Today was my last day walking to the free food market. From Friday it is moving a bit further away, so I’ll probably drive instead. It will be undercover which is a big advantage, but being just a couple of blocks away was pretty handy for me.
I did get both mushrooms and cream today, so creamy mushroom sauce and a creamy brussels sprout bake are on the cards. A couple of things I grabbed turned out to have been frozen, which is not great. The salad mix I put in the freezer to go in the next dog food batch, the cherry tomatoes are in the freezer for future cooking & I’m still deciding what to do with the strawberries. Either jam or a cake probably.
Today is International Coffee (all hands pick your brains) Day
☕️☕️📈👨🏼💼👩💼🗄️
🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍈🫐🍓🍇🍉🍌🍒🍑🥭🍍🥥🥦🥑🫛🍆🍅🥝🥬🥒🌽🥕🥐🍠🫚🥔🧅🥯🍞🥖🥨🧀🧇🥞🧈🍳🥚🥓🥩🍗🍖🫓🍕🍟🍔🌭🥙🧆🌮🌯🥗🍲🍜🍝🥘🍛🍣🍱🥟🦪🍥🍘🍚🍙🐠🍤🪼🦀🐙 🍗🥮🍢🍡🍧🍰🧁🥧🍦🍨🎂🍮🍭🍬🍫🥜🌰🍪🍿🍯🥛☕️🍵🍺🍶🥤🧋🧃🥂🍷🥃🍸🍹🧉🔋Potato w Bolognese sauce on it and cheese and salad please
🥩🧅🍅🧀🥗
🥔
A few mandarins to hurl at co workers please
🍊🍊🍊
Delicious coffee please chef
🍭☕️
Thank you Chef’
Trams are too busy… Oh well…
What is that red? Looks like a good treat for when the trams are too busy. Yum
Just some generic chilli sauce, also cayenne pepper. This is Udon Yasan on Bourke st
Oohhh yumm
Tuesday night scotch… It’s school night but day was botched I will only have one Because I must be up with the sun… But oh I need a Tuesday night scotch
(Far from the best of the DT poets but my little contribution to open mic night for Spud)
I think this is a great poem!!! 😍
🤞💖
Hand curated. 🙄🙄🙄
Unless you’re a curate or it’s an art show or museum exhibition you aint curating shit.
AI curated
so…haven’t been around for a while, so I thought I’d launch myself back in with a random question:
Would it be really fucking weird to get in touch with a teacher who went above and beyond to help me through some really, really tough shit 30 years ago to just say “hey, I’ve always remembered you, and I have turned out OK and am pretty successful, thanks”?
No go for it. I wanted to do this a while ago only to find out that teacher now has dementia 😞. Really wish I had reached out sooner.
No. It would be lovely. I’m sure it would make their day/week/month
Do it. I see mostly positives and no real negatives.
That sounds like a lovely thing to do, and I reckon they’d really appreciate it
So tonight I’m going to an event that I have never been to before; a poetry reading at a local pub by a modern author. They have an open mic as well, but I am not even close to confident enough to consider that.
But I do consider this my first step towards the culture and being a part of a community, after dabbling so long with prose and only reading poetry books since I was a small child. I think my first book, that I can remember, is one I still have: a book of Childrens Poetry (Lewis carrol, William Blake, etc) that contributed heavily to my love of the artform.
I have no idea why I feel so anxious and nervous, or why I want to back out. I guess avoidance and the fear I’ll make a fool of myself, despite not performing at all. Idk, I hope I can find a welcoming community within that space, but even if I don’t, I’ll still write. I don’t think I could stop writing, even if I wanted to.
Nice work! That’s a good way to ease into things. Have fun, don’t put any pressure on yourself.
we love your work and i’d attend and clap very loudly had i not have work
I never performed, just lurked. Maybe do that until your nervousness goes
So many hugs.
May I suggest practising speaking out loud at home. Maybe even record yourself. Think before hand what rhythm you want and which words you will emphasise.
I know people that have been active in the poetry and spoken word scene. I can get going to something for the first time can feel daunting, but you’ll be surprised how welcoming everyone is. You might find a place with a crowd you gel with and maybe you might even go up and read something.
One thing I noticed from doing standup is the bar is so, incredibly, low, and people are supportive of anyone giving things an earnest shot.
I’ve done open mics, storytelling, and I can agree that mostly the crowd is welcoming. You may get a few self-absorbed shits that are only there for the strokes, and these can usually be ignored. Which really pisses them off so is worth doing on those grounds alone. Consider using a nom de guerre - at least at first. It’s an effective way to manage the feeling of threat to one’s personal identity. A ‘poetry name’ is very traditional so I think you are in good company if you choose to use one.
Good to get away from the bit for a bit.
Nice pic!
Beautiful
Olive bread dough is sitting in a bowl in a sink of warm water. Will probably be ready to eat at around 3. And then later I’ll be making chicken sausage rolls for dinner, enough to have heaps left over for dinners and lunches. :)
Can I please add pre-owned and thrifting to the list of shit words.
It’s used or second hand and it’s shopping for cheap things, typically used.
Pre-owned and pre-loved can both get in the bin. Second hand is definitely my preferred term, which I also use for pets. I really think “rescued” should only be used if you actually did more than walk in to a shelter and hand over cash.
“Thrifting” is mostly just an annoying Americanism that has no place in Australia. I will accept op-shopping as an alternative. Shopping for cheap things makes me think more Reject Shop than second-hand.
Totes agree on the rescue pets. Both my guys were rescued by other people, Bill rescued from the streets and Ted from a neglectful cat farm, and then I bought them.
I like op-shopping. I think thrifting was coined because Americans are very class and money conscious. Here op shops are traditionally about supporting your community and there is no shame in that.
I was definitely bullied for my op-shop clothes at Brighton Beach Primary School. East Bentleigh tech was more relaxed.
I think there used to be shame in going to op shops, but it has become much more acceptable now. Definitely when I was a kid it was something used to tease other people about, as it was seen as a mark of poverty.
Mr Woof came from the streets, but I’m not sure if he’d see it as a rescue or as being kidnapped while he was out looking for ladies.
Next minute…
I didn’t rescue my cat or my old dog; they were rescued by other people. I just adopted them.
I mean, I don’t mind the term “rescue cat” but I’d avoid it personally, as I had no hand in their rescue.
I don’t like the term “bought” when referring to a pet adoption, as I feel that it is too close to possession and property (and while that is the case when it comes to the law, from a personal view animals are sentient and “buying” them I feel reduces their autonomy - again just personal preference, I don’t care if other people say they bought their pet). My pets have all been integrals parts of my family units, and therefore I prefer “adoption”.
Legally it’s ownership and pets are possessions. It’s a difficult thing to regulate, how do we recognise human and animal relationships and how do we make humans responsible for their care and well being.
Maybe guardianship is a better way to think of it.
I disagree with the word adoption, animals are humans and it’s dangerous to equate animals with humans as they have different needs.
I agree on the metaphysical aspect, animals own their own lives.
I tend to refer to my pets as staff. And as a good employer I have a duty of care, including a safe workplace and conditions.
But then I refer to inanimate objects as staff too, so I’m probably just weird 🤣
Adopted… kidnapped… shanghaied… joined the crew… enlisted… became a ward/charge… got distributed (ie. Cat Distribution System )… live in companion working for board 😂
gonna go home and tell me kelpie he is second hand. I like adopted, just cause I get a lot of questions about the lack of a family resemblance. Seriously, I look nothing like a working dog.
Out of curiosity, is it a rescue if you look after the pets while the owner is in hospital and then adopt them directly when the old owner enters palliative care? Then sort out a lot of vet care?
It doesn’t matter but I’ve always wondered how to answer in a short way how I got Melbcat.
Technically I still adopted her. Rescue to me always sounded like literally rescuing a pet from a storm drain or dog fights and rehabilitating them
I’d still probably go with re-homed for that. Rescue to me definitely implies doing a bit more.
I know someone who drove to a dodgy area to collect a dog which was being starved in a backyard because it’s owner was in prison, and I’d definitely say by doing that she rescued the dog. Other times the pet may have been rescued, like a chicken that was retrieved from a tree in Chinatown by the fire brigade. In which case it is reasonable to refer to them as a rescue chicken, but that doesn’t mean the person who then gives them a home should get credit for the rescue, they have still just re-housed a rescued animal.
Yeah, rescue implies some pretty exceptional circumstances
maybe it’s middle class people rescuing a pet from a working class area /family/existence s/
The sound of theword thrifting upsets me deeply.
yes, it grates even more than gifting . ( it’s giving )
but one good use of all these shit words and bad grammar is it sorts out those who don’t read books
Only Murders In The Building has been very entertaining this season, best season since the original I reckon.
Totally forgot about it but I really loved watching it when it came out.
Is the new season airing now?
Yep. Halfway through the season, Monday evenings
I’ve been enjoying it immensely. 😸
Payroll just went off their shits at something that turned out I didn’t do anything wrong but they misunderstood something and it turned out another person missed another thing but that wasn’t me but is somehow still my fault and I just…wat.
reading her emails was like having a random chicken fly into my face out of nowhere and explode.
It’s frustrating when you know exactly how your voice should sound, and you can’t quite get it right. Especially when you know you’ve done it before.
It’s been so long since I’ve taken singing somewhat seriously. It’s a lot of fun!
Just have to be patient I guess.
It’s Melbcat’s birthday today! (Well one of the dates I have on her paperwork.)
17 years old 🎉🎂🥳🎈
Woo! 🐟🐠🐡
😘😘😘🐟🐠🐁
Happy birthday, Melbcat!
Happy birthday wishes to your beautiful girl! 😻🐱🎈🎊🎁
Happy Birthday Melbcat!
Happy Birthday! 🐟🍤🍣
the boys have settled down for the night already , they have clean soft blankies and the heater is on 🐈⬛🐈⬛
