“Let them eat cake” (actually the strict translation is ‘Let them eat brioche’) is a quote attributed to Marie-Antoinette, the queen of France during the French Revolution and wife of the last king of France, Louis XVI. As the story goes, it was the queen’s response upon being told that her starving subjects had no bread.
In my last post on this blog, which was written almost two months ago, I stated that while I hadn’t posted anything for about a month, I was ‘getting back into it’1. That was overly optimistic.
Having sold our house, getting rid of stuff before the removalists arrived, and moving out, we are now ‘of no fixed address’. To take advantage of the situation, we have been on a road trip in northern New South Wales for a couple of weeks and a couple of thousand kilometres (with another week to go), visiting friends, relatives and colleagues, and have had only intermittent access to the internet.
Some time ago, I wrote a piece in support of Trove, which was in danger of not being funded properly to guarantee its continuation. In that article, I related a story from my family history, about a policeman uncle of mine who was shot while attempting to make an arrest1. This is another one from the past, and refers to the grandparents of the aforementioned policeman.
The host of the Australian Broadcasting Commission’s Insiders show, David Speers apparently referred to Kamala Harris, the Democratic Party’s likely nominee for President of the US in the upcoming election, as a ‘woman of colour’1. You’d think that a supposedly professional journalist would eschew such idiocy. Calling anyone a ‘person of colour’ is simply a way of stating they are non-white. I gather that Kamala Harris has referred to herself as a ‘woman of colour’.
As readers will know, we are downsizing and have three beds to get rid of before we move. While you can sell a bed frame/base fairly easily, it is difficult to sell a mattress, and charities like The Smith Family, The Salvation Army or St Vincent De Paul will not take them. So, the only options seemed to be to take it to a place called Soft Landing in an industrial suburb where they are recycled. Fees apply1, and I have heard from another source that this will cost you about $50.