The following is an essay I wrote a few years ago. Not even sure for what. Anyhoo it's been sitting gathering dust in the hard drive so I thought I would let it have some freedom. As a writer and even as a uni student I am/was primarily interested in myth and folktale - the … Continue reading The Big F, T & L
Random Short Thoughts
Guiding Questions for Getting Your Righteous Anger On – or Not
SO someone said something terrible/stupid/hateful/wrong somewhere. And you saw/heard/watched it. It happens. And you're angry, upset and all fired up, ready to verbally or Tweeterly smack down. Or ready to compose a letter to the Local Newspaper Editor and send it via the Post Office (apparently this still happens? Not sure how. ) Before you … Continue reading Guiding Questions for Getting Your Righteous Anger On – or Not
Fluffy
You may have noticed the image, above, right there. That's my dearest De Fluffibus Superbus, the Grumpelstiltskin. Mostly he was Fluffy to his friends and enemies. We met not long after I moved into my apartment. First time living on my own. It was very new and exciting and one night, as my front door … Continue reading Fluffy
Burton in TV Land
Visited the Tim Burton retrospective/art exhibition at ACMI (Australian Centre for the Moving Image) in Melbourne t'other day. I like his films. But more importantly I like the look of his films, which turns out, do truly reflect the look of his art. For someone who trained at Disney, he's not very Disneybland. He has … Continue reading Burton in TV Land
One Year of Reading – A Historical Document
I found this list from high school (20 years ago. Blimey. I must hoard stuff). Anywho, it's a list I had to keep of all the books I read during the school year when I was 16. Some of them I don't recall. Others I still like. Couldn't be more random. Or maybe it could. … Continue reading One Year of Reading – A Historical Document
A musement – on a bus.
It’s weird the things you notice in the middle of the night on a bus halfway between Ballarat and some small slumbering hamlet. Like the moon riding the horizon, becoming more orange the closer it gets. Oh, and the overwhelming bereftness as it sinks into the west. Goodbye, old moon, my only friend out here. … Continue reading A musement – on a bus.
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