spent a lovely evening chatting with a panel about tram journeys as part of Tramlines - a new series of audio works for Melbourne you're supposed to listen to while on a tram. it occurred to me that this is basically augmented reality but old school, with audio as the layer. my contribution is using the tram as a future museum simulation of...a tram.
anyway cool to live in a city that does stuff like this:
https://cityofliterature.com.au/tramlines/Tramlines – A unique podcast project from Melbourne City of Literature
black cats are so satisfyingto look at, wild to think they were considered unlucky. encountered one that almost made me want to adopt but then i remembered the only plants i've kept alive have been in a video game.
Had a great night stroll to the city. I love walking at night, but the real danger of being in a femme body in public space makes it something rare. Did u know pepper spray is illegal in most of Australia? Fun fact.
There's gonna be so much pink in fashion soon. The bimbette moment meeting the barbie moment. We are not ready.
a south asian art gathering this morning turned into a random eid meal turned into hours chatting with strangers, finding community in the diaspora can be so clumsy and fraught it's nice when it emerges from a spontaneous impulse
22/4. I love that buildings like the old Nicholas still exist in Melbourne. It's as close to being in an art deco noir labyrinth you can get for free. Strange mezzanines. Random offices for private detectives and tarot readers. A sign on a door for a museum of electrical philosophy...I need a TV show in there yesterday.
so many of us refusing to admit the deep psychological impact of watching Flubber (1997). to see green goo act like that...it doesn't just leave a child....
mastodon is giving me livejournal (before the russian bots) energy. this is where shitposters come to be secretly earnest. j'adore.
I still wear some clothes I wore as a 10 year old. That's 2 decades ago. I wish I'd kept them for noble sustainability reasons but it's just cause they still fit and feel like putting on a hug. Or maybe they let me believe in some kinda essential self. Anyone else keep clothes this long? Is it weird lol??