Updated: Well, I’m here so I break, I suppose, the coda for the day. Never mind. However we did go out this afternoon to a jazz festival and seeing Keira with ice-cream smeared all over her face, dancing to Louis Armstong’s “Lazy ‘Sippi Steamer Going Home” was something I don’t think I’ll ever see again: certainly not…
Happy Australia Day everybody. Please, if you’re interested (and if you’re interested in blogging, you will be) come over to Aussie Bloggers sometime today to read my interview with Mr. Problogger himself, Darren Rowse.
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere I firmly believe that the power of change for social, cultural or political good lies further within the individual’s reach than we usually reckon or are told is possible. Call me an optimist if you will, but I just keep on imagining all the collective ‘drops in the bucket’ that we, as citizens, could…
When we were growing up, my mother would frequently complain about my father’s love of pruning and culling of garden plants. Not like she could talk – her hobby was propagating plants and then letting them languish in plastic pots until they died. She created them, because she could, but did not nurture them. But…
Now I don’t know about anyone else, but this book scared me when I was a little kid. Then the other night, I had an experience so full of de’ja vu that I got a head-spin. Adam whips this out, from a dark hiding spot in the bookshelf. I don’t even know how we happened…
Back when I mentioned (I can’t find the link) we were now worm farmers, I tell you, my inbox was choked with enthusiastic questions about the practice*. *Well okay, it wasn’t. But I forgive you because I’m sure it was a busy day and you’ve still got that email drafted up ready to send. I…
It seems Keira is now the matriarch of the clan. You see, in the mornings, I put out a bowl of cereal for Riley to eat. He will not touch it. Instead he waits for when Keira goes to the cupboard, “Would you like a cruskit, Riley?” she calls, and he comes running, and they…
Responding to yesterday’s post about my failed blood donating experience, Bettina suggested I try to inspire others who could donate blood to go do so on my behalf. (I hope I am paraphrasing you right!) I think this is a noble idea; however, I would go further to emphasise that people should want to go off…
