1. Our Man in Havana got obsessed with Tiltshift application for his new i-child. Awkwardly, K needed to explain to me that it makes things look like a model (n. A small object, usually built to scale, that represents in detail another, often larger object.) rather than a model (n. A person employed to display merchandise, such as clothing or cosmetics.) This was a great assistance for me. Because prior to this, I had kind of been like, “sure, things look a little better all fuzzy like that, but I’d hardly say Naomi Campbell walk model -like model”.
2. In the great packing SOS of 2010, I managed to put the camera cord into the packing truck. Although I could certainly buy another cord to download the photos from the camera which has only just come back from repair anyways, well, suffice to say that in the packing up of life, I have begun to feel recently that modern life is afflicted by an excess of cords and chargers and extension leads and the sooner someone invents some sort of universal charger, connector, downloader thing the better. And we can all get busy on the business of throwing out our old cords and battery packs and charger things. Just like we’re all doing with our TVs. Excellent.
3. Saying farewell to friends sucks. And when I get drunk, I can certainly spend a long time telling people that I think they’re wonderful. Sometimes, I need to remember that what is sincerely meant, could also be saved up for a more appropriate time.
3. I rode past this lady three days in a row. Which is the odd thing of changing your commuter schedule, suddenly, you’re overlapping with someone else’s routine. And each time, she had her little dog with her looking calm and cheerful in her back basket. And some seriously matching mismatching knits that for me – although I personally find wool really itchy and tend to avoid it – just somehow work. In Melbourne, most winter commuters are, by necessity, wearing a collage of lycra, old tracksuits and odd reflective spray jackets. It ain’t pretty, but it’s very functional in a city that could be raining at 7am, but sunny by 9am, windy as frick over lunch, before peeping out blue and lovely by the afternoon. This lady, however, looks much more cosy, like the crocheted blankets of nannas, like muffins with butter on a chilly Sunday, like a cup of tea with a friend. Topping it all off with a cheerful blue lid. Schweet.
eleanor j jackson 