And I’ve spent rather a lot of time here lately. Two trips, two days each one, in the space of a week. A lot of time up in the air, a lot of time in taxis, a lot of time in airports, and a lot of time in hotels. (Well, actually, not that much time - I don’t spend a lot of time sitting and looking out of the window, I try to ‘do’ things, almost as ( Read more... )

I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time, actually. It’s not just that I was chatting with Leshii yesterday and the subject came up - although that was a great motivator. No, I’ve been thinking I should put together a bucket list ( Read more... )

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Inspiration can be a fleeting, fickle thing and the gossamer of words that capture it can be very fragile. It’s such a joy to have my imagination come alive in response to the things I see and experience, catalysts of stories tickling like so many greedy goldfish. But, more and more I’m beginning to wonder if I’m finally running out. Is such a ( Read more... )

The rain just keeps raining. Our wettest, coldest summer for umpteen years has just finished, with an immediate nosedive in temperatures (yes, we’re not even able to cling to the stifling humidity any more ( Read more... )

10:10am And we’re off. Caucus has assembled and the door is closed. Twitter goes into hyper-drive - having reported on every media interview done this morning, and analysed every media interview from the weekend, it has now been reduced to navel gazing on its own performance, the performance of its two preferred hashtages (#kevenge v #respill ( Read more... )

I wasn’t going to write any more about this, but the coverage has been wall-to-wall, 24/7, frenzied, frantic, feverish - and to the point now where I feel compelled to more than yell at the TV ( Read more... )

...Or perhaps something from Greek tragedy. But somehow nothing can really capture just what a train wreck Australian politics is at the moment ( Read more... )

I almost feel obliged to write this, not as a ‘this is utter nonsense’ or ‘woe is me, it no longer applies’ post (actually, it never did...I never received cards/flowers/chocolates; the philosophy with my former significant other was once you were in a relationship there was no need of it; as we went ‘in’ to our relationship in March-somewhat ( Read more... )

I have spent a considerable amount of my parental life sitting in a chair in the Paediatric Emergency ward at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital. Sitting in a chair beside a cot or a bed, my eyes tracing the cheeky monkey patterns on the cubicle curtains, my ears eavesdropping on the goings and comings of the doctors and nurses. Sitting in a chair beside ( Read more... )