Sunday June 30
Can't reach Michael by phone. Can't get
Tim Danko either. Maybe I have
the wrong numbers?
We taxi it to the Stork and move my bags to Barbara's place. It's a
really nice little house.
Barbara and I go walking in search of a felafel and catch up on
things. Along the way:
*'Ms. 45' zine is based on the movie poster, not the
Barbara actually hasn't seen the film. She's not enthused about the
*What the fuck is up with this ubiquitous 'Orange' stuff anyway?
Paging Naomi Klein! I know it's vaguely related to phones, but it's so
nondescriptive. I see it in Bangkok, and then here.
*Response to mispelled sign: Grammar activism. If we can have
billboard activists, why not grammar activists? When people spell CDs as
CD's, it's really irritating.
*Preston: A sign announces it's a 'Refugee Welcome Zone'. I'd
missed a big protest on the refugee thing when I arrived, it was just down
the road at Flinders Street Station.
*Quest for Music: since all I get is Karaoke and Backstreet Boys,
Barbara recommends Bloodduster album. 'Straight Outta Northcote', and Tism.
Au Go Go Records is still around!
That's good to hear.
Barbara and I have a great Indian meal. We discuss the idea of
scanning books. We agree that if I buy her a scanner, she could scan some
comics for us, that could then be presented as archival material on a
website or in other formats.
Snoop around for phone numbers, and manage to contact Michael.
We'll meet up tomorrow. I park it at Barbara's, and we do some cooking,
read some comics, and just generally hang. I get to see a bunch of
Barbara's older Ms. 45 issues, which again oughtta be archived. Us aging
zinesters need to find safe homes for our stuff.
Monday, July 01, 2002