more teeth

So yesterday (Anzac Day) I became increasingly aware that I had something going on in my jaw. By late in the evening I had become convinced I had a crack in a molar and when I was presenting at a symposium this morning I told everyone there I would be regretfully leaving in the afternoon ie before it was all over, to go to a dentist and have it seen to. Well, I did go in the afternoon and I went to a dentist in Collins St where I was told that actually it wasn't a crack it was an infection and it was around a wisdom tooth that I should have extracted. I wasn't ready to do that there and then so I guess I have not really done much more than perpetuate the inevitable but I really will have to put a few days aside to get the tooth out I think and deal with Perry, work things etc. As I said to the dentist, there's never a good time but next week for instance is really a really bad time. But I suppose the week after probably would be too... 

I don't know what the cartoon above is signifying. I cannot imagine what that man has in that box (it doesn't help that there is obviously something written on it which was possibly not legible even in the original - which was much smaller than this). It's from the Sydney Sun 11 March 1945, p. 4 and perhaps it has something to do with rationing or... jeez I don't have the slightest clue what it could be about. But I am very very tired (slept about four hours last night) and... does it say capstans? Is he going to pay the dentist in cigarettes? But why the dentist particularly? Why is everyone else looking at him/the box? 

today's pants

 

Yesterday was a no pants day, and since it was also a public holiday, I think we could develop a theory the perp is a worker in the area, not a resident. 

today's pants

 

today's pants

These ones particularly nasty

eight years ago: warhol wei wei at the ngv, with robert forster

OK, this is an exhibition which I think many people will have fond memories of, judging by its extraordinary success at the time, and even things people were saying to me at the time - I went twice, by the way. This second time is the third last night and Robert Forster played (the night previously, Regurgitator played a 'Velvet Underground' set - with a couple of Prince songs thrown in, I gather, because he'd died the day before). 

The RF set was very neat, controlled and covered a good range of his work, the oldest song I think (?) being unless I'm misremembering (writing this a couple of days later) 'Head full of steam'.* The band, which included Karin Bauemler on violin for most songs, was tight and tasteful. I saw Mary Mihelakos there, who told me it was the 16th time she'd come to the exhibition. She didn't know what she was going to do, now it was going to end. I suppose Whistler's Mother wasn't going to do it for Mary. 

A nice night. I zoned out a little on occasion but I seem more able to do that painlessly than I once could.

The next day I picked Laurie up from football, where he scored two goals against Westmeadows (West Coburg still lost pretty comprehensively for all that). He had been sleeping over at a friend's house so he could play, because Michael, Nicola and Florence were staying with Graham and Tanya on the long weekend at Heathcote, and we drove there in the morning. Laurie had been forced, he told me, to consider the possibility that if he stayed in Melbourne on the Saturday he might be too tired for marshmallows the following night. It had clearly been a difficult choice but with the goals I think he knew he had made the right choice. Both times we stopped at shops (Woodend and Heathcote) the women behind the counter commented on his apparel (St Kilda colours) and I told them about the goals. 

After carrot soup at Heathcote and chiding Graham about being old and talking about his grandfather's deception in the early 20th century re: sausage additive, I went on to Elmore and spent a couple of hours with Elizabeth Taylor and Andrew Bonnici. Andrew has been working on a solo album (under the band name Hook Turns) for two years, he played me it all, and while I am not into the idea of listening to someone's album while they're sitting there, I enjoyed it. I think it has a lot going for it. I am also fairly sure that it will sell nothing and get no interest, not a reflection on its quality of course. But anyway that's not the point. 

Elizabeth and I are likely to revive our radio interests in podcasting form. I hope this proceeds. 

* The oldest song was actually 'I'm Waiting for my Man'.