The Play of Days: contemplating play through motherhood by Julienne van Loon, Ways of Seeing: Griffith REVIEW #31 On books and “the conditions of reading”: “Soon, we are told, we will call up on “bookscreens” any “text” on demand, and we will be able to change its appearance, ask questions of it, “interact” with it……
Easter Sunday has always been a slow morning. As a child, you’re excited weeks leading up to the blissful moment when you open your eyes to see if the Magical Bunny has arrived. You gorge on chocolate and then spend the rest of the day rubbing your stomach. When I was younger, granted, I also…
(Forgive my hands having a ‘Titanic’ moment against the glass!) In a word: beautiful.
It’s always been the way: you drink, you fall asleep, catching the zzz’s as blissfully as the green sheep by his bush, only to wake up an hour later really awake. As you lay there a rat trap goes off suddenly in the roof and you think, that’s it, I’m getting up. It’s what I…
This is Adam’s nameplate at work. I like it.
I’m continuing the cooking theme this week by posting one of my favourite recipes and I emphasise a word in the title: easy. I’ve had it banked in my drafts for a long time and it’s as well I did: thanks to our renovations the hand-written scrap of paper it was originally on has been…
Quite by chance this week is going to be food-themed. I have some girlfriends coming over for lunch on Wednesday and (as usual) I am fretting a little at the prospect of betraying my poor cooking skills to those I regard. But I’m sure it will be fabulous! As is the below: If you recall,…
After my fall last year I made a resolution to buy a pair of sensible – but cute – sandals and ended up buying these from ECCO: … and have been more than happy ever since. They are supremely comfortable. I think it’s getting around that I have a bit of a love affair with shoes. So you can imagine…
I’ve been in a reading slump so far this year. It hurts to admit, but it’s true. I don’t know why either. I could make the usual excuses: being busy, too distracted, not finding the right book. I won’t though – or not the last excuse, at least. ‘Not finding the right book’ is simply…
