The Pop-Up

We’ve all heard of the whimsical pop-up store, the concept has been around for years now. From pop-up stores and bars to restaurants, the realm of this fleeting experience has always been peppered liberally with creativity.

I’m particularly fascinated with some of the more established version of this genre – can we call it a genre now? Pop-up shopping centres and hotels seem to be where we’re headed. Personally, I really want to stay at the Lost & Found hotel in Melbs. Anything the Right Angle Studio touches seems to result in instant inspiration (today’s gold). And the notion is so very generous – come and stay for free and revel in the creativity our city has to offer.

Yes please.

I know a lot of people who are extremely tired and sceptical of the pop-up. I guess it’s a blatant attention seeker. I think I like it because it’s so experimental. It’s like a casual dater who isn’t locked into anything- they’re often open to try a host of different things to see what works. And in cities where we practically bolt from any form of commitment, the pop-up seems to work.

What if…

I’ve recently been fascinated by the notion of technology as an extension of our minds. This idea first came to light when I changed mobile phones. I didn’t know anyone’s phone number, with the exception of my clients (shame) and my sister (practically the same person, doesn’t count).

I then realised I don’t know anyone’s email address. My computer anticipates these. I don’t need a grocery list as I do a lot of shopping online. And then while doing homework with Wolf I instantly reached for my calculator when it came time for maths… What? I work in PR; we don’t really do numbers unless we’re working with a survey.

And this doesn’t even take into count how social media has impacted things…

Our phones, calculators and computers are taking the place of our memory, maintaining our contacts and ability to spell. Blog are for thoughts and ideas. Facebook holds our pictures and many of our social relationships, and Twitter is a general account of our days.

It’s a little Big Brother of me, but I wonder what would happen if someone out there started to monitor all of this and sort of group everyone’s emotions and experiences into one big collective mind.

The Storm is Really in the Wine Glass

Forget discussions about refugees, carbon tax and paid maternity leave, the real controversy in Australian society these days comes from the person who chooses not to drink, especially if you work in any kind of corporate or creative environment.

I must admit I was quite a drinker in my younger years. I blamed my Scottish heritage, which practically demands a tipple every now and yes please. But I think my Asian genes have slowly taken over and I subsequently cannot drink like I used to. I get drunk quickly. I go red. My body passes out or I get violently ill, which is no fun at all, not to mention how punishing hangovers have become.

At first I found it awfully disheartening. If you order a glass of lemonade at the pub, people instantly assume you’re the designated driver, sick or raising money for charity. It could never be a matter of choice.

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