Ephemera

The ramblings of a lunatic expat.

I am Californian who relocated to Melbourne, Australia in 2006..

I'm a manicurist and a madwoman and I do a damn good job at both.

Sometimes you have to go left if you want to turn right.

rossfloate:

One of the iconic aspects features of Melbourne, especially the central city, is a strange traffic manoeuvre called the Hook Turn. In order not to delay trams when you’re making a turn at an intersection, you do something weird. To turn right, you must pull over to the left, wait for all traffic to pass, the make your right hand turn.

It’s strange, but once you get the hang of it, you can probably consider yourself a local.

So when we decided we wanted to create a home for quality podcasts and interesting new publishing ideas (all developed in Melbourne), naturally, we named it Hookturn.

We started with our existing design show The Nudge. The Nudge, hosted by Josh Kinal, Jerome Lebel Jones and me, is a podcast about being better designers, and I guess, people. It started as a branch out from our Nudge Live events, but now has a life of its own. The recent guests have included Ethan Marcotte, Jeffrey Zeldman, Debbie Millman, and Chris ‘Clarko’ Clarke.

Josh Kinal also features on another of our podcasts, Devil’s Avocado. This great program takes the big issues of the day and asks experts to help uncover the details you’re not getting in the breathless reports of the modern news cycle. The first three episodes have discussed Asylum Seekers, Drugs, and Melbourne’s culture of ‘Bad Business’. Co-hosting this great show is the wonderful Glenn Peters.

My personal favourite new member of the Hookturn family is Last Stop to Nowhere. In it, Michael Sloan and Kyle Sherer bring to life the complications of Australia’s past; it’s Australian History, but not like you learned it at school. So far they’ve covered fascism in 1930s Sydney, and now they’re tackling the 1629 shipwreck of The Batavia

We’ve got other things in the pipeline too, including a podcast companion to Twenty Seventy –– Clem Bastow’s year-long project to live life like it’s the 1970s. Keep an eye on the Hookturn website and see what comes along throughout the year.

Ding Ding!

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claviusrobinsky:

Years ago I would spend weekends surrounded by friends from n Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. We would joken and laugh. Debate and argue. We would see the sun lighten the horizon before we made our way to bed.

We’d wake and make truck stop breakfasts and laze our way through Saturday. We would talk books and music. Pop culture and nerd movies.

We’ve grown older now and live hundreds of miles apart. In some cases we are on different continents.

In recent years the closest I’ve come to that feeling is CHSH.

I need one of those weekends soon.

I think I imported that here. Occasionally Ross and I have gatherings that sort of sprawl across the whole weekend, friends drifting in and out. It’s very nice.
coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
BE.

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

BE.

(Source: agirlandhisplatypus, via christinefriar)

pleasedate:

BECAUSE I LOOK A BIT WEIRD BUT MY SPUNK TASTES AMAZING

pleasedate:

BECAUSE I LOOK A BIT WEIRD BUT MY SPUNK TASTES AMAZING

It hurts to love. It’s like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

—Susan Sontag

120memories:

Matthew Sweet “Sick of Myself” live on 120 Minutes, 1995

With Richard Lloyd from Television on lead guitar.

(via biscuit-tornado)

pleasedate:

BECAUSE THREE BLINKS MEANS I LOVE YOU

pleasedate:

BECAUSE THREE BLINKS MEANS I LOVE YOU

beeborg:

tinyclicks:

A game of tugloaf!

My babies playing tugloaf!!! Go, puppy, go! 

beeborg:

tinyclicks:

A game of tugloaf!

My babies playing tugloaf!!! Go, puppy, go! 

themanwithfrozenhearts:

im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness

Ouch. Too close to home.

(via jennfur)