Finishing: The Tenth Man, Graham Greene. Borrowed from the library this week: 2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke The Last Love Story, Rodney Hall Tender Morsels, Margo Lanagan Batman: The Ultimate Guide to The Dark Knight*, Scott Beatty *For the kids, but Adam and I have been dipping into it. Fascinating stuff. Riley…
The scene: a lingerie shop. The air is deceptively neutral, but there is a whiff of something else; unworn cotton, perhaps. Newness. Hope. My son steps up and stands beside a woman who has taken a bra off a display of many to touch and inspect. My son copies her, and tugs the straps indifferently. “Mum. This…
Like always, there’s so much I want to see, but family commitments being as they are, I won’t get to them all. I’m particularly planning to get to: Joss Whedon’s Keynote Address, Friday 27th August, 9.30pm, Melbourne Town Hall. Tickets already purchased! (Luckily – they’ve sold out) The Amplified Author – Exploring New Business Models For…
Riley left me a heart-shaped leaf on my bedside table. Cute.
Made tinsel by conniving sunlight, the mist sparkles outside but I can only think of the cold. My fingertips tingle discomfort bores through spaces between ball and joint I turn the key in the ignition and for the fiftieth time it fails hope cannot turn over the engine here, alone, with pen and notepad; childless, waiting…
I think she’s going to take after her daddy*… …and not me! * Adam sat down and painted that in ten-or-so minutes. No pencil sketches first – just from head straight to paper. (Paper stained with god-knows what.)
I write like Jack London I write like David Foster Wallace I write like H. P. Lovecraft I Write Like has become somewhat of a phenomenon in its short life (less than a month* at time of my writing this!) It already has a Wikipedia page. Like other curious people, I gave it a go this week….
Such strenuous living, I just don’t understand Frank N. Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show At 1km: Oh, shit. What have a gotten myself into? I’m being passed on every side. It’s still dark. At 2km: Hello Domain Rd, hello Toorak Rd West. You’re sure pretty. Can I walk yet? No-one else is walking…
run melbourne 2010 My body feels broken, but between us I’m pretty chuffed to be able to say I finished the whole distance: my pesky right knee held up okay and I didn’t get any blisters! (Those $35 sports socks were totally worth the money.) I’ll write up more later – I’m off now to have…
