“Hey from New York,” writes Thomas.
So something over the fold for him…
One of the consistent top blogs on WordPress is also one of the most original pieces of social commentary/satire I have seen in many a day. Its deadpan delivery works far better than any rant you might imagine, yet it really does get in below the belt at times. That I have to acknowledge some of my own fetishes with a somewhat wry grin is testimony to the effectiveness of…
In my Sutherland childhood this was one of the most exciting things you could see — the South Coast Daylight at full throttle:
M was over this evening emailing various people with accounts of his South America/Antarctica travels. One such person, whom he had met on those travels, is the author of this blog:
I had Sunday lunch with Sirdan yesterday and am now the proud owner of two Buckingham Palace tea towels. Lunch was meant to be at Chinese Whisper, but that was closed. Instead we went to Maya Masala and Sweets Indian Restaurant 468-472 Cleveland Street, Surry Hills, Sydney; I had been there once before with The Rabbit who knows more about this food than I do.
We had chaat, not knowing really what it was, and sweets to follow. We plan to return.
In case you read this, Sirdan, here is the menu.
I had a new coachee in Chinatown yesterday afternoon; he goes to The Mine. I gather from talking to MK, who teaches Science to the new coachee, on Monday that Delenio is now in Cambridge pursuing his French heretics; the coachee recalled the talk Delenio gave at an assembly at The Mine a couple of years back, where he had recommended following one’s curiosity wherever it may lead, unexpected directions in D’s case. The coachee did not recall the talk last year by D’s ABC (as in broadcasting, not ethnicity) classmate. Perhaps the coachee was away that day. He was impressed by my being able, at this first tuition session, to look him up on my laptop and tell him how he had performed in literacy in 2005, what his mother tongue was, and how long he had been in Australia. No, not magic: just that my Mine dossiers are still on board here. In fact I have a new round of literacy tests for the current Year 7 waiting for processing right now…
Yesterday’s events were streamed live to classes at The Mine, apparently.
After coaching I went up to Oxford Street hoping to see Sirdan and The Empress at The Midnight Shift. They had arrived back in Australia yesterday morning. The Empress was there, but Sirdan had gone home. The Empress was carrying two original William Hogarth prints he had picked up in London, including this one:
Sirdan is on his way back to Australia. He and The Empress are in Hong Kong where The Empress, though not Chinese, was born. (His parents were “guests” of the Japanese Emperor during WWII.)
Sirdan emailed yesterday:
Time now, 5.00 pm Wed, afternoon. This place is that busy with everybody doing last minute shopping, it is almost impossible to walk in the streets. I have been told not to wash my hair for the next 2-3 days, and to-morrow, must wear new clothes. Luckily I have some… I would really like to hear M about his trip… so happy new year and to M as well. Am back next Wed. am, will phone soon after.
Here in Surry Hills Chinese New Year has been marked by the corner shop giving out free sweets and my practising my (little) Mandarin in response. I am not wearing new clothes. I am wearing clothes though…