Last weekend, on my weekly pilgrimage to Bunnings, (OK I didn’t really have a hardware or garden need… just a hankering for a charitable sausage on a bit of bread), the fundraising group de jour was The Tough Guy Book Club – a wonderful oxymoron of a name and a much more fun expression of the contemporary need for positive male bonding. I hope there’s a female version out there too.
I wandered over to their web and FaceBook pages and found out some nourishing information. The club is a worldwide organisation of local chapters that meet on the first Wednesday night of every month – usually in a pub. I asked the chap serving snags on bread whether they were like the Peaky Blinders of Books Clubs – and he liked my characterisation – perhaps with less razor gangster action.
But the thing that really got me interested was the list of previously discussed books. It was like a compendium of books I’ve read throughout my adolescence, my university days, mid-life and now senior years. Also – books that are still in my bucket list.
AND … one of the books was … David Ireland’s “The Glass Canoe” – set in the Inner West pub where my late father used to drink … and the spark that prompted me to invent the Pig’s Arms.
The Wattle – Symbol of Our Native Land … You Can Stick it in a Bottle, You Can hold it in your Hand
Annual Recycle by Emmjay – first published in 2008 on the ABC Drum
Well, it’s September 1 and I for one am feeling the usual right to spring. Pedants, who insist that Spring starts on the equinox, somewhere around the 21st will have to forgive me.
It’s a fantastic day here in the Emerald City.
Wikipedia, in its unending generosity offers us two rites of Spring -the mid 80’s Washington punk band “Rites of Spring” and perhaps the more familiar – Igor Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring, or le Sacre du Printemps. The Russian escapes me, except that one is led to believe that notwithstanding the translation, the reference is more towards a pagan rite than a consecration.
It’s a pity that in our Australian cities, we so often make nothing special for the start of Spring. I think this is a great shame. It’s a missed opportunity to celebrate the possibility of renewal – perhaps if not always the actuality.
Other nations and cultures run riot in Spring. I have a Japanese friend who puts away all the winter accoutrements including visual art and even crockery and she changes a major part of her world with the change of season – bringing out the Spring linen and changing the menu, swapping many of the pictures on her walls. The new wardrobe. Life in the garden. Something more than a simple clean-up.
Stravinsky’s ballet score really gets into the swing of the new season with a dancing chorus of young girls – perhaps a little wasted on we of the Southern hemisphere since our Easter (Hester, oestrus, eggs, fertility, etc, etc, etc) falls in, well, fall. Moreover, with the possible exception of our pagan friends, references to ‘young girls’ these days are likely to provoke more anti-paedo outrage, than assist us to re-iterate a celebration of the earth.
And what of the Washington punk band ? Well, they recorded one eponymous LP on their own label, Discord Records. Need I say more?
Returning to the day, let’s hope this Spring brings with it sunshine as well as rain. Give a prayer for our farmers whose lives and livelihood are so challenged by the Australian climate. And look forward to the joys of Summer.
Or would that be… Don Henley and the “Boys of Summer”?
Praise also be to the inventors of anti-histamines 🙂
In late breaking news today, following the surprise defenestration of the entire South Moscow Genetics Laboratory from its own 9th storey window, DPravda reported today apparent errors in the DNA analysis of the bucket of survivor remnants form the infamous Wagnerev jet crash.
Former Lab chief, Joe Zefstalinski said that it was correct that the remains contained DNA from ten individuals and that these had been cross-matched with individuals NOT on the jet’s catering list.
Positive identification has been made and that the actual passengers included:
N Kruschev
Czarina K Romanoff
Cosmonaut Leika
The Sisters Karamazova
An unnamed curtain raiser for the Bolshevik Ballet, and
Here’s one for the superannuated Punks. On Thursday Therese, FM, Algernonina the Elder and I went for a big night out to the Enmore to see Blondie, The Stranglers as well as The Machinations. Here’s a selection of their tunes.
The Enmore Institute was formed in 2007 just prior to Kevin. Our purpose is to provide a more accurate barometer of the state of the local economy – because as PM Albanese says “All Politics is local” – or perhaps ARE local depending on whether one regards “politics” as a collective noun or not.
Since 2007, we have refined, sharpened, distilled, and generally improved our econometrics and we have finally settled on one blindingly clear and comprehensible statistic –
The Enmore Institute Plebeian Confidence Index – the EIPCI or PCI for short.
The index is created using sophisticated sampling equipment –
Two Clickable Counters – one black and one white – the reason for the colour choice will become apparent later.
A pencil for just in case and
A pair of well-worn RM Williams ding boots.
Our methodology:
Starting at the Warren View Hotel, we walk up Enmore Road towards Newtown.
We count only street frontage shops, pubs, hairdressers, cafes, restaurants, recycled clothing shops, art supplies, bookstores (yes, Virginia, they do still exist in our hamlet), the occasional minimarket, chemists, bakeries, and a seemingly endless parade of shops that we can generously say sell “floral arrangements, homewares and objets d’art”. We do count the one church and the needle exchange / methadone clinic but we do not count houses of ill repute. We are, after all a serious research institute and we are too tired to climb the stairs.
We count enterprises that are clearly operational and others which are in the main as dead as a doorknob, under endless renovation or too tough to call – they could be dead businesses, or merely just given to operating with a patina of filth unusual in our economy.
Some businesses have the kind of bland nameless ambiguity of illegal gambling operations and one business nominally advertising itself as a purveyor of fine meats, has opaque curtains and a large individual hovering by the door – presumably waiting for the next delivery of contraband meat in what is otherwise a bastion of veganimity.
We walk all the way up King St, stopping when we reach Sydney Uni’s Moore College, then we cross the road and return back down King Street on the south side till we reach the last shopfronts at Lord St opposite the St Peters chimney stacks.
We acknowledge that in constructing the PCI there is a margin of error implicit in the methodology, namely that some erstwhile establishments are difficult to classify because they choose to be that way.
Now to the PCI. Being an index, it has no particular meaning attached to any actual numbers of live or dead businesses. Its total value is in the extent of change from one collection period to another. We aim to collect the data on at least a monthly basis or more frequently if the weather is pleasant. Some of our researchers favour using his majesty’s bus services if there is a period of protracted foul weather. Only time will tell, but to date no researcher has been fast enough to click their way through to a stable dataset -, possibly due to the sad state of the tarmac.
Results:
There is an astonishing number of shopfronts (pub fronts etc) in the Enmore Institute’s collection area – a total of 679 – some of which house more than one enterprise (like photography and pet suppliers !). In this our first formal collection period, 593 shop front businesses (87%) had a pulse. Eighty-six (13%) displayed no sign of life. How many of the latter group were alive, but comatose is anyone’s guess, but we are confident that the number is likely to be insignificant. The lights were not on and / or the windows were so dirty we could not tell.
Conclusions.
When we began the survey, we felt that the state of our high streets reflected an economy in trouble – but the predominance of operating businesses appears to give the lie to that. However, an alternative assessment could indicate that the nearly 600 going concerns reflect the staunch tenacity of Inner West citizens and our skilful ability to live on a diet of brown rice and kerosene.
Stay tuned for the next thrilling PCI – more accurate and heartfelt than anything the RBA produces – and based on something quite close to reality.
The Enmore Institute encourages other local research groups to have a wander up their own high streets and take the economic temperature of their own bailiwick.
We wish to express our sincere gratitude to the patrons of the Pig’s Arms, Rosies’ Tattoo Emporium and House of Pain and the Cook’s River Sea Scouts for your generous financial support.