Sunday, August 19, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A museum which probably doesn't feature in the Lonely Planet is the Portuguese Ethnographic Museum of Australia near Camperdown Park.
For six months I have been phoning and visiting the "Museum" every now and again, but have never once successfully seen it open or had the phone answered. As a building, it doesn't have many windows. And it possibly doesn't have a functioning door at all. You wouldn't call it inviting, for example. At the back it's a Portuguese community child care centre, which is nice, but unsatisfying for museum-lovers. I fantasise about all the Portuguese ethnography going to waste inside.
I think it may be Newtown's only museum, apart from the Macleay and Nicholson museums at Sydney University, which don't really count. And admittedly the Portuguese Ethnographic Museum of Australia is probably disqualified on the basis of not opening ever. I am jealous of Tempe for having the Bus and Truck Museum, a jealousy which is heightened every time I see that historic double-decker bus of theirs parading through Newtown on a Sunday. Their museum even has a shop selling "bus and truck related merchandise", as depicted on their website:
I want a museum shop!
If you do find yourself in Camperdown Park, wandering aimlessly because the Portuguese Ethnographic Museum of Australia is closed again, visit the James Sullivan RSPCA Memorial Horse Trough (ha! Bet Tempe doesn't have one of those!), which bears a tear-jerking plaque explaining that Sullivan lost his life while trying to save his employer's horses from death by fire:
Sob! Gets me every time.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
In Deli On King:
Poor little sleeveless ducks.
In a pawn shop on Enmore Road:
If I was in the market to have my face massaged or steamed, I would definitely shop here. It's delux!
Speaking of saunas, the Marie-Louise Hair Salon has turned into one. It has been closed for quite some time now and the condensation is ruining her fabulous photos in the display windows in the most grotesque way.
Look what has happened to her portrait of the Queen:
And Tim Rogers is all mouldy:
What the salon must look like inside doesn't bear thinking about. I hope the family illness is overcome soon.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Nosey Neighbour Penelope received this hand-delivered note in her letterbox:
Emo junk mail! I wonder if it is the work of the same 'Aspire' who stuck this up on Phillip Street:
I think the letterbox is an under-utilised realm of mystery and wonder. Back in 2005, Carl of Caveat, Information Provider, repeatedly delivered his business card to my Enmore letter box:
I sadly never had need to contact Carl regarding the Fifth Reich or to order more Judas Cards from the office, but I loved his "secret communications" (essential in war, by the way).
Whenever I stealthily and lurkily deliver a Nosey Calling Card, I do think of Carl of Caveat and our unlikely similarities: we're both Information Providers, him Being Against Nazis, me Being For Noseyness.