Minäkö fetisisti?
Me, a fetishist?
Bloggerin fetissifiltteri esti Blogisiskoa esittelemästä enempää kuin kaksi käsilaukkua kerralla. Se riitti rohkaisuksi. Saanko esitellä? Vasemmalla uusi ystäväni Hilda.
Hilda on kiiltävää mustaa nahkaa (suosittu fetissi ymmärtääkseni) ja hankittu Adelaidesta. Adelaide on alkuaan saksalaisten luterilaisten asuttama kaupunki ja ylpeä siitä, ettei sillä ole samanlaista vankisiirtolamenneisyyttä kuin monilla muilla Australian suurkaupungeilla. Minun olisi pitänyt varoa, sillä Hilda oli kopeasta newyorkilaisbrändistä huolimatta mukavassa lisäalennuksessa. Se näytti kuitenkin tilavalta, hyvin valmistetulta ja hitusen trendikkäältä (muodit ovat kummallisia).
Hilda on ollut meillä joulukuun alusta lähtien. Se on kopea kuin mikä, syö avainnippuja ja muita metalliesineitä ja siihen erehdyksessä sujautettu taskupullo tulee takaisin tyhjänä. Sillä on fasistisia ja rasistisia taipumuksia, ainakin mitä musiikkimakuun tulee (se huutelee konserteissa törkeitä, jos ohjelmassa on ns. toisen Wienin koulukunnan säveltäjien musiikkia). Straussin valsseja ja Wagneria se rakastaa. Lähietäisyydelle osuvat Louis Vuittonin laukut se raatelee pilalle.
Hildan sisältö tällä hetkellä (appelsiinin se sylkäisi ulos): kännykän kuulokkeet, 10 sentin kolikko, 3 kynää, huulirasva, käsivoide, käyntikorttikotelo, aurinkolasit kotelossa, tamponirasia, muistikirja, 3 oopperalippua, teatterilippu, taidenäyttelyn luettelo, apteekin kuitti, nenäliinapaketti, elokuvalippu (Syriana), pillerirasia (happosalpaajia ja särkylääkettä), viinakaupan kuitti, 2 laastaria, 2 folioliuskallista laktaasientsyymejä, 2 huulipunaa, huulikiille, rajauskynä, lompakko.
Osallistuinko vahingossa meemiin? Olin muuten kerran tietokilpailussa (ai niin, tästähän löytyy eloisa kuvaus tuolta toisaalta), jossa palkintoja sai mm. löytämällä käsilaukustaan tiettyjä esineitä.
Pannaanpa mukaan myös painavampaa sisältöä. Richard Neville (kuului nuorempana mm. räävittömän Oz-lehden tekijöihin) tekaisi hiljattain pääministerin nettisivuista näköiskappaleen, jonka sisältö tosin ei ollut aivan John Howardin näköinen. Pääministeri pyyteli siellä mm. vuolaasti ja humaanisti anteeksi osallistumistaan Irakin sotaan. Ei mennyt kuin runsas vuorokausi, kun piuhat pantiin poikki valtion toimesta. Ei yhteydenottoa, ei oikeuskäsittelyä, ei mitään. Tästä kuulemme vielä. Lisätietoa em. linkistä.
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A fellow Blogger unleashed dark forces by posting pictures of her handbags. Hilda didn't leave me alone until I promised to do the same favour for her.
Hilda (see picture above) comes from Adelaide, a city originally inhabited by German Lutherans (as opposed to being a penal colony like many other Australian cities). It is a beautiful, cultural and only slightly weird place, so I should have been more careful than to buy a brand handbag that nobody had wanted to take home even if it had first been reduced by 30% and later by another 40%.
Hilda has been with us since early December now. She completely rules the household, eats metal objects such as keyrings and rusty nails and promptly empties any hipflasks placed inside her. She doesn't hear a thing and therefore shouts. In concerts, she doesn't stop cheering and applauding when she hears Strauss waltzes or Wagner, while Schoenberg's music provokes loud remarks not suitable for printing. If she happens to get anywhere near a Louis Vuitton bag, she tears it to shreds, screaming violently.
Inside Hilda at the time of taking the picture (she spat out the orange): a mobile headset, a 10-cent coin, 3 pens, lip balm, hand cream, a business card case, sunnies, a box of tampons, a note book, 3 used opera tickets, a theatre ticket, an arts exhibition brochure, a pharmacy receipt, tissues, a movie ticket (Syriana), a pill box, (Zantac and Panadol), a bottle shop receipt, 2 band-aids, 2 lots of lactase enzyme capsules, 2 lipsticks, a lip gloss, a lip contour pen, a wallet.
I think I might just have contributed to another meme... I have a feeling Denis is not going to pick up this one.
Let's post a line about something far more serious. Richard Neville (late of the infamous Oz magazine) recently published a look-alike website imitating that of PM John Howard's. Only the contents were slightly different, among other things the PM was found sincerely apologizing for the invasion of Iraq. It took less than 36 hours for the site to be shut down. Nobody contacted Neville, there was no talk of lawsuits or court cases even. The site was simply shut down. It seems the Government does not appreciate parody, but I suspect we haven't heard it all yet.
Comments - Kommentit
Tyttäreni laukkujen esittelyyn olisi tarvittu kokonainen blogi. Jos on joku hienompi meno, lainaankin tyttäreni ja miniäni hienoja laukkuja.
Posted by: Blogisiskoy | March 22, 2006 06:45 PM
Jäämme odottelemaan veskablogia!
Posted by: Anni | March 22, 2006 07:11 PM
Hi Anni.
You appear to have been "possessed" by an evil spirit, (Hilda) but she is obviously one with a sense of humour.
However, I shall not emulate your "meme". The contents of my pockets, and even of my "man bag", are nowhere near as interesting as the list of things Hilda eats.
When you take her out in public, do you carry a notice saying "Beware of Hilda"?
Posted by: Denis | March 23, 2006 02:08 AM
No, but she does make her presence known. She does not like to go unnoticed.
Posted by: Anni | March 23, 2006 10:13 AM
How does Hilda feel about Schoenberg's orchestration of Bach chorale preludes? It was one of the first things that I really liked about Schoenald; perhaps it might encourage her to make less of a scene in public? Either that or you could read her his letters. Some of them are very funny.
Posted by: Angharad | March 24, 2006 02:59 PM
Also akin to Hilda and metallic objects, or washing machines and socks, are my desk drawers and rulers. When we moved house two and a half years ago, I found THIRTY-THREE full length rulers in various drawers, about twelve of which belonged to the department of education (whoops). This was in spite of the fact that when I needed a ruler, I could never ever find one. Strange but true.
It reminds me a bit of Veet Voojagig (?) from the Hitchhiker's Guide, who, after a night of drinking Pan-Galactic Gargleblasters with Zaphod Beeblebrox, became increasingly curious as to where all his biros had gone over the years. (His discovery is worth listening to, if you have the radio-plays handy).
Posted by: Angharad | March 24, 2006 03:05 PM
I don't know about Bach but she loves Leni Riefenstahl.
I know what you mean about the rulers. They are not tiny objects but they disguise themselves very well in desk drawers.
Posted by: Anni | March 24, 2006 06:24 PM
Hildalle hilpeät kassiterkut Pariisista ! Virkasiskot ikuistettiin tänään...
=)
Posted by: Maurelita | March 26, 2006 10:42 AM
Ahaa, pitänee pistäytyä Ranskanmaalla!
Posted by: Anni | March 26, 2006 12:19 PM
Great reading, keep up the great posts.
Peace, JiggaDigga
Posted by: JiggaDigga | April 7, 2006 04:05 PM