Down at the shops. It looks all right from a distance, see:
It represents the very same street and shops, and surrounding fields as they used to be back in the olden days of yesteryear (circa The Sullivans.) But when you get up close you see the mural painter got a bit carried away with the verisimilitude and/or the general exclusivity vibe of Eaglemont, and a most pungent vibe it is too.
I freely admit this is not a patch on the magnificent Alice Springs supermarket window display Elsewhere posted a picture of today, but I still don't see the necessity for including such a thing in your friendly local shopper-enticing mural.
In much the same way, I have just now figured out what it is that worries me about much of the commentary I've seen on the subject of the putative scholarly credibility of academics' blogs. (Yes, prompted by the article in The Age.) There are three worrying things, actually. The main one is that boosters of "academic blogging" almost always try to define it by denigrating nonacademic blogging. That's a bit insulting to nonacademic blogs and bloggers, isn't it? (Yes.) Then there are a couple of question marks over whether academics ought to have blogs at all, as if (A) keeping a blog was a bit shady like running a sly grog shop or a two-up game & academics should keep themselves as nice as Mrs Caesar, and, more insidiously from my perspective, as if (B) academics have no business thinking or writing about anything that's not directly to do with their paid jobs and all their waking conscious hours belong by rights to TEH UNIVERSITY.
Just in case you are worrying that I've been away because of freaking out over not spending my whole life on teh university, that is not the reason - actually I haven't had time to go on the internet (a fine distinction there) because of school work and also because of a quick visit to Sydney to see my family and Dorian's (although that implies separate compartments when the truth is that after all this time we do share our relatives.) Basil took care of himself and guarded the house for three whole nights, what a bloody legend. He was pleased to see us when we got home. One of the things I worked on last week was an essay on Shakespeare which is going into a book on the subject of tragedy. Maybe later in the week I will tell you more about that - it's more or less interesting, I promise.