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Preoccupations @ Petit Bain, Paris

Yesterday I woke to the mildly interesting news that Indian pace bowler Mohammed Siraj struck an Australian batter, David Warner, on the helmet during a test match in Delhi. Under the game’s like-for-like concussion laws, another left-handed batter, Matt Renshaw, replaced Warner in the team.

As followers of Australian cricket know, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. A few years ago, star batter and disgraced Test captain Steve Smith copped a blow to the head, too, during a test match against England, bringing Marnus Labuschagne into the team.

These two personnel changes had more or less dramatic effects: Labuschange has since gone on to become one of Australia’s most successful batters; while Warner’s absence from the team playing India in Delhi allowed Travis Head, the so-called Bogan Bradman, to open the batting with a modicum of success.

Today I woke up to the no-less-interesting but slightly depressing news that the Australian team had, despite yesterday’s final-session heroics by Travis Head and Marnus Labuschagne, capitulated and lost the test match against India, with two days still left to play.

Cool story, right?

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Koji WordPress theme

For the latest in my series of WordPress theme posts, I’ve installed the Koji WordPress theme by Anders Norén.

While Koji is hardly a new theme (it first came out four years ago), I’m trying it out because I like its minimalism, and its focus on posts and images.

I guess this reflects my current wish to use this site as a blog as well as a portfolio.

Let’s see how long this all lasts, although given that my trial of Eksell (also by Anders Norén) lasted for almost two years, hopefully I won’t be troubling the blogosphere with another premature update for some time to come.

Victor Garber blooper reel

victor, tho i never really associated you with the blooper  
aesthetic, i happened to be cruising youtube recently &

i saw that someone had put together this compilation of 
bloopers from the television series alias (or, to be more 

specific, alias bloopers featuring you. there is a blooper  
protocol, as you know, & it involves hashing your lines

(preferably more than once (plus, ideally, a lot of laughs
from the actors as well as the crew. in your case, victor,

the bloopers were what we refer to in the industry as ‘on
point’, meaning they fulfilled the criteria outlined above. 

you see, i’ve watched many blooper reels, mostly on video
tape (or late-night television specials devoted to specific 

programmes or actors. after a while, they tend to become 
repetitive, don’t they? no doubt, given your experience as a 

stage actor, you have your own views about blooper reels. 
i note a strong perfectionist streak in your onscreen manner

& can’t imagine you’d ever be thrilled to have fluffed a line
but when I see you & sydney (alias jennifer garner aka babe

blowing minutes of valuable recording time, the thought of it
fills me with a simple, homespun joy. as one commenter noted:

‘oohh seeing him makes me forget everything!! great actor & 
a great singer as well. hes soo hott!! i love you victor!! hehe.’

need i go on? perhaps. perhaps i should draw attention (as if
it were needed, to your magnificent pursed lips, from which

no lie or swear word has ever had a chance to issue. ‘soo hot’,
indeed! (‘i love him too! wish i had a boyfriend like him XD 

sorry, i had to write this! :D’ (‘who cares if he’s gay?’ & i can’t 
believe i wrote that (‘literally devastated’ (i.e. sydney’s gay dad. 

but back to your pursed lips, victor. how the heck could you 
let the bloopers sneak out like that? whenever I rewatch that 

blooper reel (which i’ve added to my ‘favourites’ & ‘watch 
later’ lists) i begin to doubt your professionalism as an actor. 

that sounds harsh, no doubt, but your job (victor, is to keep 
those lips of yours shut tight as a purse, so that no phrase or 

object passes in or out (apart from food & drink, of course,
although that must needs happen off camera, in your trailer 

or else the on-set canteen (did you ever go there, victor, join
the gaffers, grips and gophers at the bain marie, crack gags as

the catering staff wiped down tables? (somehow even the idea 
of it sounds far-fetched. you’d be too busy being mesmerised 

by jennifer’s bubbly antics, or else chatting with the director 
in the hopes of slipping in one more tight-lipped rendition of 

your daughter’s name during a tense ops-room scene (but then
they’re all tense when you’re on-camera, victor, which makes 

your blooper reel even more alarming (as if to suggest there is 
in fact no real father on which jack bristow’s character is based 

as if sydney was born an orphan (that this greying canadian with 
a background in musicals was not really her uptight but lovable 

dad (that her cute glee at his occasional forgotten line could be 
taken from, used against her (in some other show where there 

are no blooper reels, only trailers for upcoming seasons. up next:
victor refuses to deny an alias reunion. comments disabled.  

Hej då, Sverige

As always, the end comes sooner than you think. Today is our last day in Sweden. After 11 years living here, it’s a bittersweet feeling.

I have to admit shedding more than one tear at A.’s school send off yesterday, at which she received an award in the ‘Best Friend’ category (so richly deserved).

Maybe it was the plaintive, slightly out-of-tune rendition of some First Aid Kit song or other by the school choir, or the genuine jubilation that greeted every ‘Best Friend of the Year’ winner (there were many) but I guess that’s when it hit me: we’re leaving.

So many opportunities chased, some never caught and others delusional, but we also have a tremendous opportunity now to reshape our lives, for the time being at least, in Paris.

At a time when so many people close by have been forced to leave their homes with no final destination in view, we are privileged to be able to decide the when and the where and the how.

As for the why, K. and I both woke up this morning wondering, ‘What the f’#& are we doing?’ but I suspect the answer may well be in the doing itself. If not, there will always be a Plan B to formulate.

Meanwhile, in the bedlam of the final weeks, days and hours, there has been no time to say goodbye to the many people who have shared a part of their lives with us here and I am sorry about that but then again, if you don’t say goodbye, perhaps you never really leave after all.

Hej då, Sverige.

Vi ses snart igen.

Things I will miss when I leave Sweden

1. Swedish children’s television.

I was lucky. I grew up with top-notch 1980s Oz content and characters like Spider McGlurk and all of his pals on Secret Valley, Simon Townsend’s Wonder World and, my personal favourite, the barmy cast of Wombat.

So, it’s been a real pleasure to experience the myriad joys of SVT (or, more specifically, SVT Barn) over the past 11 years, and I will miss it so.

There’s classics like Pippi Långstrump, Bamse (Världens starkaste björn) and Alfons Åberg.

Then there’s the choice modern-day offerings such as Melodifestivalen, Värsta bästa barnvakterna, En hederlig jul med Knyckertz and Sommarskuggan.

A-and who could forget the stone-cold deep cut that is Skaka loss med Daidalos and his slimy universe (oh, and Bilakuten).

SVT Barn really speaks my language.

By which I mean my Swedish is still so elementary that children’s television is pretty much the only Swedish media I can understand.

But then again, when it comes to slime, words can only say so much.

Hej då, SVT Barn.