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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
Now THERE's a YouTube clip of you I'd like to see.
ReplyDelete...especially if it's done in your clogs
'just interpretive dance'
ReplyDeleteIs that a bad thing Franz?
Squib, if the word 'modern' was put in front of 'interpretative dance' it is indeed a terrifying thing.
ReplyDeleteKath -
ReplyDeleteWho says there's not one already out there?
Squib - It is if the writer's intention is to have their characters perform actions which further the plot.
"Jason swam across the dark lake until he reached the empty hire boat"
has a lot more meaning and interest than
"Jason windmilled his arms and kicked his feet, became tired and flapped his arms and legs slowly, then finally he clambered in a wobbly, exhausted manner and had difficulty maintaining his balance."
I'd love to start writing interpretive dance for my writings...I saw enough at uni to know who it goes (although my own dancing is very Bez).
ReplyDeleteMiles - Please spare us!
ReplyDeleteToday's sentence was actually copied from my latest book review. That'll show those teenage authors ...
This really needs to be done now. I'd heard of someone who wrote a novel without using the letter 'e' - but this would be way more awesome. Re-write a classic.
ReplyDeleteMaddy - I don't know, dude. I reckon it would totally suck.
ReplyDeleteit would probably win the turner prize
ReplyDeleteNow I see where you're heading.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like it!
Imagine trying to do a reading of the bloody thing though ...
I had a short story published in a collection called 'Cracker!' by Wakefield Press in which Christopher Lappas wrote a short story that ran to about two pages that was just one sentence. It was called (unsurprisingly) The Sentence.
Generation Y's 'On the Road' but without the Road.
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