time in sunshine today

 

flook in the perth daily news 16-31 may 1952

 

There was no comics page in the paper for Saturday 31 May 1952.

ugh

I would rather drink a cup of cold sick in a haunted house than think about this fucking book and the fucking horrible album it's about, ever again. 

helmi may 2026

I can't remember if I told you that Helmi basically became a ghost for a few months there, when the only way I knew for sure she was still alive was by the fact that she was eating food in the middle of the night (she eats hard food, Nancy only eats the hard food the first serving from a newly opened bag). I did occasionally pull the bed out from beside the wall and she would run out, run away and then run back, meowing pitifully all the way. 

Well now she's decided to go beyond, or behind or under, that stupid behaviour and back to her ordinary stupid behaviour. She is now often on the bed (or in it). She will stay under the bedclothes, as far as I can tell because I don't think she knows how to get under the independently, for an entire day. Does any of this shit make sense? Nope.
 

estella st - 2

I don't know who F. McCartney was, or why he preferred Tasmanians to make his or her hamburgers. My interest in 3 Estella St was really that it is the address on the back of an LP I have of the Phillip Street Revue from 1960. The Manns aren't listed in the Sands and McDougall directory for 1960 as living in Estella St but they are there in the 1965 one. 

There's a very interesting documentary here about the Score label, which I recommend. Here are some other weird bits and pieces about Score, the Manns and Discurio. 

Bet this one's a cracker. Age 21 March 1958 p. 2

Age 3 November 1969 p. 16. I wonder when the Age stopped calling women by their husband's name. 

Age 2 April 1971 p. 38

3 Estella St was demolished in I think the late 1960s. It's flats now. 

 

estella st - 1

Don't tell me you're not intrigued. From the Melbourne Age of 17 February 1951 p. 38. 

another million dollar idea you can have

Everybody but everybody over 35 can't get it out of their head that social media is like broadcast media, even if we understand it's controlled by an algorithm we can't get into the mindset that the algorithm works exclusively with/on us, that we are choosing things and it is serving us more of those things. So, I'm always thinking 'these crazy expose videos of nobodies filming interactions-encounters-aha moments with people who are having affairs with their partners, they're obviously so fake, why do people want to see these? I'l gain some insight into society by watching and anyway I bet this one's faker than the last, I better check' and of course I am just telling the system that I want to see more of them, the faker the better. 

So this is a real insight into my psyche. But if you want to make a million dollars all you need to do is create a tool or an app or a bot or botever that will tell people who they really are based on the shit the algorithm is already telling them. Everybody wants to know who they really are. Social media is telling us all the time.