alone the world. Plus, I suspect those World Leader types don’t get a lot of sleep. That life is not for me. I’d be better utilised as the Personal Assistant to the World Ruler – as long as that didn’t necessitate 6am starts, or 2am finishes, or carrying a tray of hot coffees up the stairs to a conference of World Leaders, because that would just end in tears.

6. What is the most impulsive/spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?

Are there degrees of spontaneity? I guess that I, and everyone else, yes, even the most cautious and predictable person such as my mother, do small, inconsequential, spontaneous things every day. Things like thinking – I feel like having a cup of tea! Wow – I think I’ll cross the road to check out that vintage shop on the corner! Hmmm…I came to the supermarket for toilet paper but I think I’ll grab a block of chocolate as well! All of those tiny things are done spontaneously, so how do I measure what the MOST spontaneous thing I’ve ever done is? Overall Im someone who likes to think major decisions through, so I am not inclined to make really big decisions spontaneously -  on the other hand, I make those decisions a lot more quickly than some people do. (For in December last year when I made the decision to take this trip, and had not yet booked flights, friends of mine had already booked their flights and organised all their accommodation and itinerary for a trip they are taking in September this year.)

7. If you had to chance to meet a single character in history, who would you choose and why?

At risk of taking another 4 weeks to write this post while I first try to decide who that would be, and then why, Im going to defer my answer to this question for a later post.

8. What is your favourite flavour of ice cream?

Honeycomb

9. What is your most prized possession?

The bits and pieces of my brothers things that I kept when he died.

10. If you could only listen to a single song for the rest of your life, which song would you choose?

Thats hard to choose, since clearly, after about week two of listening only to this song, I would hate it with a passion, so Id be loathe to nominate an all time favourite. Ill have to choose something that I like but could live without. I had Cannonball, by the Breeders, in my head for about 2 days straight on this trip so perhaps Ill nominate that for the dubious honor.

11. What is your favourite thing about blogging?

The freedom and creativity  of writing on my blog.
Now I think Ive fulfilled all the obligations of being a Leibster award nominee, apart from nominating other blogs. I fear it may be beyond the capabilities of this computer to open up multiple screens so that I can link up other blogs, so Im going to nominate the blogs that Ive already linked to on my homepage.
PS. – to Pink Jumpers, I have twice tried to link back to you in this post but it seems as though that is beyond the capabilities of this ancient computer. If it doesnt work, I will fix it up as soon as I am able to get to a device that can manage it….but unless thats my iphone, it may be 4 weeks away!
(PSS. Update a month later – back in Australia now and using a computer that was made in the current millenium, I’ve now linked back to you, hope it’s not too late!)

I found some questions to the answers

It’s time to answer a few questions.

There were questions posed a few weeks ago by 2 bloggers who nominated me for a Liebster award, and I have not as yet answered them, although I did manage to write a whole post loosely inspired by being nominated!

Anyway, I’m sure no-one is stewing over my answers, but I like to finish what I’ve started. (Actually that’s a cliche that’s not necessarily true, there are some things I don’t mind leaving unfinished, such as housework, or that interior design course I began in 1991.)

So let’s settle back for question time. I will probably only get through one batch of questions today, so I’ll do the questions that came with the first nomination. These were posted by Yeahthtsme.

  1. What is your biggest dream in life?

Ah, dreams. (takes sip of low-calorie soda and assumes a wistful grin) I guess by “dream” we understand that this answer can be something that will never happen. In ascending order of how unlikely they are to ever happen: I’d love to leave my job in arts administration and do a job with a much larger emphasis on writing skills, or even just basically write, for a living. I’d also like to co-host a radio show. Those two careers would go quite nicely together, as I could spend time writing my own material. If only I’d thought of this 20 years ago.

2. Name one expensive thing that you bought and now regret buying.

Well I’m a bit annoyed about the Breville blender that blew up after about 4 months of use. It was supposed to have cost about $350 although I used a voucher to cover half of that. I swapped it over (still under warranty), and now the brand new replacement model seems to emit a burnt smell when it’s used. I’m not really losing sleep over it since it’s still under warranty, but it’s disappointing and tedious to have to keep taking them back. I don’t really buy expensive things, so that’s about the best I can do for this question.

3. If you were a waiter and a customer was being rude, would you spit in their food?

Oh damn it, I always have such a conscientious and professional work ethic, that I probably wouldn’t! But if I was a waiter, I’d be the clumsiest waiter that had ever existed so there would be a high chance that the rude pratt would end up wearing their soup!

angry-waiter

4. Who do you look up to most in life?

As I am only about 158cm tall, I look up to most people, including my 13 year old daughter.  Probably the only people I don’t look up to are my mother, and my petite friend Claire. Since she left, I now have the dubious honor of being the shortest person at my place of work.

5. If you could be invisible, where would you go and what would you do?

I’d head into this store where I’d help myself to multiple new pairs of shoes!! In real life, I’ve never bought a pair of shoes there, because I just simply can’t justify spending over $200 on an item of clothing. (see above re. expensive items.) I just admire them longingly.

Mmmmm....boots........

Mmmmm….boots……..

6. Which is a favourite post of your’s and why?(links are welcome)

There was a golden age on this blog, and it was late 2010, to mid 2011. Back when no-one (alright, perhaps one real live person!) was reading it. All my favourite posts are from back then. I tend to think, or hope, that it’s because of some life events that happened since then, namely, the death of a close friend who enjoyed my sense of humour and regularly read my blog, and then, shortly after that, the death of my younger brother who wouldn’t even know what a blog was, but whose absence left an even bigger chasm in my life. One such favourite is this one about the history of the universe.

Why? Well, I suppose because it draws on historical fact but is written in a humorous style that was hopefully entertaining to read. Also, it stayed focussed on the central motivation to write it, which was to try and illustrate one mind-blowing fact that epitomises how amazing the universe is. That was the star that exploded at the beginning of my Very Brief History, whose light travelled through the billions of years of pre-history, and history, that I covered (in less than 1000 words – beat that, Stephen Hawking!), until it was finally close enough to be seen from earth, about 5 years ago. Once again – Wow.

7. What’s your favourite song?Why?

Today it is Bloodbuzz Ohio, by The National. Why? Um….the drums at the beginning, the way the song takes off and runs with it, the pause 3/4 of the way through when you know that after a beat or two, the drums are going to kick in again – it’s a very satisfactory whole package. Highly recommended.

8. If your life was turned into a movie, what actor would play you?

I could only give the project my approval if Jodie Foster agreed to do it,  and of course, regular readers would know that her contract needs to include a clause stating that to be authentic, she must lumber like a rhino. (see this post)

9. Who do you think is the most annoying person?

There is no doubt that the title of Most Annoying Person (I felt that it deserved some Upper Case Treatment) is reserved for a colleague* at my work. This person arrives somewhere between 10.30 and midday most days (I believe her negotiated start time is meant to be 10am) but her timesheet will usually show after the fact, that she was in at 9.30am. So, although she is more often than not, only in the office for around 5 hours on any given day, she manages to continually clock up “TIL” (time in lieu) and use this fictional TIL to take real days off work! Grrrr!

10. Your favourite movie, book?

Favourite movie – like everyone, I have sooo many – but the top of the list is probably a tie between What’s Eating Gilbert Grape and Memento.

Favourite book – until recently it was The True History of the Kelly Gang by Peter Carey. I loved the way he wrote it in the voice of Ned Kelly. It’s told in a stream of memories from someone with little education, who knows that he’s doomed, and the way the story rushes through whole paragraphs unconstrained by punctuation captures the sense of his life rushing towards it’s infamous end. After reading it, I became a Ned Kelly nerd for a while. I was obsessed with how fascinating the characters and the story were, and had to read every book about the Kelly gang that I could get my hands on. (I’ve recovered – I now couldn’t even tell you what year he died or where he lived.) But that was recently usurped by a new contender for the crown,  Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I wrote about that here.

Before

Before: looks like many other hipsters around Melbourne

  • 11. What does your blog mean to you?

It’s the place where I write whatever takes my fancy. I like writing because it enables me to express myself, and takes some skill required to do it well. Whether or not I’m doing it well, I don’t know, but I enjoy crafting a sentence. Even back when I was writing essays in English literature at school, I realised that writing was a reflective activity, that can lead to discoveries about myself and the world around me. I’m forced to think about why a particular post is my favourite, for example, or who I look up to the most, in order to express that in a piece of writing. I definitely have a curiosity about the world and the need to reflect about myself and what it all means, so I guess it’s my creative outlet for doing that.

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*Although I used the word “colleague” I really mean “manager”.

After

After: looks like an early prototype for Darth Vader.

PS: Update on Liebster Award To Do list:

I’ve still got 11 more questions to answer, then I have to devise questions myself, and nominate the people to answer them. As before, stay tuned…..I will get there, I hope!  Now….back to work/cooking dinner/all those other things that get in the way of writing blogs!

PS again – for anyone playing at home, who likes to work out what song I’ve referenced in the post title (many, but not all, posts are named with titles or lines from songs) this post is a line from a song by INXS, Here Comes, from the Shabooh Shoobah album.

A Man Called Liebster

The first thing I knew about this case was when a little red star appeared at the top right of my blog, indicating that someone had left a comment. I yawned and rolled off the office couch, and hit my head on the floor with a thud that woke me up good. A comment! I hadn’t had one of those in weeks, not since before I fired my secretary. I’d fired her because I couldn’t afford to pay us both. Now I had to make my own coffee.

I rubbed my sore head, and fixed a coffee the way I like it – strong and black. I  opened and read the comment. “I nominated you! All should become clear.” It was from someone called “Pinkjumpers”.

Hmmm. I considered the possibility that it could be a cryptic message from some leggy dame in one of those coral colored mansions down in the Canyon. Naturally she would want to keep it hush-hush that she was seeking the assistance of a private detective. I took another sip of my coffee and laughed at myself. As unlikely as it seemed, it was probably just as likely that it was just someone nominating me for an award for my blog, The Big Sleep – where I detail each of my cases. False names, of course! – a guy wants to be discreet in this line of work! Then I reminded myself that I’d had no cases for a good 6 weeks now though, so there was nothing new to be nominated for.

That award could look good on my mantlepiece next to the Maltese Falcon.

That award could look good on my mantlepiece next to the Maltese Falcon.

I leaned back in my chair and contemplated the view of the meatworks across the road, while I finished my coffee. The newspaper on my desk was from 10 days earlier. So was the half eaten donut that the ants were swarming over. I wondered just how much sugar it took to preserve a donut for that long, briefly felt some regret for firing my secretary, and made a mental note to clean up some time soon. Just as I was about to leave the office to go and find some brunch, another star appeared at the top of my blog page. Another comment! I opened and read this one.

“I’ve nominated you for a Liebster award. You can find the details here” and a link. This from someone called “Yeahthsme“. Yeah, sure that’s you, I thought to myself with a smirk. The question is, which “you” is it?

This was starting to feel like a set up, but I struggled to think, from all the enemies I’ve amassed in this line of work, who would be so completely lacking in subtlety? I like to flatter myself that my enemies have some brains, and since that dimwit, Bjorn the Ball Breaker, was in the slammer after his last hair-brained attempt at exortion, I couldn’t think of anyone else that would be quite so stupid.

I had nothing better to do that day, and the bar downstairs wouldn’t be open until midday, so I decided to check the links I’d been directed to by both commenters.

According to Pinkjumpers the rules of the Liebster award were:  to thank the person who nominated you and answer the 11 question they have asked you before nominating 11 other people and ask them 11 questions in return.

The badge that Pinkjumpers offered for this award was this:

liebster-award

I scribbled a few notes, and then compared Yeahthtsme. On this blog, the rules were Thank the person who nominated you, put a link to their blog in your post. Answer the 11 questions they have given you, list 11 random facts about yourself, and create 11 questions for your nominees. Present the Liebster Blog Award to 11 blogs of 200 followers or less, who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog to let them know they’ve been chosen

The badge that Yeahthtsme offered for the award was this:

wpid-liebster-award

Immediately my eagle eyes spotted discrepancies. They stood out like a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.* Firstly the badge was totally different. Secondly, the conditions as listed on Yeahthtsme’s blog include listing 11 random facts about oneself, and checking that the blogs you link to  have less than 200 followers. There was an added requirement to leave a comment on 11 people’s blogs! I could already smell a rat here – these two awards were not the same. It seemed to me that meant only one thing:one of them had to be a phony. But which one – and why?

My head was in a whirl, so I started out the door to get some fresh air – or at least, to get some air – but a sudden thought stopped me. I pulled out my iPad and googled the meaning of the word liebster, which sounded Germanic to me. Sure enough, I discovered that the word means “dearest” in German. I also discovered, via another blog that had been nominated, that the Liebster award came in many guises:

In order to accept the award, we must do the following:

  1. Copy and paste the award on our blog.
  2. Link back to the blogger who gave us the award.
  3. Pick our five favorite blogs with less than 200 followers, and leave a comment on their blog to let them know they have received the award.
  4. Hope that the five blogs chosen will keep spreading the love and pass it on to five more blogs.

The plot was thickening, like a saucepan full of custard bound for a lumpy end. Was this third blog a red herring, deliberately planted to throw me off track? Or was it a Maltese Falcon, designed to leave me permanently confused?  Was Liebster a codename? Was I being pumped for information? If so – by whom?

I was clean out of tobacco, so I stuck my empty pipe in my mouth and stared into my empty coffee cup for a while. It’s a strategy I find successful about as often as not. Finally it hit me, like a sap on the back of the head. These awards are not regulated, and they are passed on from one blogger to 11 others at an exponential rate, and somewhere along the line, or probably many times along the line, the original rules mutate, through no-one’s fault or deliberate intent. So who knows which was the true original?  I figure that it’s not a set up or an attempt to pump me for information, and there is no dame in a Los Angeles Mansion who’s going to pay me to solve her case, so in the end, I don’t really care which version was the original – but I’ll take the easier version.

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Apologies to Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett

*stolen from Chandler. Actual quote – from Farewell My Lovely – “he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.”  

 Liebster Award – “To Do” List 

So by the way, in order to accept the award I must at least do some mixture of the following rules, all of which have been taken from the variety of rules listed above.

Thank the person who nominated you: thank you to Pinkjumpers and Yeahthsme for inspiring this story by nominating me for a Liebster award!

Link back to their blog: done

Copy and paste the award onto your blog: done – well, I put both versions in this post, anyway.

List 11 Random facts about yourself: see my last post, which conveniently and co-incidentally contains 11 random facts about myself!

Answer their questions for you. Due to having written a silly story, which was not in any version of the rules, instead of answering these questions I’ve kind of run out of steam, word count, and time, so please see my next post, as yet unwritten. In that I will conveniently, and not co-incidentally, answer those 22 questions!

Nominate 5 other blogs and let them know they have been nominated (um…also still to do. Sorry, I got a bit caught up with my completely unnecessary story)

Create 5 questions for new nominees (yup, also still to do….so stay tuned!)

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