Local scene

How do you start a blog? I’ve been hedging around, starting drafts of posts on science topics, but not releasing any of them. I think some kind of introduction will help; a beginning to bookend this early side of the blog.

I figure a person’s location contributes significantly to their worldview and workview, so instead of a science post (which is mostly what I hope to share in here), the first post will be one that sets the scene for my daily life.

I live in a place colloquially known as the ‘ville. When I first moved to Sydney, I realised people existed in sorts of village aggregates, often not leaving for entire weekends. I wanted to explore whole sections of the city as a newcomer, and it took me a while to find a home in a village that suited me. But now I have, and I too am often happiest when I don’t leave the 16 square kilometres that make up my local area.

Here is what I’ve seen in postcode 2204 this weekend:

A sunny Friday afternoon in the Addison Rd Centre, which is a big collection of portable and older buildings and grass that houses, among many other things, a radio station, a martial arts studio, Reverse Garbage, a childcare centre, and a Sunday market. My kids and I picked up our new foster cat from Maggie’s Rescue, and all kinds of people were milling around the green grass, some finishing activities and others just beginning. My daughter (N3) wanted to play, but it was time to go and get some Laotian takeaway for dinner. Down the main road, there were two separate police incidents involving hurriedly parked divvy vans, one traffic-related and another seemingly more serious involving several officers and some physical force. N3 was grimly fascinated with the latter, but I managed to draw her away with food while debriefing what we saw. After dark, I cycled up to The Haunt, an exhibition/studio space hosting the second installation of a zine and illustration series loosely, darkly and hilariously based on god and associated characters by Mike Watt.

On Saturday, I ordered an electric cargo bicycle to schlep me, the kids, groceries, and work stuff around. Having recently sold my car, the plan is to be able to go everywhere work- and daily-life related on this steed, except in intense rain. Due to Gloworm‘s family bike sale I got a reasonable deal on the bike plus a pannier extension rack and a new kiddo seat. In the evening, I could hear music. Often it drifts over from the bowlo or the Vic, but it could also have been from one of the many smaller unmarked venues around here. It was hard to make out the style, but it was nice to know that people were out having fun while this weary homebody was happy knitting in a comfortable chair in the lounge room.

Another of the smaller members of our community was turning three today, and a cycle down to a playground next to a table of cupcakes and fruit under trees made for an easy morning. Riding back through the local area festival for some quick char siu and rice, we watched a pair of sisters in matching outfits play speed chess with oversized pieces. The younger sister won convincingly in an endgame, reminding me of being outclassed in chess by my younger brother when we were kids. The festival has become bigger since I explored it as a newcomer in 2006 and some suggest it is becoming less community-oriented, but the council still does well in supporting bicycling, composting, art, and wise water usage, and this was evident in the several stalls today.

All is quiet now as people nap; it’s time to put this out there and get this blog started. More to come; it will be less about home stuff and more about science, but I hope you will enjoy the reading all the same.

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