Weekend Things, S02E11

Carlton Gardens early mornings are nice

I have a new job! I’m working as a product manager at Culture Amp, who do very smart things with employee feedback and analytics. If you work in a business with more than a couple of hundred people and you’re not using Culture Amp, you should take a look, particularly if you feel like everybody’s best efforts to understand and improve your workplace culture aren’t quite cutting it.

There’s a lot of ugliness in the world, but this story of the magpie that brought a family together after a terrible accident gives me hope (thanks for making my week, Loz Gray). My mum has been feeding a magpie for many years, and it’s so smart.

Foreign Policy has never endorsed a political candidate, until now. Despite FP leaning in the opposite direction from me politically, it’s at least sincere, which is something one couldn’t say about many news outlets these days. The Enid News & Eagle, “a historically conservative voice in a conservative, Republican region of arguably the reddest state in the union” and my favorite small-town US paper, has also thrown in for Hillary.

We saw Back to Back Theatre’s LADY EATS APPLE on Tuesday night. It’s a fascinating piece of theatre, and includes one of the most startling and affecting pieces of stagecraft I’ve ever experienced (no spoilers!). See it if you can.

Ever thought why there is no celebration for those that decide to go from the homosexual to heterosexual lifestyle? Are they not honest? Are they not coming out as well? And that is just one of the examples of the one-way traffic and bias from the media.

Ahahaha Eric Abetz, who is in the Top 10 Worstest Australian Politicians, is sore that heterosexual comings-out are not cheered in the way that gay ones are. This take made me giggle.

Louisiana is putting roadblocks in place to prevent immigrants from marrying.

Re:collection is an archive of Australian graphic design that focuses on the period from 1960–1990, and it’s just had a lovely redesign. It is absolutely stuffed full of great stuff, including biographies of significant Australian designers and collections of significant serial content (like design for the Melbourne Film Festival). Go there. Absorb this goodness.

He is thinking about Gus because he is always thinking about Gus. When he drives, when he works, when he’s having dinner, when he’s in a parade, when he wakes up and goes to sleep and closes his eyes. He’s always circling back, always with questions.

On this week’s Slate Culture Gabfest, Julia Turner endorsed this profile of Creigh Deeds, the Virginia state senator whose mentally disturbed son attacked him with a knife before killing himself. It’s long, but very worthwhile.

In the same Gabfest episode, Julia and Stephen went several rounds on the ethics of revealing Elena Ferrante’s identity. This is the Gabfest at its best, I think — scrappy and entertaining and relaxed.

This house (via Max Wheeler) is wonderful — such a smart and sensitive update. On the home front, I’m looking forward to this ABC two-parter about Australian architecture.

It is cruel. It’s frightening. And the truth is, it hurts. It hurts. It’s like that sick, sinking feeling you get when you’re walking down the street minding your own business and some guy yells out vulgar words about your body. Or when you see that guy at work that stands just a little too close, stares a little too long, and makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

Michelle Obama gave this powerful speech in which she managed to put into words the horror of this terrible election, the vileness of Donald Trump, the nightmare possibility of him as President. I liked Lindy West’s piece earlier in the week, too.

Michelle’s bloke is also pretty great. What are we going to do without the Obamas?

The impact on my family of the bank’s refusal to grant us the assistance provided for under the 2009 agreement was devastating. We needed an ongoing source of income to keep paying our mortgage, so for the last six months of Emmaline’s life I had to keep working. I was routinely heading off to my office when where I was needed most was with my wife and children.

I haven’t seen Rainer or Emmaline since uni, but I was very sad to hear of Emmaline’s death last year (she wrote about her diagnosis and illness beautifully in a blog I only discovered after she’d gone). Fuck cancer, and fuck banks.