Waiting For An Indian – 17 January 1997
January 1997, St Kilda, Melbourne.
Always needing to be occupied, I took this strip of photos whilst waiting for an Indian take-away meal from Amber, which, in my ever-so-humble opinion, was the best Indian restaurant in Melbourne at the time. My new business was thriving, but my health was beginning to deteriorate. Headaches, lethargy, poor sleep and muscle pain were beginning to make my life more difficult than it should have been. Looking back, I think this was the start of my battle with ME/CFS.
This was made in a two dollar booth at Luna Park on the 17th of January 1997. Such a silly face, that day!
Photobooth Journal 
Well I’d say you got your $2 worth, and then some. I like the first picture best, and I love Indian food.
If I had a magic wand…
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Well, if I had a magic wand, I’d definitely be leaping into many of your pics to have a snoop around. Then I’d be turning around to find you, Pumpkin and Judy ready to go for a long walk. Then we’d find the Indian restaurant of our dreams. Hmmm, hmmm, yum. Vindaloo and a lagar with a garlic naan for Pumpkin. (Garlic is very good for pooches, I’ve been told. Snowy loves it. So is chilli, I believe. Maybe she could have some vindaloo, too – lamb or beef?)
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LOL. We have tried to keep Pumpkin away from human food, but we will make an exception here. That all sounds really delicious and like a lot of fun. Oh wait……yes Pumpkin…..ok, Pumpkin says lamb might be nice.
Let me know which picture you are leaping into and I’ll try to arrange something nice for you. Cerviche, Corona with lime wedge, tall margarita with extra shot of gold.
With my magic wand first i take away your ME/CFS, then I make sure no kid is ever hungry or afraid again, then I get through to every religion in the world and let them see that WE ARE ALL ONE, dammit!
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Your magic wand sounds brilliant! My feelings about religion are very similar to yours, but don’t get me started!
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I won’t. I have to try not to get started myself, or I go on a rant.
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Me too!
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I defy you to not look pretty in any photo, with any expression. You were made for the photobooth!
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Hello, Ruby! I have been thinking about you a lot the last week or two. I am generally so knackered after doing basic things that I don’t reach out much. Apart from the blog which keeps me sane. How did you find it? How are your babies and curly topped lover? I have a couple of photobooth images of him that are most amusing. I should ask him if he minds me using them! It is a shame we never got into a booth together in the deepest darkest past but there is still time! xxxx K
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You have the natural knack of the gaze – the camera finds you with ease and you express a range of emotions.
As a Canadian living in mid-northernly Ontario 😀 , waiting for an Indian has a different connotation. First Nation culture has a beautiful sense/flow, you can hear it in there speech patterns – measured and thoughtful. To modern busy “white” urban clock culture it seems behind or late. It is a matter of priorities and perception of the world. Modern busy world loses much in its pace to get it done.
I assume you are up to date on latest ME/CFS – recently came across this article, in case you missed it. 🙂
https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2016/06/160627160939.htm
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Thanks Joseph. Yes, waiting for an Indian has a very different meaning where you live! It is interesting that you can still notice different speech patterns between the Native American cultures and contemporary North American speech.
I have not seen this article. Thanks for the link!
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Those that still have use of their own language have a different accent.
The Canadian government has a long history of undermining First Nations people and their culture. There is much damage to be made right.
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I have a friend in Toronto who is a historian. We went to a museum in Montreal that did a theatrical presentation of a potted history of European settlement. My friend laughed derisively throughout and was quite angry at the misrepresentation of the reality and harm inflicted on the native inhabitants. We have the same dreadful history here. Many will not acknowledge the crimes that were committed or the systemic disadvantage our first people’s live with. We have a long way to go to being an equitable society.
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