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February 16, 2011

On Good Days

Having started the week splendidly, the good times have continued.  I can’t believe it.

Wedding Shoes

I ordered these a few weeks ago from brandsexclusive. I’d been searching around Brisbane in vain to find something casual but not sloppy, small heels but easy to walk in and not fiendishly expensive.  Originally I wanted Festive Pink, but as the dress, bolero and nose are already Very Pink, I thought pink shoes could be overdoing the whole fluffy cupid ambience.

Having paid online, I naturally assumed I’d been the victim of a scam and I would see neither money nor shoes again.  But here they are.

My next good moment was the arrival of another online purchase, which took even longer to arrive.  Marieke Hardy, on the final First Tuesday Bookclub, had suggested a subscription to McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern would be an appropriate present for people with an interest in new/quirky/odd bits and pieces of writing.  Fearing none of my nearest and dearest cared about what Ms Hardy thought, I was forced to give it to myself.  That was last year and, again, I had given up hope.  Yesterday this arrived.

"A Headful of New and Unseen Work"

And it is exactly what it says it is.  Honestly, it’s like having a party in a box, unique, diverting and thought provoking.  This is Issue 36 and I can’t wait for number 37.

Here is the description of the contents of The Box.

“I’d love nothing more than a chance to crack your forehead open along a tidy seam and give the contents of your mind a nice gore-free sift.  This McSweeney’s issue was conceived as an approximation of what that experience might feel like for the sifter (without, admittedly, any regard at all for the feelings or rights of our mustachioed siftee).  What would your head look like inside?  Mine, I think, would look like a disorganized yellow filing cabinet”. I stopped reading there to ponder about the inside of my head, scared myself shitless and went straight to bed.  I suggest you don’t worry about the inside of your head.  Life is difficult enough.

Helpful advice to improve the sifting experience

I’ve read 3 of the items so far and have been hugely entertained.

Okay – so far, too much consumerism.  The next is more an experience.  Madam Butterfly is the first work of the Australian Ballet this year.   There are 13 performances with almost as many casts.  The divine Ms Eastoe is doing 3 performances.  We are going once.  WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!  Yes indeedy, there has been a happy confluence of karma and we are all going on March 5.  I can hardly believe my luck.  The boy couldn’t care less.  He’ll sleep/snore through Act 1 as usual, then come to life in time for *spoiler alert* the heroine’s ritual suicide at the end when he will burst into tears and be inconsolable until I take him down the road for dinner.  I swear, one night he won’t be able to restrain himself from leaping on stage to rescue the chicky in distress, and we’ll all be arrested.  I’m looking forward to that.

And for my final submission ladies and gentlemen, I bring you news of Radiohead’s forthcoming album.  If you go here, and look under Thank you for waiting, you will discover ‘King of Limbs’ and how to pre-order it if you are so inclined.  Thank you for waiting indeed.  Some of us had given up hope, life had lost its meaning, Thom has DESERTED me, you know how I get.

So, considering all that, I just may be in a slightly better mood next time you have to have dealings with me.  Live in hope, that’s all you can do.



  1. Your McSweeney’s purchase inspired me to do some impulse internet shopping on a fine Sunday morning. I am in need of some diverting, unique thoughts!

    Comment by Wendy — February 19, 2011 @ 10:19 pm | Reply

    • Oh dear. I hope I haven’t caused a budget break-out. I don’t think you’ll regret it so please let me know what you think.
      By the way, I’m finding Edith Wharton an intriguing woman thanks to Hermione Lee, although I loathe footnotes at the end of the book! I usually just don’t bother to read them.
      But who can resist this line?
      “Wharton’s version of Lucretia Jones (her mother) is one of the most lethal acts of revenge ever taken by a writing daughter”.

      Comment by kafkaworld — February 20, 2011 @ 3:34 am | Reply

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