I've kept this blog, on and off, since 2006. In 2015 I used it to chart daily encounters, images, thoughts and feelings about volcanic basalt/bluestone in Melbourne and Victoria, especially in the first part of the year. I plan to write a book provisionally titled Bluestone: An Emotional History, about human uses of and feelings for bluestone. But I am also working on quite a few other projects and a big grant application, especially now I am on research leave. I'm working mostly from home, then, for six months, and will need online sociability for company!

Friday, October 26, 2007


Last night I went to the launch of Traffic, vol. 9. This is the interdisciplinary postgraduate journal at Melbourne, and I had been asked to be one of the judges of their essay prize. The journal's theme this year is Serendipity, and the prize went to Daniel Whyte, for "The Flipside of Serendipity: Human Genetics Rediscovers Race", but all the short-listed essays were excellent.

The volume was launched by Dr Andi Horvath, who gave as her example of serendipitous research the inventer of velcro, who was out hiking in a season and place where those little burrs were getting stuck to his socks. He took them home and examined them under the microscope and realised they had little loops that hooked on to his socks. Thus velcro — velvet crochet, apparently — was born. Andi asked us to find the velcro closest to us, on shoes, wallets, clothes, and "launch" the journal with a velcro orchestra making the "hooray" after she said "hip hip." Very cute indeed.

Judging the prize was difficult, because the essays ranged across so many fields; but all were encouraged to write for an audience beyond their specialisation, and so I learned heaps about genetics, race, biochemistry, publishing, and politics. My very dear student Philip had won this prize a few years ago for his essay on the Summoner and Pardoner, so I was very pleased to take on this job.

Andi also offered an additional challenge to all the contributors, to go one step further and produce a version of their essay for some other venue beyond the context of the university, for the tennis club newsletter, was her suggestion. Not easy to do, but increasingly important for academic research to be able to explain itself in broader contexts.

I have just come off air myself, I'm pleased to say, giving an interview to South East Radio about my essay on pink ribbon day. I'm sure I gabbed and garbled, but I did at least try to give an account of my work in the introduction.

And now, on to write a job reference, find some references for a first-year subject reader for next year, and finish writing up two papers for publication by next Wednesday. I've just spent a messy two hours scooping up three inches of water from the cellar and carrying the buckets up the stairs. There is a pump, but since our water tanks are in, but not properly connected yet, it means there is this temporary problem. I don't even like being in the cellar, let along carrying buckets of water up the ladder.


Pavlov's Cat said...

Synchronicity indeed -- the closest velcro to me is the packet of it I bought three hours ago as part of a package of materials to try to make for my dear friend R, whose lower leg is in a cast in the wake of radical ankle surgery, a sort of bootee thingy that will stop her exposed toes from freezing in the combination of Adelaide Hills evening chill with the limited circulation to the toes that a cast on your leg tends to cause. The cast goes up to mid-shin and down past her instep, and no existing sock, it seems, is big enough to fit over it. So I am envisaging a sort of bag (think those gauze gift bags with tie tops) for the entire foot, held together over the cast by an adjustable, firmly fastened velcro attachment.

She has asked for something warm yet festive, so I have bought half a metre of polar fleece in fire-engine red. But for the moment, having decided I just don't like that actor currently playing Rebus, it's back to one of my tasks, which is almost certainly the same as one of yours. My blogging paper is well-nigh unrecognisable already, and I'm only on page 3.

Pavlov's Cat said...

Sorry, that looks half-witted. By 'Synchronicity indeed' I meant 'Not only serendipity, but also ...'

But I wrote it badly, because I am v v tired.