Learning a new game together on the ipad My desk is less than a minute away from here Straight lines and shadows, abound My Thursdays and Fridays are given over to writing: this is the theory. However like many theories of mine it is one that is thwarted by a lot of excuse-making and judgements-of-convenience….
Do you know I just got a shock as I wrote that and then matched up the date: February is almost over. I wasn’t paying attention. Well, apart from the extra reading I’m now doing for work, I’ve also been borrowing a lot of books, dipping in and out of them at my leisure. The…
Three Years Composure seems like fakery designed to trick our souls out of feeling. But the blatant fact remains: grief is inconvenient and consumes precious hours that would be better spent in the employ of reason or menial errands – or so my mind tries to say. There were days when I had no…
I’m reading Richard Flanagan’s And What Do You Do, Mr Gable? at the moment* and in it there’s a short essay called ‘Bread’ which was originally published in The Age. He talks about his memories of bread baking, dating back to when he was a child. At the end also is a recipe called ‘The…
Life / February 16th, 2012
I’m excited to be able to share with you today a very cool campaign going on at the moment. The Good Guys are giving a blogger the opportunity to be considered for the role of The Good Guys Home Chef Blogger. This contract will include amazing prizes such as The Good Guys kitchen appliances, Coles vouchers for recipe…
… everything comes back: the necessity of scoping out the best possible places to eat at lunch, the divide between the great range of eating options within walking distance versus whatever is quick and easy and cheap that you can take back to your desk; perving on the reading material of fellow passengers on the…
This is a Margaret Fulton recipe, as was the fruit souffle tart – a tidbit of information I forgot to mention! Again, because it’s baking and that is a precise art, I faithfully followed her word and won’t repost the recipe, but if you feel inspired the link to the page is here. Actually, wait,…
Today saw me catch a dream run into Brunswick, even at the tail end of peak hour traffic on Alexandra Parade, and thanks to arriving early for a meeting appointment I was able to grab a coffee on Sydney Rd. Sitting in the cafe, as I am above, I watched the people go by until…
Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary. Mark Twain. If there is one thing I notice about blogging, as both a writer and a reader, is that sometimes we do not take ourselves out of our stories enough to get the proper perspective needed to determine whether we’re telling them properly. Not unrelated to…
