Monthly Archives: September 2012

pfft… ugly ducklings, not

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“I never dreamed of such happiness as this…”

Earlier this year I posted we’re expecting when two of the feathered residents built a nest and laid a clutch of eggs in the lower pond at Sydney Park.
To understand the level of local excitement and ‘ownership’, you have to know the royal couple, christened Henry & Matilda, have their own Facebook page… Sydney Park Swans
The park is my morning daily walking route, and a lovely stroll on a Sunday with the G.O., so we were able to conveniently keep an eye on the happenings. And happenings there were… a saga worthy of a soap opera: hope, tragedy, recovery, and triumph.
Sadly, in June’s winter rain, the nest and eggs in the lower pond were flooded. An interloper swan ‘Trudy the Intruder’ tried to tempt Henry away from struggling Matilda and their unborn progeny into her feathered clutches – Trudy secretly wooing Henry on neighbouring ponds – Matilda ousting the hussy from the home pond and away from fickle Henry.
Henry resisted the temptations of young Trudy. He and Matilda moved to the middle pond, built a new nest and started again.
A couple of days ago, the cygnets hatched. It’s early days yet, but 4 out of the 5 are doing ok and enchanting their fans, doing the circuit of the pond with mum & dad.

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I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.
The Ugly Duckling, Hans Christian Andersen

His ’n Hers

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The Saturday late in August the G.O. took off from work so we could celebrate our anniversary with a weekend away at Port Stephens has turned into three. Last weekend we had family matters to attend to, but this weekend is ours.

What a novelty to share my Saturdays with the G.O…  Normally I blog, walk, clean and grocery shop… a mixed bag of which I’d happily forgo clean and shop. This Sydney morning was too windy and pollen content too high to comfortably walk, so I checked out WordPress posts while we did a lick & a promise clean.

Because the G.O. usually works Saturdays, I gave him the preference when choosing where to go, what to do, then from my own endless list filled in the gaps.

The G.O.’s first choice was his mate’s classic car & motorcycle import shop, Gasolene on Parramatta Road, at Camperdown. Agreeably, during the week I’d read a food article in the SMH re Thai Style Fried eggs w/ jasmine rice and nam jim at Runcible Spoon not far from there, so first item on the agenda was breakfast.

Thai Style Fried eggs w/ jasmine rice and nam jim & Duck Eggs with ham hock rosti and hollandaise… mmmm at Runcible Spoon

Enroute, we’d realised we’d been to Runcible Spoon previously in pursuit of the Spanish Baked Eggs with harissa (still on the menu).

Runcible Spoon is located just down the street from Deus Ex Machina.

Deus Ex Machina

On to Gasolene, no-one was there but we had a squizzy at the merchandise through the windows.

Gasolene Custom Garage

We moved on to Victory Motorcycles .

Victory Motorcycles

Done now with the G.O.’s agenda, our next destination was Haberfield with the promise of good coffee and Italian sweets at Papa Pasticceria.

Decisions, decisions at Papa Pasticceria

As we were in need of a top up of wine glasses we went to Lamonica Homewares.

Finally, we couldn’t avoid the weekly grocery shop but at Lamonica IGA it’s a pleasure not a chore, and as well as the usual stuff we of course stocked up on Italian goodies.

Lamonica IGA

Although I can’t imagine these G.O.-at-home Saturdays will last for long, the G.O. has disclosed that today he omitted to include Extreme Toys, so I’ll keep my own to-do list prepared, just in case.

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money on the streets

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This morning I had a chance to browse the Sydney Morning Herald newspaper online, and came across an item headlined “Word on the street“… in the Money section.

I love street art. It’s one of the attractions of my Sydney city fringe neighbourhood. I love it when it goes up, and hate it when some good citizen paints over it or cleans it off. You may call me a fickle woman but dammit I don’t want it if it’s been commoditised or hung in a gallery, that’s art [ok, I’ll concede, by a street artist], which I like also but it’s NOT street art.

The article is worth a read if you have time. If not, a few excerpts…

”In my opinion, art by street artists is the next big art movement, no doubt about it,” …
…”One of Lawsons’ best results was $4000 for a work by the Die Laughing Collective. Another, which is called Murdochracy, sold for $3200. It was one of the few works to have a provenance. Done on nine panels, it was first exhibited at the Melbourne Stencil Festival in 2005 and again in Sydney in 2006, where it was displayed in front of Newscorp’s headquarters.”…
…”Finding out what work has investment potential is pretty much a mystery, particularly as most artists prefer to work under code names such as Ghostpatrol and Ha-Ha.”
…”Ha-Ha, aka Regan Tamanui, was certainly hot back in May. One of his Ned Kelly 2003 prints sold for a $1100 hammer price at Leonard Joel, way above estimates of $250 to $350. Many street artists who decorate walls and railway carriages are disdainful of those who exhibit commercially. Others, such as British artist Banksy, have successfully made the transition.”…

Not for Sale, Union Street, Newtown (Sydney), Australia