1030: Sleep in, but not as late as my layabout roomie.
Sick sick sick.
Crack youtube to listen to 'Kingdom of Spain' to get the running medley of Turner songs out of my head. Not that they're bad, just I'm going insane.
1130, Victoria Markets, North Melbourne: Open air cafe attached to market. Pumpkin & corn soup for breakfast. Hot hot hot. Bread minimal. I came to this city expecting huge wonderful chunks of delicious crunchy bread to go with my soup. Butter overflowing. Where's the Europeanness? Functional meal. 2 stars.
Petulant tween girl, eldest of four girls accompanied by two women (mother/s unidentifiable). Wants a cappuccino. She pouts and sulks is annoying.
First someone selling chocolates, now someone has come in here and is just openly begging. Beggar avoids me, hits up everyone else. Scorrre.
Tween complaining about "lack of lifelines." Rubbing furiously at her palm. This soup can't finish quickly enough.
1245, Bourke St Mall: Stroll through the city. Nothing worth my money. Bespoke suits and Sportsgirl.
George Kamikawa is busking in the mall. Jeeesus. Play them blues, baby. Play 'em.
MP3: George Kamikawa - Cross Roads
He thanks everybody for money or for buying a CD.
1430, Fitzroy: Have ended up on Brunswick St again. V. nearly spent a whole lot of money on factory clearance Revival and Dangerfield stuff, but Ghazi calls and saves the day.
Cartlon Gardens are lovely. Wonderful to see citizens actually using their parks, instead of just jogging through them.
1530, Carlton: COFFEE #4: Blend of the week or something at Seven Seeds. Little warehouse deal in a back lane run by bona fide hipsters. Don't see what the deal is with the special blend, but that could be the illness. Nice place though. 3 stars.
3 1/2 for having an indoor bike rack near the back entrance.
1600, Ormond College: Scotch o'clock.
2030, Lygon St, Carlton: Steak pepper (or Mexican) at Café Cavallino. This place is huge. Quick service, or else somebody messed up the order. 4 1/2 stars. Did a number on the wallet, though, but you simply can't let these things distract you.
Ghazi and I discuss making undergraduate degrees more exclusive.
A flashing sign is telling people about road closures. SEEK ALT ROUTE. Sure, Melbourne. Sure.
2130, Errol St, North Melbourne: The kid selling cigarettes to this drained out pleb is barely 17, certainly. He's making eye contact w/ me b/c he knows I know when he tells the prole unsolicited what the cheapest brand of smokes is there's an undertone of classism there.
Things Vic has NSW doesn't:
First someone selling chocolates, now someone has come in here and is just openly begging. Beggar avoids me, hits up everyone else. Scorrre.
Tween complaining about "lack of lifelines." Rubbing furiously at her palm. This soup can't finish quickly enough.
1245, Bourke St Mall: Stroll through the city. Nothing worth my money. Bespoke suits and Sportsgirl.
George Kamikawa is busking in the mall. Jeeesus. Play them blues, baby. Play 'em.
MP3: George Kamikawa - Cross Roads
He thanks everybody for money or for buying a CD.
1430, Fitzroy: Have ended up on Brunswick St again. V. nearly spent a whole lot of money on factory clearance Revival and Dangerfield stuff, but Ghazi calls and saves the day.
Cartlon Gardens are lovely. Wonderful to see citizens actually using their parks, instead of just jogging through them.
1530, Carlton: COFFEE #4: Blend of the week or something at Seven Seeds. Little warehouse deal in a back lane run by bona fide hipsters. Don't see what the deal is with the special blend, but that could be the illness. Nice place though. 3 stars.
3 1/2 for having an indoor bike rack near the back entrance.
1600, Ormond College: Scotch o'clock.
2030, Lygon St, Carlton: Steak pepper (or Mexican) at Café Cavallino. This place is huge. Quick service, or else somebody messed up the order. 4 1/2 stars. Did a number on the wallet, though, but you simply can't let these things distract you.
Ghazi and I discuss making undergraduate degrees more exclusive.
A flashing sign is telling people about road closures. SEEK ALT ROUTE. Sure, Melbourne. Sure.
2130, Errol St, North Melbourne: The kid selling cigarettes to this drained out pleb is barely 17, certainly. He's making eye contact w/ me b/c he knows I know when he tells the prole unsolicited what the cheapest brand of smokes is there's an undertone of classism there.
Things Vic has NSW doesn't:
- Children selling tobacco, from all the registers.
- No requirement to put single takeaway bottles in paper bags.
- Credit withdrawal @ pub ATMs despite the RCG issue.
- Oh that's right, no pokies. So no worries.
2200: Ice cream & beer & reading Vonnegut on the roof of the YHA is as good a way to spend a sick Friday night in Melb as any other.
2300: How do sad/pregnant chicks in romantic comedies possibly go through a whole pint of ice cream? This is ridiculous.
2300: How do sad/pregnant chicks in romantic comedies possibly go through a whole pint of ice cream? This is ridiculous.
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