John Lennon's birthday. A good time to post this lovely piece by Jozef at A Media Dragon:
In Vienna young exile men wore cheap John Lennon’s specs and pretended leather jackets ... spent disproportionate amounts of their time looking for dreams to come true. When I first came to Australia the limited English words I possessed in my vocabulary generally came from the Beatles songs...
Tears, like water, provide the glue that turn the raw material of exile into useful concrete of collective survival. John Lennon was the strongest cement there ever was for many Czechs who felt part of this fragile universe during the Christmas of 1980
We thought one gamble a day was enough and we bypassed the raffle tickets.
Bought a carrot cake.
Discovered outsourcing has now infiltrated the sacred institution that is the election day stall.
We know a cake that rises to the "cream butter and sugar, add an egg and gently fold in thrice sifted self-raising flour" call, whose natural habitat is the veteran chipped earthenware bowl on a scrubbed wood kitchen table - thereafter delivered unto a wood-fired, 'Zebra' blacked, bible-black stove.
This was NOT such a cake!
Our investigations (involving the judicious application of caring-sharing lethal force) ascertained that they had been shipped in from a commercial bakery.
This is our real and devastating disappointment on this election night.
It may be that we never vote again!
Posted by Sedgwick at October 9, 2004 09:08 PM
We had a sausage sizzle at our booth. It was great.
This is harder than your real job," I said to the large man with the sauce bottle.
"Yes", he said.
Probably a brain surgeon. Not a rock star, I think I know the St Kilda ones.
The real hard was probably not splerfing tomato sauce all over the crazy woman from Family First who gave out HTV cards and shouted for two hours about how the government stole her children.
Posted by David Tiley at October 11, 2004 01:28 AM
Someone left the cake out in the rain. Again...
Very disturbing news, Sedge. I guess it's the touch of the latex-handed gloved fear and loathing, of food and litigation, that has sacked the home made, making museums of the once bountiful zebra-black habitats.
Now that you mention it, David, Sausage Sizzles and Politics is a dangerous mix, given the sharp objects involved. Wonder if things have ever turned nasty in the key marginals?
Posted by boynton at October 11, 2004 01:13 PM