rack off edith

 

This is a photograph of the last time I touched this book (I put it in the Kensington street library, if you hurry it might still be there). I read about two-thirds of it and decided Edith Piaf was such an immensely irritating person that once the context of her origins (interwar Paris) was gone, she herself was not worth reading about. That Simone Berteaut is so incredibly besotted with her does not make it an easier read, in fact, it makes it a less comprehensible one. So rack off Edith. 

Now an Edith Bliss book... that's something I could really take on. 

arden st

I think I have mentioned before my fantasy that atop this building in Arden St North Melbourne is an actual house. It probably isn't. Or maybe it is. I mean, I can dream, right? 

Also, I wanted you to see the rainbow. Because remember, when in the sky the bow is displayed, be sure you think of... 

the book arcade

More books than anyone could ever want, as evidenced by the fact that no-one wants them (actually there's quite a fast turnover here. But I'm still not sure that anyone wants them). (Perry was interested in the rubber chicken but I dissuaded him). 

kensington street library this morning

Perry and I frequently visit the Kensington Street Library but we don't often tell you when we do. This morning I took about six books there - mainly things I had doubles of, from my office - and unfortunately took about three things away, on various pretexts.  

(Not sure what the 'we can hear you' on the right side means). Anyway, on the way back from there I was provoked to wonder about the extreme heightening at the railway line in these parts. The line is low, the suburban streets of Kensington in the west are much, much higher. 

This was obviously done a long time ago and very purposefully because the street behind this wall (its ground level somewhere midway to the trees) is all late 19th century. 

At some point in the last 12 months Laura and I had a benign argument (maybe that's just a conversation) about whether it would be good to live on the top of this building. I think it would. But I am also prepared to entertain the possibility that this is not, as I had long assumed, a house on top of an office building, but maybe just an open area. Anyway either way, I realised this morning that while on one side you could probably see as far as the sea, on the other, all you'd see is this: 

kensington street library this morning

This is a place Perry and I frequently find it expedient to walk to, it's just the right distance away for a satisfactory walk as far as he's concerned and it's on a fairly quiet route. Also, most of the books are pretty terrible so I am rarely tempted... 
 

newmarket or kensington or whatever it's called

Perry and I are getting desperate for new places to visit. On Sunday we went to Kensington, a little pocket behind the supermarket, just to go somewhere we've never been before. As it happens we were even quite sparing with that so we could go back again sometime and unlock a few more mysteries. 

What do you think of these houses (below) in Marshall Street. It's ok to have no thoughts about them.

Perry loves to look over a wall. Nothing there. 

The streets that really intrigued us were Crown st and Newmarket st. This is Crown st. We saved Newmarket street for another time. 

Someone's either building a house in the style of 2004, or they stopped building it in 2004 the end. 

This was cool... Newmarket way (off Newmarket st). So L. A. 

And that's all. 

'well it's something in your life'

When I got married my grandmother congratulated me and I mumbled some response and she said, 'well, it's something in your life'. I am well aware that this is one of those comments that are just basically the mundane icing on a mundane cake, but it's stuck with me. 

Here are a few things in my life:

On the weekend Laura, Leonard and I went to some Open House places she chose from research. This one is a block away from us, the Ukrainian church c. 1962, and it was amazing inside, but I'll wait for Laura to blog about it, her pictures were better than mine. 

This is bullshit as all bullshit - well - I'll hold off on opinionating about the concept of building an apartment block purely for renters but the whole 'we're local' thing is just preposterous. So League of Gentleman, mainly I mean in the sense of local shop for local people rather than Pappa Lazarou but perhaps a bit that too. I note that the building site has some indigenous-styled art on it as well but I won't make any appropriation accusations in that dept either, I have no information. 

Home life 

If I may indulge in a little more duolingo paranoia I'm coming up to my one-year streak and I have a strong feeling it's making things much easier for me (I will do the above no worries) in preparation for me feeling good about renewing my superduolingo subscription. I probably will.