Restitution Don’t open another bottle tonight, you have not eaten, stay your hand, the shadows cast long, but there is still light and ours is to suffer the gruelling plight between wanting and forgetting demands. Don’t open another bottle tonight. Never underestimate the might required or strength of reserves to stand the shadows cast long…
For reasons that were 75% work-related and 25% because-I-seem-to-have-trouble-completely-disengaging, I brought my laptop away with us on our recent trip back to northern New South Wales. That laptop dates back to 2007 and can no longer operate without being attached to a power supply, electricity fed through the cord like some sort of dialysis machine….
Following on from the other day, I feel like I need to clarify – or at least explain a little better – point #2 on my 2013 goals list. In all honesty, since posting it I’ve been a bit squirmy, wondering if that really was the best phrase to use. I know ultimately it probably…
I woke up this morning and my heart quickened for a few moments, as I laid there unsure if the New Year had rung in already. Perhaps I had a dream about it, thus the confusion. Anyhow, I was relieved when I remembered it was still the 31st December 2012. Why? Well, it’s this blog,…
My family assembled at my grandparent’s farm on Christmas Eve this year, as they have for every year that I can remember. We have our long-held traditions: taking the tractor out to cut down a tree, bring it back, decorate it; prawns and oysters for entree, before moving onto a big dinner feast; Santa even…
This photo was taken yesterday afternoon after a big water fight at my grandparents farm – we’re happy and surrounded by loved ones, which is all I could ask for at this time of the year. Oh, and we’re soaking wet too! Earlier on I’d sent my annual email to all the commenters since last…
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,…
