A rare Saturday linkpost
Jan. 22nd, 2022 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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once_upon_fic. Nominations close next Sunday (this may be Monday for you if you live in an eastern part of the world), and there are further specific requirements for a fandom to be eligible, so do check out the comm for more details. The tagset looks great already, and I'm super excited about all the things I've nominated as well, and hope they get approved.
This article interviewing 15 immigrant restaurant owners/chefs combines and celebrates two of my favourite things: immigration, and food. It made me feel a bit emotional, and it's also full of excellent recipes. And as a fellow foodie immigrant to Britain, I feel seen. Yotam Ottolenghi's introduction to the immigrants-and-food article is also worth a read.
This lengthy rant about the woeful political 'leadership' of Scott Morrison was so cathartic to read:
Every so often, an article will cross my path that covers something so niche, so specific to a particular time and place — and so specific to a particular time and place when I was there and I remember exactly the thing being written about — that I'm astonished anyone considers it noteworthy, and delighted they did so. This article, about a particular subgenre of Australian music that is apparently called 'bloghouse', is about exactly such a niche topic. I saw it, I read it, and I remembered! All this music was happening at nightclubs just around the corner from where I lived with my mum and sister (and where my mum still lives) when I was an undergraduate in Sydney. I remember seeing it advertised with posters on lampposts and so on. Nightclubs really weren't my scene at that point in my life, but I loved that kind of music and listened to it all the time at the bakery where my sister and I worked on weekends, while running, and around the house. The article touches on something that I hadn't been aware of, which is that the popularity of this kind of music arose at exactly the same time that technology, and social media like MySpace enabled Australian musicians to punch above their weight in the global scene, leading to a brief, but interesting cultural phenomenon.
I'll leave you with some new-to-me music, which fulfills the secondary function of reminding how much I utterly love Berlin.
once_upon_fic. Nominations close next Sunday (this may be Monday for you if you live in an eastern part of the world), and there are further specific requirements for a fandom to be eligible, so do check out the comm for more details. The tagset looks great already, and I'm super excited about all the things I've nominated as well, and hope they get approved.This article interviewing 15 immigrant restaurant owners/chefs combines and celebrates two of my favourite things: immigration, and food. It made me feel a bit emotional, and it's also full of excellent recipes. And as a fellow foodie immigrant to Britain, I feel seen. Yotam Ottolenghi's introduction to the immigrants-and-food article is also worth a read.
This lengthy rant about the woeful political 'leadership' of Scott Morrison was so cathartic to read:
Our Prime Minister is unprepared habitually because he is uninterested in being prepared. He is a man capable only of feigning humanity, passive-aggressively and defensively, and only when pressed on whether he gives a shit about a particular something or not and the focus-grouped answer is yes, he does give a shit, so sincerely in fact he spoke to Jenny about it just the other night. He is a vortex of shirked responsibility, his tenure a policy wasteland and a bookkeeper’s nightmare. He leaves behind less a prime ministerial legacy and more a hole.
Call the election, dickhead.
Every so often, an article will cross my path that covers something so niche, so specific to a particular time and place — and so specific to a particular time and place when I was there and I remember exactly the thing being written about — that I'm astonished anyone considers it noteworthy, and delighted they did so. This article, about a particular subgenre of Australian music that is apparently called 'bloghouse', is about exactly such a niche topic. I saw it, I read it, and I remembered! All this music was happening at nightclubs just around the corner from where I lived with my mum and sister (and where my mum still lives) when I was an undergraduate in Sydney. I remember seeing it advertised with posters on lampposts and so on. Nightclubs really weren't my scene at that point in my life, but I loved that kind of music and listened to it all the time at the bakery where my sister and I worked on weekends, while running, and around the house. The article touches on something that I hadn't been aware of, which is that the popularity of this kind of music arose at exactly the same time that technology, and social media like MySpace enabled Australian musicians to punch above their weight in the global scene, leading to a brief, but interesting cultural phenomenon.
I'll leave you with some new-to-me music, which fulfills the secondary function of reminding how much I utterly love Berlin.