White Cushion Rabbit

Not quite a white rabbit, more like a mottled taupe lapin, but close enough for a printed cushion to carry an incantation. This outrageously dressed binocular rabbit in shades invited himself in, and has made himself at home, fortunately doesn’t eat much, sleeps on the sofa, offering services such as chair of the Christmas Decorations Committee until…  TBD. I suggested he go over to MONA in Hobart to design avant-garde installations, but he said he is currently a bit busy preparing to launch a YouTube channel as an influencer peddling a line of Rabbitwear and needs a place to stay.

Mad Max Paddock Garage

Inheriting a car…

Fred: It was the old man’s. He was 99 and still driving until a month before he died.
Max: Well, some panels are a bit squew-whiff, but I’ve seen worse. At least it’s all still attached.
Fred: I’m not fussy. Just want the panels pulled straight, hammer out the worst of the crumples, and splash on some paint.
Max: Fair enough. If I sort out that structural ding on the undersill it should pass a warrant. You want factory paint or close enough that it looks the same in dim lighting?
Fred: Second option.
Max: Ha! All right. I’ll blend it as best I can.
Fred: Uh huh. How long do you reckon this’ll take?
Max: Maybe three days. There’s that Hilux ahead of you.
Fred: OK. And the damage to my wallet?
Max: Call it $550 for the panel beating and another $150 for paint and finishing. Eight all up. Cash.
Fred: Righto. That’s cheaper than counselling to deal with losing the car entirely.
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Voice-over
Paddock mechanics generate stories of rural sheds, field workshops, and DIY mechanical wizardry in folklore, books, and oral history downunder. A few days after I picked it up, I gave it a service and have been using for the past five years. Who needs a new one when it’ll be dinged up in the supermarket parking lot?

The Grasshopper with Ballerina Aspirations

Reviewing plans…

Zaha: I’ve decided. I’m going to stay another year in ballerina training. 

Felicity: How admirable, darling. And might a job search be on the cards?

Zaha: Well, Elon Musk says AI and robots will soon do all the work—white collar, blue collar, maybe even tutu collar. Governments will provide income just so we humans can twirl about and still buy coffee.

Felicity: Very futuristic, Zaha. But until the robots start delivering your lattes, it’s still me footing the bill.

Zaha: You make it sound like charity. Think of it instead as patronage. Michelangelo had his Pope; I have you.

Felicity: But tell me, are you “her” now? Or am I still sponsoring a “him” with delusions of dance?

Zaha: Gender, my dear, is an evolving choreography. I’m a fluid composition. And you said you enjoy it. You like having me as a pet that occasionally quotes Aesop.

Felicity: If you’re comparing yourself to the grasshopper, I suppose that makes me the ant—working diligently while you serenade the summer.

Zaha: Exactly! And now that the AI winter is coming, you’ll need my songs and dances to keep your soul warm.

Felicity: Or perhaps I’ll just program a robot grasshopper. Cheaper and less likely to borrow my scarves.

Zaha: Robots lack flair. I bring humanity, nuance, and a certain tragic grace. You can’t 3D-print that.

Felicity: And when your Muskian utopia arrives, will the government also reimburse me for creative babysitting?

Zaha: Society will reward nurturers. You’ll be a heroine of cultural metamorphosis: the Ant Queen.

Voice-over
We might hope that Zaha opens a dance studio and teaches workshops, students pay tuition and Felicity has an easier task caring for, and controlling, her grasshopper.

Zines for Assessment

On Outwitting AI…

Kay: Need to minimize students’ reliance on AI in the media course.
Geoff: You might want to try zines.
Kay: Heard of them, would they help?
Geoff: As you know, they’re DIY, small-scale publications—usually handmade, often visually expressive. Tactile and personal, helps create a voice instead of generic AI output.
Kay: How would I frame them as an assessment device?
Geoff: Have students create a semester-long zine documenting their evolving perspective on the future of media—notes, sketches, experiments, even failed ideas.
Kay: AI could still generate some content, right?
Geoff: Possibly, but you can design prompts that are difficult for AI to answer meaningfully—like asking them to include autobiographical media experiences or classroom observations.
Kay: Right. Something like “Describe a media technology that changed the way your family communicates.” AI can’t fabricate their lived experience convincingly.
Geoff: Exactly. And you can require handwritten elements, collage work, or annotations on physical artifacts—ticket stubs, screenshots, receipts, doodles. Physically giving a break from screens, which is ironically relevant in a course on media futures.
Kay: We could have checkpoints—maybe mid-semester mini-zine submissions.
Geoff: And at the end, they turn in the final zine but keep a copy—either by scanning, photographing, or printing a second run. That way it becomes part of their own creative archive. Another idea: ask them to incorporate a prediction about future media that they track and revise over the semester.
Kay: A “living hypothesis” section! They could show erasures, edits, footnotes—almost like visible thinking.
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Voice-over
Visible thinking is key. AI can generate text, but it can’t reproduce the messy evolution of human insight.

Smallest Air BnB in Tassie

Emerging from Richmond Gaol…
Geoff: Well—I'm a free man again!
Hector: Not so fast, mate. Nobody leaves Richmond Gaol without serving time at the gift shop.
Geoff: Ha! Thought I’d done my time in there. You mean I’ve got to pay for my freedom?
Hector: That’s the system, friend. Ticket in, trinket out. It’s a strict parole policy here.
Geoff: Got any caps? In green?
Hector: Green? You’re in luck. Tasmanian gumleaf.
Geoff: Hm. Nice fit. But I’d feel like I was marked. Or out on parole.
Hector: Wear it with pride. Everyone leaves here with something—souvenir, trauma, or both.
Geoff: Speaking of trauma, that solitary confinement cell… that’s grim.
Hector: Smallest Airbnb in Tasmania. No windows, no Wi-Fi.

Small Air BnB

Geoff: I stood in there for thirty seconds and felt my sanity slipping.
Hector: Some say they can hear ghosts.
Geoff: And the flogging room—those iron hooks on the beam… Gives you chills.
Hector: Ah, the “exercise room.” 
Geoff: How do you put up with it?
Hector: I’m two years into my sentence here. First six months I jumped every time a door slammed.
Geoff: Two years, eh? What did you do to get posted here?
Hector: Poor career planning. Didn’t read the fine print on “Heritage Interpretation Officer.”
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Voice-over
Geoff got off lightly with a green prison cap, remarking he was lucky he wasn’t an inmate back in the 1830s. 

Go-around

Cockpit communication
First Officer: Problem in the cabin. Flight attendant just collapsed. Tom is doing initial assessment: checking airway, respiration, and circulation.
Captain: Understood. Ask him how long until the cabin is secured for landing.
First Officer: Twenty minutes to address medical emergency and secure the cabin. Meal trays are still out but not yet collected.
Captain: Twenty minutes? We're only fifteen from touchdown. 
First Officer: Maybe declare a medical emergency with ATC. We won't have time to land safely with the cabin unsecured.
Captain: We'll initiate a go-around. This should give the crew the extra time needed to stabilize the situation and secure the cabin properly. Wheels up.
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Voice-over
So we did go round again. The passengers had to wolf down their curries before trays were hastily collected. And on landing the flight attendant was taken off first.

White Orange Rabbit

Time for the WHITE RABBIT, WHITE RABBIT, WHITE RABBIT incantation. For white read Orange as we broomstick out of an ochre October into an amber November.

Halloween has been unavoidable manywheres recently, but I was surprised the other day by the special orange menu outside an INDIAN restaurant, Roti Boti. Curries, nans, rices – all orange. Lashings of turmeric and plenty of pumpkin evidently. The proprietor had given the rabbits a Halloween gig conditional on showing up in orange fur. Takings were apparently up, but there is uncertainty if it was the color of the curries, or the color of the rabbit chefs.
Almost tempted to upgrade to an orange phone.

Charlie and Mamachari

Borrowing a bicycle…
Charlie: I need to pop down to the shops.
Hiroshi: うん、いいよ。うちの二台目の自転車、使っていいよ。Use my Mama-chari.
Charlie: A what? Sorry—did you say mama Charlie? My name?
Hiroshi: ちがうよ！ママチャリ。Mama-chari. Not your name! Means “mother’s bike”.
Charlie: Oh, like a shopping bike? Does it have gears?
Hiroshi: 三段だけ。でも坂道はちょっときついよ。Have basket and gears three.
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Voice-over
A totally practical Japanese bicycle… ママfor mother, チャリ short for charinko, link to “chariot” undetermined.

The Ballerina also READS

Coping with a feisty research assistant…

Antonio: I need a summary of Mali’s history by close of play today.
Olivia: I have a ballet class this afternoon.
Antonio: OK. Midday?
Olivia: I’ll try. Need new reading glasses, you know.
Antonio: Get me all you can about Mansa Musa. If it’s good, I’ll foot the bill for new reading glasses.
Olivia: And new ballet shoes?
Antonio: Give an inch, they take a mile.
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Voice-over
Ad for a position considered: “Rigorous reading assistant needed.” Not mentioned: “No drama queens or ballerinas.” But what fun is scholarship without a bit of riposte?

Carnivore vs Vegan

Down the road from the farmers market...

Helen: Nice boots. Did the cow die of natural causes?
Grace: I’m sure it did. Vintage, thank you very much. Reduce, reuse, re-wear.
Helen: Touché. But at least my wardrobe doesn’t scream “I gave up meat but kept the wardrobe of a Bond villain.”
Grace: And yours doesn’t scream, “peace, love, and pulled pork”?
Helen: I am at peace—with my food chain. Circle of life. Hakuna Matata.
Grace: Circle of hypocrisy. Hugging trees, wearing plants, then biting into a burger like it owes you money.
Helen: Pu-lease. You drive a gas-guzzler and preach emissions. Your oat milk alone could drain a lake.
Grace: Okay, water wars aside, let’s talk ethics. A cotton-wearing bacon-eating yogi?
Helen: And you’re a leather-bound contradiction. Kale crusader in cowhide.
Grace: You know, we could both just admit we’re doing our best and leave it at that.
Helen: But where’s the fun in that? Brunch on Saturday?
Grace: Only if there’s a vegan option.
Helen: Jonathan’s does a side dish of salad.
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Voice-over
For these two, each always tries to have the last word. Jousting carries judgement. And as Grace, feisty for a vegan, says, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Travels with a Cactus

Staying with a friend…

Sylvia: You travel with a cactus?
Antonia: That’s Rolenzo. I’m writing a book. Working title: Travels with My Cactus.
Sylvia: Graham Greene?
Antonia: But Rolenzo doesn’t chatter so much as an auntie. Very supportive. Just sits and listens.
Sylvia: I see he has a red streak.
Antonia: Everyone needs a bit of red in their life.
Sylvia: That pencil case? Be strong as cactus. And it’s green. You’re obsessed. Everything you own is green. Your bag, your water bottle, even your socks.
Antonia: Green is soothing. Like moss. Or tea leaves.
Sylvia: Does Rolenzo get a dedication?
Antonia: Of course. Page one.
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Voice-over
Antonia goes on to explain why Rolenzo is a perfect travel companion. Doesn’t need to be taken on walks or go sightseeing. “I am enough of a sight,” Antonia heard him whisper once.  Just a stoic little traveller who absorbs sunlight and doesn’t complain.

Offer of designing a hotel

1885 Job interview…
Lady Burdett-Coutts: I heard you picked up a building and moved it.
CT: Ah, yes. Chicago. It had its difficulties, being brick. Some fell off. But we did it. Big crane. Leverage. Steam. Lifted it up, turned it around and plonked it down on the piles prepared on the other side of the street.
LBC: My advisors were impressed. So they suggested you design a hotel for Southend on Sea. In brick. It would not need lifting.
CT: I have a year ahead of me.
LBC: You are not staying in England?
CT. It remains to be seen. There are opportunities in the Antipodes I hear.
LBC: Ah, you’ve been reading Samuel Butler?
CT: Actually the New Zealand Company prospectuses.
LBC: Well, we’d better press you into service before you leave us again.
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Voice-over
Who knows what other buildings CT would have designed in England? But he migrated to other shores, other stories. But before setting sail, he left this one which stood for eighty years.

Westward Ho

White Mooncake Rabbit

It’s mooncake time when the Jade Rabbit in the moon pounds the elixir of immortality (I’m a bit keen on that). Full of ingredients like lotus seed paste, red beans, seeds, nuts, salted egg yolk. So DON’T eat three mooncakes at one sitting. Not even ONE. (They DO carry health warnings). A quadrant with a cup of tea. With friends. Oh, and incant “WHITE RABBIT” THREE TIMES first thing on 1st October (even in a scientific world, I still give a nod to my grandmother’s superstitions - just in case).

A Dream of Red Mansions

At the theater…

Harold: Are you, by any chance Professor White?

Professor White: I am.

Harold: I’m Harold, I took your Chinese Literature course in Melbourne.

Professor White: But that was, 1972? Fifty years ago?

Harold: You wrote me reference. It got me a job.

Professor White: Happy it worked. Are you in academia?

Harold: Not as illustriously as you. You’ve published more than a hundred books and papers.

Professor White: Well. It’s a niche subject. Not many Westerners care to persevere.

Harold: I remember you took us through Hong Lou Meng. 

Professor White: Ah, so that’s why you’re here.

Harold: I couldn’t pass on a ballet performance of it 50 years later. And to bump into my Chinese professor at the same performance. An incredible coincidence. Here of all places!

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Voice-over

Glorious production. Never thought when I was wrestling with Chinese Lit in 1972, that the story of Baoyu playing around as his family disintegrates, that I could chance on a ballet performance of it 50 years later. AND meet my Chinese professor there. It’s worth staying alive for the surprises history springs.

1847: Francis Rejoins the Family Firm

Bernard urges a thoughtful Francis…
Francis: Feels oddly familiar yet foreign. London’s hustle has its own rhythm.
Bernard: It’s in your blood. Insurance, tallying—that kind of hands-on experience is valued. Though I have to ask—what’s this tale about advising Turkish Navy captains? it sounds more like an exotic adventure than my day-to-day work.
Francis: Ah, yes. Well, there was a lot of intrigue around Trieste. But the real story is less glamorous. Mostly figuring out their cargo losses and insurance claims while learning  local languages.
Bernard: Well, even so, you’ve got the experience. The business could benefit immensely. And we’ve got our father’s legacy to consider.
Francis: Speaking of father… his passing was such a blow. Tragic circumstances. Sorry I was so far away, India… Are you sure about this? Do you really think I should join you? After all, you’ve been running it here all along.
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Voice-over
Bernard persuades Francis to join the family firm, to complement Bernard’s London presence with the international experience of Francis. And who would have thought that their firm would still have brothers working in shipping insurance more than a hundred years later.