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Halloween, A Holiday in Tasmania and a Tetun Dictionary
All Hallows Eve was spent with the delightful Severina242, where I tested my skills with Polish cuisine. The feast was complimented with a lovely drink called Krupnik. It's the vodka version of mulled wine. It's dangerous, because it doesn't taste like vodka anymore, although the fumes can be pretty overwhelming. I can't wait to introduce Brendan to this one.
The following morning caseopaya and I were aboard the Spirit of Tasmania, for a brief (six day) holiday through an island of extraordinary beauty (unusual fauna, alpine rainforest) and history (aboriginal, convicts, mining, hydroelectrics). The combination of the two makes it no wonder that this is where the Greens are so strong.
Description of the journey is quite long, so they'll appear as comments...
A draft of the Cliff Morris' Tetun-English dictionary which I've transcribed is now available online. This is currently the single largest collection of Tetun words available online. It also has an excellent essay by Cliff Morris on the history and culture of East Timor. I hope my introduction can do it all justice.
I'm concerned that I'm losing my interest in music, or at the very least, live music. People like reddragdiva will affirm that I've been a bit of an afficiando for many years, with a wide-ranging (and possibly lenient) tastes. Recently Neil Young, The Human League, Lou Reed, Echo and the Bunnymen, Public Enemy, Carl Cox, The Killing Joke and even David Bowie have or about to visit Melbourne. My disinterest of their presence is disconcerting.
Fiction writers never get this strange. Did Mossad know about 9-11? Is that just too weird?
A Melbourne dining recommendation. Recently dined with severina242 at the Tandoori Times on Gertrude Street, Fitzroy. An excellent Indian restaurant with dishes to please all taste buds. If you are like me however and occassionally like a curry that makes you sweat all over, go flush red and enter a psychedlic fugue state where your ears ring, your vision is blurred and you suffer ekstasis, then this place has a lamb curry to go for. First timers will be given a rating of 1 to 10 in terms of spicieness. I found the 10 to be a modest introduction of what else is available. No, I didn't reach anywhere near my desired state - but apparently it is available as high as 25.
Yesterday went to see the entrants for the Archibald Prize with severina242, the annual award for the best Australian potrait piece of Australians "distinguished in Art, Letters, Science or Politics" that has been running for 80 years. The judges gave it to Geoffrey Dyer's potrait of Tasmanian author Richard Flanagan. With a fiery orange background, the bald Flanagan in a tight black t-shirt and jeans and bold blue eyes was certainly impressive - even threatening. For the "People's Choice" I voted for Ian Smith's "Ray Hughes having predinner drinks with Ambriose Vollad and Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler". It was in a cubist style, but with spatial-temporal distortions that are best described as "drunken".
I do like fine art ;-)
The following morning caseopaya and I were aboard the Spirit of Tasmania, for a brief (six day) holiday through an island of extraordinary beauty (unusual fauna, alpine rainforest) and history (aboriginal, convicts, mining, hydroelectrics). The combination of the two makes it no wonder that this is where the Greens are so strong.
Description of the journey is quite long, so they'll appear as comments...
A draft of the Cliff Morris' Tetun-English dictionary which I've transcribed is now available online. This is currently the single largest collection of Tetun words available online. It also has an excellent essay by Cliff Morris on the history and culture of East Timor. I hope my introduction can do it all justice.
I'm concerned that I'm losing my interest in music, or at the very least, live music. People like reddragdiva will affirm that I've been a bit of an afficiando for many years, with a wide-ranging (and possibly lenient) tastes. Recently Neil Young, The Human League, Lou Reed, Echo and the Bunnymen, Public Enemy, Carl Cox, The Killing Joke and even David Bowie have or about to visit Melbourne. My disinterest of their presence is disconcerting.
Fiction writers never get this strange. Did Mossad know about 9-11? Is that just too weird?
A Melbourne dining recommendation. Recently dined with severina242 at the Tandoori Times on Gertrude Street, Fitzroy. An excellent Indian restaurant with dishes to please all taste buds. If you are like me however and occassionally like a curry that makes you sweat all over, go flush red and enter a psychedlic fugue state where your ears ring, your vision is blurred and you suffer ekstasis, then this place has a lamb curry to go for. First timers will be given a rating of 1 to 10 in terms of spicieness. I found the 10 to be a modest introduction of what else is available. No, I didn't reach anywhere near my desired state - but apparently it is available as high as 25.
Yesterday went to see the entrants for the Archibald Prize with severina242, the annual award for the best Australian potrait piece of Australians "distinguished in Art, Letters, Science or Politics" that has been running for 80 years. The judges gave it to Geoffrey Dyer's potrait of Tasmanian author Richard Flanagan. With a fiery orange background, the bald Flanagan in a tight black t-shirt and jeans and bold blue eyes was certainly impressive - even threatening. For the "People's Choice" I voted for Ian Smith's "Ray Hughes having predinner drinks with Ambriose Vollad and Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler". It was in a cubist style, but with spatial-temporal distortions that are best described as "drunken".
I do like fine art ;-)
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That evening we dined at Me Wah, a renowned Chinese (Catonese to be precise) restaurant in a town that has more than its fair share. Me Wah won the "Best Asian Restaurant in Tasmania" award two recent years in succession and to say the least the food and service is superb and quite inexpensive. The following morning, after checkout and return of the hire car we spent the rest of the day travelling through the town. Launceston is very much like Melbourne (indeed Melbourne was planned in Launceston), minus all the bad bits. Fairly small (population 67,0000), it has an array of Victorian and deco buildings, is nestled in the fork of two major rivers and includes lots of rich open parkland. City Park is particularly notable for its Japanese Macaque enclosure (which are extremely playful monkeys) and a community radio station that also houses a radio museaum. A very brief walk from City Park takes one to the Civic Square which has the regional library, town hall and the historic Macquarie house. Further west, and a very short distance from the city centre, one finds onself at the breathtaking South Esk River and Cataract Gorge, a place of superb natural beauty with an excellent walk leading to secluded gardens where peacocks mingle among the serving of Devonshire teas as the world's longest span chairlift passes overhead.
But as time goes on, so must this brief holiday come to an end. In early evening, after enjoying a fine glass of Tasmanian red wine and Tasmanian brie and fetta and what is probably Launceston's only French cafe, it was too the airport and back to Melbourne. Quite a reasonable escape from another sporting event. And I still don't know who one "the Cup", either.