The other evening I pulled out a DVD I had borrowed from the library to put on while Adam watched Burn Notice. What movie is that? he asked. An old one, I said. How old? Are we talking Ironman old? I turned around, aghast. What?! That’s not old. So is it…
I am rather pleased with this photo, which is Hipstamatic‘s way of saying, “In your FACE, doubter.” Yes, Hipstamatic is my new iPhone photo application and I did find it tricky to use at first. It’s also your classic case of, “Buy the basic kit, but just look and see what other treats HipstaMart has! You…
We went camping out in the bush over the weekend. I didn’t do much camping as a child. It was never my parent’s ‘thing’ and so you can imagine my excitement when an aunt, uncle and cousins took my sister and I to North Haven (NSW) when were young. I still remember that trip –…
Keira just did this on the computer while I was in the shower. “Eggs with a juice inside?” I asked. (She is curious about my Cadbury Creme eggs. She thinks they look weird and icky on the inside, and why oh why would anyone want to eat them?) “No. ‘Eggs with a chicken inside’,” she replied, which, if…
“It is, to my knowledge, the first publication to attempt a survey and selection of Australian blog-writing and so, after its modest fashion, something of a landmark text.” Geordie Williamson, The Australian, April 3rd. Here is the full text. James Bradley (a Misc. Voices contributor) has also written a companion post on some of the issues…
Photo credit: Caro Wallis I’ll be quiet this weekend, for reasons that will later become apparent, so I’ll take this chance to wish you all a happy holiday.
7.30pm last night. Adam walks through the door with – yet another – bag of Easter eggs from the supermarket. He holds it up triumphantly in the air. “Wow, you should’ve seen it at the shops. Mayhem! Madness! Everyone was in the chocolate aisle grabbing stuff and I got this one even though I didn’t…
Some days, the victories rarely bob up. Strung along the buoys of rituals and chores, strung out, you find yourself adrift. But those rare moments where circumstance and luck prevail, are enough to shake your salt off and maybe you can keep paddling back to shore. (Which is to say, the only productive thing I’ve done this morning…
