Swarm the eager masses unto the scene. Wandering lost and weary from the wilderness beyond, marvel in the world of installation. Eyeballs are sent for and the ears are rounded out to pick up the noses and tongues for the tasting of the culture and atmosphere of an experience not unlike the school excursions of old.
Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Charles Darwin, famous for his theory of evolution of species by natural selection, was, as you may or may not know, born on the 12th of February, 1809. Darwin Day, far more than just commemorating the man, aims to celebrate science and humanity in general. In aid of this, two speakers were organised for an event hosted by the Humanist Society of New South Wales to be held at The Sydney Mechanics' School of the Arts: Dr. Andrew Simpson and Dr. Robin Holliday.
The Sydney Mechanics' School of the Arts, located on Pitt Street near Town Hall Station, was originally a school for Scottish artisans and mechanics, later a technical college, and, though no longer offering classes, still hosts a series of free public lectures. It is also Australia's oldest lending library.
Read the rest of Darwin Day, 2007 - The Sydney Mechanics' School of the Arts - 12/02/07 review
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Crunch underfoot the steps out west and the walk into the sun burns a line across the hairs and into the face. Days to delay and the anticipation is high for what makes it certain is that people will always be.
Through the hall and out the back, the setting is quaint, the tables long and Jesus is not leaning over for the sake of making pose for supper. Grass is a mighty cultured thing and a weedy issue at best. Here, on the grounds of Lizettapalooza, there's a thickness undeniable. Lush and spiky, it's enough to lie on if lying on the green is the scene.
Read the rest of Lizettapalooza - Undisclosed South West Sydney location - 03/02/07 review
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Distraction is watching the flashes smash against the flickering play of lights from merchandise spread aplenty from the stands. Much as the force of bright ruins the natural colours of a shot in the dark. Tickets and passes to the show cough up the little reminder, "No photography or recording devices allowed."
From the disembodied spirit of the arena floor, still smelling of the Superdome, the voice warns all that there will be pain to be met upon those who choose to startle the dinosaurs of the exhibit. Pain or something else, severe nonetheless. But hey, when the masses go crazy with the cameras, it's all on like Donkey Kong.
Read the rest of Walking With Dinosaurs: The Live Experience - Acer Arena - 14/01/07 review
Ethan Switch - Sunday, December 10, 2006
Benito Di Fonzo walks ahead smoking a stick with disregard. Such is the state that he casually tosses the butt at the foot of the steps to the State Library of New South Wales, a bin only a few metres away. None of that though, smokers find they own their own rules to the environment and those in their vicinity. Die and we all die together, the ethos of those who sign up to the addiction.
Security guard stations signal The Members' Room of the Mitchell Wing as the locale of the NSW Poetry Slam Final. Nobody walks up the stairs to the Galleries, a misdirection in closed doors.
Ethan Switch - Thursday, August 24, 2006
To the captives in seats rigid and bitch painful to really sit in for long periods, hosts of the event, Popcorn Taxi lets no time pass before reeling into subscriptions and such for their outfit. Ceiling work is pretty ornate and decorative.
For what the board outside various entrances into levels of the State Theatre estimates as a quick and rough Q and A to run only 90 minutes, nothing is done for the fact that planning is never right. Not when the fans are lining up or bobbing for the roving mics to ask the man of the moment, Kevin Smith.
Read the rest of An evening with Kevin Smith - State Theatre - 22/08/06 review
Ethan Switch - Friday, August 4, 2006
Free flowing flutes with bubbly billowing out of the huge white doors of the Stables Theatre. No smashing of glasses and a house facing front toward the Theatre crashes out with its arm hanging in the gutter, the belt is still clean and tight around the upper arm.
Cabanossi cubes chat with the crackers on one plate as severed lamington fingers get the cold shoulder from the biscuits on another. Odd tasting beetroot dip goes head-to-head against the curry flavour and its the latter that wins with a drool slick coming off the edges. Wetness and a sinking feeling for the bright red loser in this competition.
Read the rest of Griffin Award - The Stables Theatre - 03/08/06 review
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, June 24, 2006
10am is when the doors open, and a lot of the crowd seem to be mad keen on getting in. Many/most were piling into the hot chocolate stand for a sludgy dose of something hot and sweet. Swissway was the company behind the throng - apparently the only outlet within the compound providing such. Not a lot of serious buyers though. Most were there just for the tasting. In fact, most of the horde were there for the same reasons.
The bigger companies were there pushing their product - Sunrice, Kantong, Ayam and so on. That's not to say that the smaller companies weren't represented. Fardoulis Chocolates, for example, were there with brightly coloured boxes of sweet goodies for the eyes to savour.
Read the rest of Good Food & Wine Show - June 24th 2006 review
Ethan Switch - Monday, May 29, 2006
St. Stephens is dead quiet. Decrepit etchings on the headstones of the graveyard around the car hole don't speak much at all. With the temperature freezing the lobes off ears, nothing changes with the morning session of the church keeping it on the hush.
Around the steeple, a crew from the Sydney Film School shoot parts for their documentary. An interview with the dead in the back drop and later on with vines crawling about.
Ethan Switch - Monday, April 3, 2006
Customs House on a Saturday afternoon in Circular Quay. People in the cafe on the lower floor clanging away with deep bottles of sparkling waters more powerful than those from a hose. Gulls on the pavers outside hunt down in three and the kicks aren't doing anything for they fear nothing now they have the taste of rat's blood.
Time again dissolves into the nothingness of quotes and pauses as the start post packs up and leaves. Gone by at least a half hour through the heavy curtains that catch the old lady right into a dehydrated state.
Ethan Switch - Friday, December 9, 2005
Worlds collide at the State Library of NSW. In one spectrum, a largely over 35 crowd from the State Library's Under 35 club Christmas Party, void of all symbolism and dead fat men swinging from the ceilings. In the other, spectators on the hunt for the finals of the inaugural Sydney Poetry Slam; the bardic and cathartic rhythmic event of the year.
Seats allocate themselves to the faster set and those eager and hopeful to see festivities adhere to a sense of punctuality. Swinging back affords no comfort, the doubt of metal jutting through the shoulder blades keeping many honest and stable. Minutes pool into an hour as the photographer blinds everyone with a flash bulb that burns brighter than a sun on the back of a pasty Goth caught without sunscreen.
Read the rest of Sydney Poetry Slam 05 Finals - State Library of NSW Galleries - 08/12/05 review
Ethan Switch - Friday, September 2, 2005
And so as the great and indefatigable once pondered, "Why do places such as this often have the best acoustics?"
Not one to read names off a list, a man standing guard for tickets to the talk in the Mitchell Wing of the State Library asks questions upon self-referential questions. Hilarious, if not for the fact that with the name down clearly on the bottom of the list, an easy miss is done for sure. Glasses do not help everyone improve their reading sight.
Ethan Switch - Monday, July 11, 2005
Atrophe's party or the Poetry Slam? With pigeon shit covering every spot of open faced cement in the wings of the Knot Gallery, there was no contest. The Inaugural State Poetry Slam by the Word Wrestling Federation. There was also no place to stand without inhaling a rich strike of urine.
A battle of prime rhyme from the New South Wales line. Two teams against each other in an ages old classic battle of poetic licence. To the victor, the glory to represent against the sorry cases in Victoria later in August. Flowers more for the team short on score.
Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, May 10, 2005
At first, I thought Ethan was joking. But what harm could come? After all, it was a "free meal" and the chance to prove wrong the naysayers, as well as the sayers of "there no such thing as a free lunch" was too tempting.
The 90 minutes was part of this company's Community Outreach; to get others to join their brotherhood of online referral websites that help people reap benefits and quit jobs. The deal is this: start a website that sells something. Take a customer's payment, pass on the order and the money (minus your cut) to the manufacturer, who then packages and post the product. Simple, no? You'd think so, but this kind of theory needs to be *sold* to an audience.
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