Read / December 21st, 2012
The Richard Burton Diaries, edited by Chris Williams, Yale University Press In Crying in the Car there is an essay called ‘YouTube and the Indulgence of Memory’ where I confess my (once) big secret that I adore everything about the Golden Age of Hollywood. I collect coffee table books about the subject, and biographies, too,…
I was recently asked to test out the new Yellow Pages IOS application, which has been released in conjunction with some research they have done that shows how much Australia procrastinates – 53% of respondents admitted they put off jobs at home or work, for starters. Now, as you may know, we are currently holidaying at…
It’s our 10th wedding anniversary today. If I took a moment to really think about it, there is a considerable chance that I would get a little … well … sappy, but I’m not going to take that moment here, now, because do you know what his request for a present was? “I want a…
Good Night, Sleep Tight, Mem Fox & Judy Horacek, Scholastic This book, first released over twenty years ago, has recently been released again, largely, I gather, due to popular request. This time Horacek has taken over as illustrator, and it’s a great read by this winning ‘Green Sheep’ combination. A babysitter is trying to put…
Life / December 11th, 2012
A while ago, I was asked if I would like to receive some titles from The Folio Society. And I said, well, yes. I’ve heard wonderful things about their books: the art, craftsmanship, quality and beauty. I could go on. Then these arrived in the mail and I was almost too afraid to open them…
Grimm Tales for Young and Old, Phillip Pullman, Penguin Classics This might seem a strange recommendation seeing as I have not read any Phillip Pullman books (although Adam has), despite the His Dark Materials series being high on my ‘to-read’ list. However, that said, I have always enjoyed the literary interviews in the media that…
I was watching the news on the television early this morning before the children were awake, as is my custom. Sitting there, sipping my coffee, listening to the journalists discussing running lists of what was going to happen later at the funeral of poor Daniel Morcombe and estimating the crowd numbers, I suddenly heard a…
This photo was taken early this morning at the train station, right after I’d missed the express I wanted, as I stood in the rain to make the most of the (mediocre) light for this birthday selfie. For today I am thirty-four years old. As much as I love birthdays (Presents! Cake! Messages!), I have…
