Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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Chill, people! It’s Blair Fridge Project time, commencing with Paul Bubel’s classic bachelor’s fridge:
“I travel for work and pleasure and always pick up a fridge magnet wherever I go,” announces The Mongrel. “The magnets also extend to the other side of the fridge, not shown in the photo.” Let’s take a look:
That’s a magnitude of magnets. And there’s more: “The closeup shows my pride and joy, a complete set of Carlton premiership posters, probably the only complete set in Bondi. Just along from these is a magnet of Lord Buddha. The messages of Carlton and Buddha are essentially the same - suffering is eternal, all joy is transient.” As a Collingwood boy, it harms - Wayne Harmes - me to post this:
Look at how wrong that is. Damian Penny, soon to be fridging couple-style, writes: “Here it is, in all its glory, with pictures of my nephew and my Malawian foster child, and several dozen magnets holding up several dozen coupons and stuff.” We in warmer climes merely marvel at the need for a Newfie to even own a fridge:
“It’s a standard fridge,” emails Nilknarf. “A bit too small for my liking, but still does the trick. It keeps food cold or frozen depending on where I put it. What’s not to love?”
Nilk continues: “As you can see, I like my food rare.” You don’t say, Nilk:
Reese, a student of the fridge, observes: “One can learn a lot by a person’s fridge magnets, and what’s being held by them.” And also by what’s on top of a person’s fridge:
But what would Reese learn from Andrea Harris’s fridge?
“As you can see,” writes Andrea, “it is a blank canvas. Perhaps you can hold a contest asking commenters what sort of magnets and artwork I should put on it. The inside of the thing is almost as bare as the outside, too.” It’s the fridge of mystery!
Less of a conundrum is Craig McF’s fridge: “It’s 23 years old, which is a long time in fridge years. It’s probably chewing a tonne of brown coal every day.” This is one hungry device:
More damn Carlton art. Next we venture to Tucson, Arizona, where Steve & Phyllis Stephens maintain a wonderfully Australian kitchen apparatus:
That fridge features GPS tracks of Steve’s first five trips to Australia; magnets from Cobar and Lightning Ridge; a bookmark from a cookbook store in Fitzroy, Melbourne; and photos of Bicheno penguins. With that amount of exterior Oz Power, the Stephens fridge can probably convert Budweiser to Victoria Bitter.
“I’m working on the refrigerator photo,” snarls Rodger Thomas. “If I could just get my wife from in front of the thing ...” Meanwhile, our photo-barricaded friend sends a shot of Paris Hilton’s prison shiv:
Beloved reader Pogria has no need for jail weaponry. Her fridge displays “the usual detritus of family life; rego needs to be paid, picture of junior before he hit the terrible teens, cheaper petrol receipts and my collection of silver serving trays on top.”
Ah, but Pogria has a second level of armoury: “My pot wall. These are just the ones that are hanging. I have others and each and every one is used!” Behold a fine wall:
Writes Nora Charles: “Our fridge is probably very boring compared to the others ...”
“ ... so we’ve also included a picture of our 1950s cocktail cabinet. which is much more interesting.” Indeed; it’s alcolicious:
Label genius Barney Greinke forwards a shot of Ken Layne’s fridge from olden days:
“I think this was taken during the month or two when he’d moved out to LA to house hunt while Laura was still in DC finishing up work. Or something like that,” emails Barney. “But, really, as I’m sure you well know, this is what his fridge ALWAYS looked like during his bachelor years.” Well, not always; there was that month with the human heads. Speaking of bachelor times, Robert C. sends an image not of a fridge “but of something that came out of my fridge. It started as a jug of iced tea ...”
“The left half is frozen solid.” My apologies to Jimmy Mindspring, whose fridge pic is frozen sideways:
“This is our refrigerator pig that we found at the flea market in Woodstock, Georgia for $10. Yes, you can put lipstick on a pig!” Maybe so, but I can’t make the damn thing turn the right way. Global warming, I guess.
(Thanks to all for these outstanding examples of local cooling. Several images - hello, Michael and Ben-Peter - were too large for my weeny system to process; please send again.)
UPDATE. Further fridgey goodness to be posted tonight, Sydney time.
UPDATE II. Or maybe tomorrow night. Lots of fridge pix are arriving.