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IT'S OVER
HOLY FUCK SYDNEYSIDERS, HOW ARE YOU ALL NOT EXTINCT?! The moment I set foot on David's concrete floors a shot of pain went up my leg and my toes turned blue. That sort of coldness is not something that should exist in a coastal city ;_;
Aside from my nipples being hard enough to cut glass, the conference actually went quite well. There was only about fifty people, but the cosiness coupled with the fact that there were a lot of people who didn't know anyone else and were eager to make contacts meant that striking up a conversation was easy. There was a university lecturer who was dressed in a sleek business suit with her hair nicely preened. She spoke about punk, and reminisced about the years she spent fluffing her mohawk and preaching anarchy, and how hard it was to track down 18 hole Docs to fit women in the 70s. I chatted to her, and she spoke about how she had been to Vivienne Westwood's shop and felt so intimidated to be in the heart of the subculture. She was so sweet <3
The whole conference was designed for mingling, and was essentially one big lunch with panels sprinkled in-between. I spent a lot of time hanging out with a Sydney girl (one of the few people under 40) who had given a presentation on 4chan and how sites like LOLcats profit from it. (One of her slides featured the dickants post.) After she left I hung out with a girl from the Gold Coast and we bitched about how lacking in culture our towns were. It was pretty intimidating being around so many professionals, at least those who taught at universities and wrote for journals and such, but there was also a strong sense of being on the same playing field given that we had all qualified to speak at the conference.
So while I was heartbroken about not getting to visit Kinokuniya or, well, any of Sydney, I did manage to come out of my shell and mingle. Perhaps one of my favourite moments was running into someone at the airport who I'd seen at the conference. She lectures at RMIT and was wearing a mini top hat and bright pink Hello Kitty t-shirt, and her interest in dolls had led her to pictures of the Brisbane Lolitas. Apparently there was a picture of some girls at Southbank posted on some Japanese rori's blog o.o I'll have to ask her to send me the link for that one.
Oh, and as for our presentation... I made sure to speak lots and in depth about my areas of research so I came off educated and stuffs. As mentioned on FB, my head is still ringing with academic buzzwords. "This salad Sub subverts hegemonic representations and messages of healthy eating with its use of deep fried vegetables." *insert argument about masculine approaches to sandwiches*
Aside from my nipples being hard enough to cut glass, the conference actually went quite well. There was only about fifty people, but the cosiness coupled with the fact that there were a lot of people who didn't know anyone else and were eager to make contacts meant that striking up a conversation was easy. There was a university lecturer who was dressed in a sleek business suit with her hair nicely preened. She spoke about punk, and reminisced about the years she spent fluffing her mohawk and preaching anarchy, and how hard it was to track down 18 hole Docs to fit women in the 70s. I chatted to her, and she spoke about how she had been to Vivienne Westwood's shop and felt so intimidated to be in the heart of the subculture. She was so sweet <3
The whole conference was designed for mingling, and was essentially one big lunch with panels sprinkled in-between. I spent a lot of time hanging out with a Sydney girl (one of the few people under 40) who had given a presentation on 4chan and how sites like LOLcats profit from it. (One of her slides featured the dickants post.) After she left I hung out with a girl from the Gold Coast and we bitched about how lacking in culture our towns were. It was pretty intimidating being around so many professionals, at least those who taught at universities and wrote for journals and such, but there was also a strong sense of being on the same playing field given that we had all qualified to speak at the conference.
So while I was heartbroken about not getting to visit Kinokuniya or, well, any of Sydney, I did manage to come out of my shell and mingle. Perhaps one of my favourite moments was running into someone at the airport who I'd seen at the conference. She lectures at RMIT and was wearing a mini top hat and bright pink Hello Kitty t-shirt, and her interest in dolls had led her to pictures of the Brisbane Lolitas. Apparently there was a picture of some girls at Southbank posted on some Japanese rori's blog o.o I'll have to ask her to send me the link for that one.
Oh, and as for our presentation... I made sure to speak lots and in depth about my areas of research so I came off educated and stuffs. As mentioned on FB, my head is still ringing with academic buzzwords. "This salad Sub subverts hegemonic representations and messages of healthy eating with its use of deep fried vegetables." *insert argument about masculine approaches to sandwiches*
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Yeah, I'm really curious to see it because I know there haven't been that many SB meets. Maybe it was the one from your docco o.o
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Suits / subculture amuses me. I bumped into this businessman (ranga) at central; he rememebred me from last halloween on the train before the meet at your place! He said he was the guy wearing the gasmask with the girlfriend in the straightjacket. Didn't recognise him obviously.
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Good to see you had fun! I've been to Sydney in July, never, never again. If I'm gonna be that cold, there must be snow or some other fun cold thing to enjoy... igloos.