Daily Rumination No. 6: Instant Gratification

Australians (on the east coast, at least) generally pride themselves as simultaneously being super-cazj mass consumers and fine connoisseurs of Italian espresso. People here look upon Americans, for example, and spit upon their coffee taste (or lack thereof, for that matter).

When I worked in Sydney, I saw this caffeine-fuelled madness every morning, as corporate workaholics power-walked down the street, proudly displaying their takeaway cups. When I saw Jerry Seinfeld live in Sydney, he even took the time to point this out. He thought that he was surrounded by crazy people.

Working in the city and not joining the routine coffee break would generally be seen by many as bizarre, almost as much as not drinking alcohol whilst flipping steaks on a barbie. It’s just ‘un-Australian’.

Yet amongst all of this supposed devotion to espresso, in Australian supermarkets we are presented with messages like this for instant coffee…

The cosmopolitan coffee narrative in this country is a somewhat of a lie. I saw this Nescafé coffee stand in Coles today and was reminded of this article (and semi-ad for Lavazza) from 2016 in the Sydney Morning Herald, which detailed the myth of Australia’s coffee culture. It explains that whilst those in Sydney and Melbourne in particular see Australia as nation of coffee appreciators, rivalling top consumers elsewhere in the world, Australia is in fact in 42nd place! Hmmm…

Furthermore, author of the article, Mark Hawthorne, shared that ‘Almost 75 per cent of Australia’s coffee consumption is instant’ and also reported that Giuseppe Lavazza (of Luigi Lavazza S.p.A) still considers Australia to be an ‘immature market’.

Now this isn’t necessarily an issue. If people enjoy drinking instant coffee, who should really care? I like to drink coffee whether it’s instant, sitting for weeks in a percolator, pushed through an AeroPress by a man with a big moustache or blasted out of an espresso machine by a barista who was only employed because they had ‘barista experience’. As long as it’s hot, I’m generally happy.

What I find a concerning is the way that Australians, living in one of the most fortunate, multicultural nations on Earth, can be so narrow when it comes to food and beverage options. Like food and other beverages, coffee comes in so many interesting and exciting forms and yet we still happily hand over money for run-of-the mill dirt in a jar that gives us a quick fix. Surely it should be about taste (as the Nestlé ad suggests) and not just convenience.

Australians are willing to fall for Nestlé’s marketing campaign, which essentially marries the (global) Swiss brand with Australian identity and customs. I’d be willing to bet that many here even believe that Nescafé is an Australian brand or creation, or at least know that it isn’t but don’t really think about it. It’s like when people think that Holden and Ford are Australian, when they really traces back to the United States, or when Australians conveniently forget that Crowded House, Sam Neill and Russell Crowe are all from New Zealand.

The ABC programme Gruen even devoted an entire episode to the advertising and sale of instant coffee in Australia, pointing out that Nestlé and competing brands like Moccona rarely (if ever) show coffee in cups during their advertisements. It just doesn’t look good and instead Nestlé focuses on showing happy Aussies in various everyday situations, proudly brandishing a red Nescafé cup as the Sun rises in the background. I’m not sure how many Australian farmers are actually out on the dewy field each morning next to a tractor with an open ceramic cup of coffee (rather than a sealed flask), but to question such a thing may run the risk of being labelled un-Australian.

Too many people stick to old habits and accept narratives and marketing messages without ever asking ‘Why?’. The next time that you find yourself buying or doing something that has no inherent value or is sold as culturally normal, stop to think about it.

Daily Rumination No. 5: Hipster Bulbs

Hipster style continues to spread throughout Australian cafés and eateries, homogenising menus, decor and more. Where the egg was once king, avocado now rules supreme. Never has non-conformity been so mainstream.

In recent times, I’ve noticed the increasing installation of hipster ‘subway tiles’ as backdrops for café counters. Undoubtedly you’ve seen them before; they’re generally white with black grout, reminiscent of New York subway stations. Click here to view an example. In Australia, David Jones has even started using them in their in-store cafés and restaurants, elevating the horizontal tile to full-blown capitalist status.

Well, now there’s another new thing and I have decided to call it the ‘hipster bulb’. See the example in an image below, which my wife pointed out today.

This photo was taken in daytime and you can see quite clearly that the hanging light is surrounded by many more downlights above it, which whilst not as fashionable, offer vastly superior illumination.

So, in a room that has numerous windows (out of the frame) to allow natural light and also downlights for consistent indoor lighting, what is the purpose of this hipster bulb, with its space-encroaching shade and dangling cord? The only answer is wanky decoration.

You may ask why this is even worth consideration, let alone discussion on a blog. Whilst housed in attractive fixture and with a kind of industrial Edison chic, I argue that this hipster bulb contradicts the very values of pure ‘hipsterdom’. It’s there because it’s orange and interesting. To be a genuine hipster, one should shun that which is material and aim for only the bare essentials (which also often means being barefooted, unfortunately).

This hipster bulb is a useless extravagance to communicate the commercial brand of hipsterdom and is also, perhaps most importantly, a waste of energy. How can organic, gluten-free, vegan, renewable hipsters deal with this?

If you’re a hipster and you’re reading this now, I strongly encourage you to inspect the decor of your favourite coffee shop. If you see something that flies in the face of your all-natural, minimalist ideology, vote with your bare feet and have your single-origin latte with almond milk somewhere else.

Daily Rumination No. 4: Compound Modifiers

The hyphen is a punctuation mark that I think about fairly regularly and today was no exception. Many grammatical freaks fret about the misuse of semicolons and apostrophes—nearly all hope is lost for this mark for both possession and contraction—but the failure to use hyphens properly is perhaps even more worrisome.

Hyphens have a number of uses (including the connection of split words over lines in texts with full justification) and are not to be confused with em and en dashes. The particular usage that I wish to discuss now is for compound modifiers. Such modifiers consist of more than one word, which when combined by a hyphen, act as a joint adjective for a noun that follows. You can read a number of examples in my little picture at the top but here’s another one: ‘hairy-nosed wombat’. Which kind of wombat is it? It’s a hairy-nosed one.

The topic of the hyphen popped into my head whilst I was shopping at Aldi this morning with my wife, Natasha. As I looked around, I noticed multiple examples of missing hyphens, where they should been included to form compound modifiers. I decided to photograph and include some of them in today’s Daily Rumination.

Whilst all the signs that I shot are comprehensible without hyphens, they take on a different literal meaning. The strength of the hyphen is its ability to clarify what is being presented. Check out the examples.

Without hyphens to make ‘free-range’ and ‘cage-free’, this sign is ordering us to free the ‘range eggs’ and cage the ‘free eggs’. I’m not sure what the different is between a ‘range egg’ and a ‘free egg’, although I’m disturbed that we’re liberating one and imprisoning the other. This is pure, meaningless discrimination.

This should say ‘long-life milk’, however we’re either being asked to long for ‘life milk’, which must be the opposite of ‘death milk’, or the milk on display is somehow formulated to help us to live longer lives.

In this case, without writing ‘Award-winning’, someone or something called ‘Award’ has been winning all the frozen goods and Aussie classics at Aldi.

Here, we see books that should be labelled as ‘Learn-to-Play-Music Books’. Why? It’s because that is the type of book. Instead, we are instructed that we should be learning how to play a ‘music book’. I assume that it’s a type of instrument but rustling pages is hardly going to fill a concert venue and reach the nosebleed section.

Last but not least, this should say ‘Light-up’ but it doesn’t. It’s either telling us to set fire to the keyboard or the keyboard is encouraged to smoke a cigarette.

I think that it’s time for me to drop this topic; you get the point. The next time that you go shopping or out for a walk, rather than just looking for misplaced apostrophes, think about the poor hyphen too. It needs our help.

Daily Rumination No. 3: Many Thanks

These days in Australia, when café owners and waitstaff approach you at your table with your coffee order, they often say ‘thank you’ before they’ve even set them down or you’ve had the chance to thank them for the beverages. Shouldn’t the patron be saying ‘thank you’ in this moment, or is this a confirmation of the staff’s gratefulness for the patron’s decision to order from the establishment? This is after the five instances of thanking during the transaction at the counter, passing money and receipts back and forth.

It feels like we’re still in some sort of post-colonial, über-British vortex of meaningless courtesy. Let’s all say ‘thanks’ once and move on.

Poem: Happy Birthday, Mac

When I was the tender, young age of five,
My parents bought our very first Mac.
From the moment we pressed it alive,
We knew there was no looking back.

Through the classic OS I did click,
Unaware of the company’s woes.
I was in love with a GUI so slick,
It could have collapsed right under my nose.

More products then entered our homes,
So many iThings and speakers and watches!
Would you believe they wrote their own tome,
Showing all of their fine design touches?

I look back on all I’ve created,
Whether for school or for work or for fun,
And nothing could be more surely stated,
Only with Mac could it all have been done.

Years later, through transitions aplenty,
The Mac has changed in ways both big and small.
Yet after 35 years we know definitely,
Its true spirit remains for us all.

Happy birthday, Mac.