Book cover designer

 I have always wanted to design book covers. I did one for Patsy Crawford years ago that I was really happy with; but more did not follow. 

Fighting Redbubble

This is an open letter. That's a fancy way of saying I am cutting and pasting an email I just sent to Redbubble in a white-hot fury. Weeks ago they pulled about a dozen of my designs from sale. For each one they said

We’re sorry, but we had to remove some of your artwork from the Redbubble marketplace because it may contain material that violates someone’s rights. We identified this material in your artwork based on guidance provided to us by the owner of those rights.

I contested each of these removals, pointing out that this is original artwork, I do not use the names of AFL clubs or their logos, and I only use names and images of players with their permission. Today I finally got a response for each one. I've quoted the important bit in my response to their response.

Here's the open letter.

Dog poo story

Winston is a big dog. His poo is about the diameter of a 50c piece. Yesterday we were in the Cascade Gardens and he decided to crap on a slope.

A grass slope would usually be OK, but this was a paved slope, at a steep bend. As I waited for him to finish I realised the poo was heading past me down the path.

As I chased it, it broke in two, and started going in different directions. I picked one and caught it, and was just heading back for the second when something caught my eye.

What I’ll call Poo 2 was now heading down the path on a third trajectory. I caught Poo 1B, recalled Winston who was heading for a nice bog or slough, then at last collected Poo 2.

Once I had the lead back in my hand and the bagful we headed up the path towards the bin and exchanged hellos with a pleasant lady who had definitely seen the whole thing.

A big move

Three weeks ago I experienced the biggest change in Dadness since Michael was born. Marcus moved out with his long-term girlfriend Miranda [who readers may remember from 2006].

They are, as the crow flies, 310 metres away. Our friend Steve has given them his studio on a short lease, at a reasonable mate's rate.

Marcus is living over on the dark side of the valley. He misses Winston a lot.

They are getting by on Marcus' tutoring income and Miranda's government Jobkeeper payment, which covers her part-time job while her employer is closed for Covid 19.

They are managing pretty well. Marcus says he was very under-prepared to begin with, but has learnt a lot. He thinks they are ready now to move out long term.

We have all been missing each other but after three weeks we are now into a new routine over here. Cooking for 3, often cooking for 2. We see them from time to time, which is nice. Little by little I am getting used to a new state of Dadness.

Rabbit spray

After my run this morning I was coming back through the part of the park we call ‘Rabbit Alley’. As usual there were rabbits running across the path into their hidey-holes, and as often happens, one of them decided to just sit and wait for me to get closer. I don't know why they do this; rabbit psychology is a mystery to me.

I took my eye off him and when I looked up he was gone, but I was just in time to see the spray of droplets in the morning sun, which must have been from his heels kicking the frosty dew.

Quadrupeds

The kittens are nearly 6 months old now. Winston has fully accepted them and enjoys their company. He and Coco are particularly close. I suspect he trod on Ruby by mistake when she was small and she hasnt forgotten.

IDLES

This is the best new band I have heard in ages. I learn about new music mostly from this series on YouTube called the NPR Tiny Desk concerts. Always immaculately recorded.

IDLES are British sensitive new age punk. [They insist that they are not punk. They ARE punk like The Clash were punk.] They are blokes who love each other and are happy to show it. They speak about their feminism. They are pro-immigrant. Their lyrics are ingenious, full of punk imagery and life and great turns of phrase. 

Me, oh me, oh my, Roy / You look like a walking thyroid / You're not a man, you're a gland / You're one big neck with sausage hands / You are a Topshop tyrant / Even your haircut's violent / You look like you're from Love Island / You stood and the room went silent 

- Never Fight A Man With A Perm

They have fun on stage and love their audiences. They believe in expressive flouncy dancing. One of the things I found really impressive was their refusal to be "cool". At this concert at Glastonbury, the front man Joe Talbot has a little cry as they come out to play; he's dreamed of this and can't believe that he's really on stage at the festival he's been to before as a punter. I think that's really charming.

Oh, and the rhythm guitarist seems to mostly get around in his underpants.

Quiz victory to King Zog of Albania

Last year the boys and I went to a few quiz nights at the Duke of Wellington. We came 4th on our first try, and were pretty pleased with that for a small team. Then we came 4th again. Then when we came 4th again we thought ah, this is going to hard to be get past these established (and bigger) teams. On our last visit we struggled, so we left it for a while.

On Wednesday night we went back for our first quiz of the year. We were leading at the halfway mark, which was pretty exciting. We had all contributed some good answers, and of course now Marcus is 18 I was able to buy him a beer which is nice.

The Duke run a good quiz - it's very low stakes and I think that discourages cheating with phones. First prize is only $20 ($10 for second and $5 for third). Also they have a handicap system to try to give everyone a go. I think if you win, you start the next week on -2 points. One team started this quiz on -12!

So we brought it home well and finished in front! We ere all very pleased with ourselves and we'll be back next Wednesday. We might try to grow our team a little.

I have trouble remembering all kinds of things now but I was happy with my efforts; especially dragging out some names that were deeply buried. There was a Harry Potter film question, and the boys knew that the actor had been in All Creatures Great And Small, and then I was able to retrieve his name after intense mental effort (Christopher Timothy). So, good teamwork.

Our team name was King Zog of Albania but next time we are going to be King Kamehameha of Hawaii.

Blackberries

There's many different definitions of "a successful man". I would not normally describe myself that way.

I just finished work in the Hobart CBD, hopped on a bus, went two stops past my usual stop, and walked 3 minutes to this blackberry patch. It's quiet, the birds are chirping, a light breeze is blowing and the sun over the mountain is slanting through the poplars. About 20 minutes after leaving my desk I am picking blackberries for dessert in a sunlit paddock. 

I am fairly happy with that.

St John's Park

I dropped Marcus at indoor soccer before 7 last night (Sunday) and went for a walk around New Town, with a vague plan to wander through the nearby school oval and follow my nose. It ended up being the most interesting short stroll through an abandoned-seeming but fully-maintained government education/health/social welfare precinct. While that sounds dull, it is anything but. It's made up of buildings from just about every decade back to the 1830s. I am yet to research all this but there's information here.

I say it seemed abandoned but everything is maintained, lawns mowed etc. And there were cars parked all over the place, so there were people at work in the buildings although it was Sunday evening. There are actually three aged care facilities in the area, so that explains it I suppose – I heard music from one of them called Rosary Gardens. The zone had a Chernobyl feel; so quiet but no vandalism, no hoons driving through although it is wide open with two entrances from main roads. I didn't trespass or hop any fences (this time) to get these photos.

Anyway – I clearly know very little so I am going to just dump the photos here and caption them as I find out more.

I walked in via Ogilvie High School. There was a casual game of cricket happening on the oval. I have come across these before, just a crowd from the local Indian or Pakistani community (you'd love to think both) with their families picnicking around the boundary.

Ogilvie High School (1937) has a nice art deco vibe like a few state schools around Tasmania. The St John's Park precinct is up the hill behind it. This is the northeastern end of a very large parcel of state government land that runs NE-SW from  New Town Road nearly to Augusta Road.

These buildings are unoccupied at the moment it seems. But there are cars parked around; there are people inside around here somewhere even on Sunday evening. It's very interesting to me that there is NO graffiti or other vandalism visible here.

The Infants Orphan School, 1861. This is now one of the aged care homes. 

Gellibrand House (1939) was built as a home for World War I veterans. I'm not sure if it's in use now.

I love this corner with its split level roller doors.

I think this is the original 19th century Kitchen (I had guessed it was an incinerator).

I guess they fed wood into the stoves through these??

This joins the old kitchen building to the new (1959) 2-storey red brick kitchen.

I didn't photograph the front of the church and orphan schools because I have before. I've added an image below for context. This is behind the northern orphan school wing. I love the prefab steel stairs.

Two orphan school wings (boys and girls separated) were built from 1831 and 1833. The church in between them was completed in 1834. The white building here was the boy's school.

Nice carved lettering on the dedication stone of the new Kitchen block.

A genuine Musset hut.

Hydroelectric substation 

Above and below: Wingfield House (1939). It was built for kids with polio by the Tasmanian Society for Crippled Children. Like Gellibrand House I couldn't tell if it's still in use, but there’s certainly no kids here now.

Ethiopia and Eritrea

I have just been doing some reading about East African history, particularly Ethiopia and Eritrea. 

In our generation (I'm 51) Ethiopia is still mostly associated with the famine there in the 80s, which was the subject of the first mass-fund-raising celebrity concert, Live Aid. So we think of starving children and Bono.

Older generations might associate Ethiopia with Rastafarians. Haile Selassie (Emperor of Ethiopia 1930–1974) was considered a god by the Rastas. Before he was crowned, Selassie was known as Ras (Duke) Tafari.

A generation or two further back, people might remember the Italian invasion of the 1930s (Ethiopia was called Abyssinia then), when Mussolini wanted to distract people at home from domestic problems by providing them with an exciting overseas empire.

When I was a nerdy kid I would enjoy looking at old atlases with redundant countries. I didn't know about wars of independence or colonial exploitation etc, I just thought it was cool that Bechuanaland was now called Botswana and Tanzania was a merger of the former colonies Tanganyika and Zanzibar. The top of Africa on the old maps was all purple (French) while down the east coast was mostly pink (British) but going back before WW1 you could find maps where half of it was German (green). The two parts of Africa that were uncoloured with a colonial tint in old maps were Liberia and Ethiopia.

Liberia is an interesting story all its own - founded by 15,000 African-American freed slaves and slave descendants; independent since 1847.

But I had never asked myself, how did Ethiopia stay independent during that European colonial rush? The short answer is they had an extremely shrewd leader, and benefited from the rivalry of the British and French. Also Ethiopia had been a Christian state since the 4th century so it was quite exceptional that way. And finally they were fortunate that the European power that chose to invade in the 1890s was the weakest; Italy. 

Yes, the 1935 Italian invasion was the second Italo-Ethiopian war. The first was 1895-96. 

The British by then really ran Egypt. They built the Suez Canal in the 1860s, and now the Red Sea was suddenly very important. The Egyptians under Khedive Ismail the Magnificent had run Eritrea, the coastal region on the Red Sea north of landlocked Ethiopia. Ismail was in massive debt and to save money withdrew from Eritrea. The British removed him as Khedive and fully took over, but they also didn't want to pay for Eritrea; so they suggested the Italians invade.

France at this point ruled North Africa from west to east save for the north-east corner made up of Egypt, Sudan and Ethiopia. Britain needed to stop the French extending their hold to the Red Sea. Italy-France relations were at an all-time low so getting the Italians to step in seemed like a cheap and effective way for Britain to thwart France.

Ethiopia was ruled then by Emperor Yohannes IV. He was completely shafted by the British. One of his sub-kings was Menelik of Shewa. After Italy moved in to Eritrea, Menelik negotiated peace. The emperor died in battle with neighbouring Sudan, and Menelik succeeded as the next emperor, and started uniting/conquering the regions south of Shewa. He wisely incorporated leaders of the subjugated peoples into his government. His armed forces ran on feudal lines; so all the sub-kings that owed him tribute furnished troops. He was content for the Italians to have Eritrea; it had not been part of Ethiopia before anyway, and it kept them happy. 

Menelik II

General Oreste Baratieri

Turns out the peace treaty Menelik had concluded with the Italians had a clause in the Italian version that wasn't in the Amharic language version, which mentioned that Ethiopia was now subject to Italian foreign policy. Menelik heard about this when the Italians started skiting about their massive new empire; and responded by repudiating the treaty. He was a big fan of modern technology, particularly arms. The French were happy to load him up with guns, and extra help came from the Russians. Russia took an interest in Ethiopia due to their shared Orthodox Christian faith, and expressed this by giving them artillery weapons.

When Menelik tore up the treaty, the Italians tried to win him back with an offer of two million rounds of ammunition. He refused, so Italy invaded. On 1 March 1896 the two armies met at the Battle of Adwa. 

They [the Italians] had inadequate maps, old-model guns, poor communication equipment and inferior footgear for the rocky ground. (The newer Carcano Model 91 rifles were not issued because [General] Baratieri, under constraints to be economical, wanted to use up the old cartridges.) Morale was low as the veterans were homesick and the newcomers were too inexperienced to have any esprit de corps. There was a shortage of mules and saddles… [Prouty, Chris (1986). Empress Taytu and Menilek II. ]

The short story is the Italians were defeated. Menelik could have moved in to take over Eritrea at this point but wisely demanded only that the correct terms of the treaty be reinstated, with the Italians still in charge there and independence guaranteed for Ethiopia. Italian prisoners of war were treated with courtesy and respect, but kept captive until a new treaty was signed.

Initially the Italian peace emissary demanded while Ethiopia would not be an Italian protectorate it was forbidden for any other power to become a 'protector' either. Menelik was outraged at this plan to tie his hands, and said he would hold the emissary hostage until Italy stopped messing about. Eventually the Italians agreed to full independence and a payment of 10 million lira for feeding their captured troops, while Ethiopia returned the prisoners unharmed and, incredibly, let Italy keep not just Eritrea but also the northern province of Tigray that they had overrun early in the war.

Italian Eritrea developed along similar lines to other European colonies until 1941, when the British defeated Italy at the Battle of Keren and expelled them.

The Italians left some beautiful buildings behind in their colonies in Africa;
but my personal rule is if you are going to look at pictures of their architecture
you have to also look at them making African kids perform fascist salutes.

Eritrea remained under British administration until 1950 - they were planning to split it in two and give part to Egypt and part to Ethiopia.

However Emperor Haile Selassie, unlike his predecessor Menelik II, wanted Eritrea. The new United Nations got involved and largely through American urging, Selassie got what he wanted, at first as a federation. Then in 1962 he annexed Eritrea. A thirty-year war of independence followed. In a familiar African pattern; the freedom-fighters won, independence was declared in 1993, the freedom fighters became the government and declared a one-party state. No elections have ever taken place in independent Eritrea.

Despite Menelik II's reasonable peace treaty, the shame of defeat weighed heavily back home in Italy. Talk of vengeance was a popular rallying point for decades before Mussolini's Fascists decided to again attack Ethiopia in 1934.

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The national language of Ethiopia (actually one among many spoken) is Amharic, and it is written with the ancient Ge'ez script. In closing, here are some examples I have collected from the internet.