(Actually I’m not a virtual recluse; many of my online personas are the quite social butterflies..)
I had lunch today at Lentil As Anything, a funny little vegan cafe on Blessington Street with an appealingly unpretentious boho vibe and an innovative “pay whatever the fuck you feel like” pricing policy. Here is someone else blogging about it in a manner which captures the tone quite nicely.
Last night I was going to go a talk by photographer Bill Henson (not to be confused with the late Jim Henson), who is good, at the Ian Potter Centre (the NGV‘s secondary premises at Federation Square, housing Australian art – which, shamefully, I only discovered existed last week whilst executing Neurocam Assignment 5555/01). They are currently hosting a major Henson retrospective.
Unfortunately I missed the talk because I got on the wrong tram. Stupid wrong tram.
This weekend I’m making another flying visit to Canberra; my folks are throwing a farewell party before upping stakes to Switzerland. My previous visit – see archive – was a bit of a downer and I’m not particularly looking forward to it, but I will at least get to hang with my beloved baby sister, who is travelling all the way from the far reaches of darkest Queensland for the occasion.