Art on International Museum Day.
Second whip from Melbourne Museum Bunjilaka Bush Mechanics exhibition. I am very in love with this hoonage.
This 1972 Ford ZF Fairlane was painted with a ngapa Jukurrpa (water creation story) design by Thomas Jangala Rice.
More from Melbourne Museum Bunjilaka Bush Mechanics exhibition. Which was smaller than I expected. I was hoping for acres of hoonage, but these are working cars for people who need to travel the outback without a local parts shop to buy slammed and stance at.
In 2015 Pintubi Amatjere Warlpiri Media produced a claymation based on the earlier Bush Mechanics. Some of the original cast members have died, so the live action episodes cannot be viewed by many, as representations of the dead and even the use of their names are forbidden in their home communities. This practice is common in many Aboriginal cultures. The award-winning claymation allowed Bush Mechanics to return to Yuendumu.
Museuming! Hectic run across town trying to remember public transport and speed-walking up to Carlton Gardens, past the Exhibition Building and into Melbourne Museum Bunjilaka for HOONAGE! Fucked if I’m leaving Naarm without witnessing sick wrenching of Bush Mechanics. This is Motorcar Ngutju, salvaged by the Bush Mechanics from the Police compound in Yuendumu and driven to Willowra in the first episode of the series. See man driving a Outback Whip.
… is where Altered Carbon‘s Lizzie Elliot knifes the entire patriarchy in the throat.
Waking up singing “I was a Teenage Anarchist” and “Gone Mad”, lazy 11am breakfast reading a new book, afternoon of grinding and roasting spices, prepping roe deer meat from the local Wildfleischhandel, shopping for dinner and the week, baking a pile of banana energy bars, murdering up a Baltistan curry while chatting with Gala, eating said curry while returning to book, bit of sci-fi telly with cardamom chocolate, the apartment soaking the whole day in rich scents and cooking, and now all that but 2 hours of the day done. I just want to remember about a perfect a day as I can have.
Catching up on reading and writing about what I’m reading. Pretty sure C. A. Higgins’ Lightless I saw first on io9 long enough ago that it was in my wish-list with “On sale in n days” for a long time. I picked it up a couple of weeks ago with The Philosopher Kings, and read it while on tour with Isabelle in Düsseldorf.
Also I was watching The Man in the High Castle at the same time. Which is pertinent as I found myself comparing how each build certain characters through inner psychological narrative and motives in disparate ways. In Lightless, this is substantially through inner monologue and the reader’s privileged view into the characters. In The High Castle—and I’m thinking particularly of Rufus Sewell’s harrowing Obergruppenführer John Smith—nothing passes through from the inner life. It is only in the last episodes we’re given hints into what might motivate him, adversary, collaborator, war criminal, but never enough to postulate moral positions. Excluding the core actors here, who wore their one-dimensional passions all too insubstantially; it was the supporting roles who were populated with such unreadability.
Lightless, for all that I liked it, as a first novel suffered from this excess of the inner life. A character was reprehensible because they were in the core of their being this. The lack of nuance that comes from telling too much. Despite what I said about specific actors in The High Castle, I find a habit of many new writers in skiffy to write as though they were viewing a movie, or maybe hoping their novel would get optioned, it lends a formulaic obviousness to the proceedings.
I’m also reading Alastair Reynolds right now, his debut from fifteen years ago, Revelation Space. At my favourite bookstore, Shane said he doesn’t read much sci-fi because of the lack of poetry in the writing. Naturally I can counter with a half dozen authors who prove the opposite, but his point is valid. The writing and words need to be the equal of the imagination and philosophy.
I spent Sunday half immersed in Humans, and the Swedish original, Äkta människor, and half in code, following a passing musing to its conclusion. The former were and are quite brilliant; the latter was and is fiddly and peculiar, like all intersections of code and design. The latter began with me wondering exactly how difficult it might be to implement image overlays for supernaut without recourse to a plugin. This led to much reading and research, and deciding on Lightbox2 (instead of a plethora of others), taking half an hour to set up, and a few hours to get all nice looking (and nice-playing with caching). Of course it probably breaks all over the place, but the idea was to have the images fill as much of the browser as possible, with as little clutter as possible, and generally this seems to have happened.
Quickest arrival of a book ever! Quickest first read also! I’m still not over Avatar: The Legend of Korra, and probably will watch it a third time before winter is done. I didn’t really need to buy this (nor do I need to buy the other three, one for each season), but … #korrasami! Also seeing so much art lately I want to start drawing again. And Korra is so hot, especially when she’s punching the shit out of stuff. And Asami also (especially when she’s geared up and driving something fast). And once I got into it (took a couple of episodes), I started looking at all the landscapes, cityscapes, backgrounds, architecture, vehicles, all so beautifully painted—and all the fighting, so beautifully choreographed (and Lin Beifong, Topf, Bolin and Mako, Varrick and Zhu Li, Jinora, Tenzin, Kuvira, Zaheer and all the others)—and kinda fell in love with the whole world.