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While I’m out of here, would you mind telling me what you want from this site in my “new year” (when I get back). This is
While I’m out of here, would you mind telling me what you want from this site in my “new year” (when I get back). This is
Many moons ago I did a political internship at Parliament House. I wrote a paper for Lindsay Tanner, then Member for Melbourne, looking at the worth
The short answer is NO. So is the longer one. Consider this An Open Letter to Journalists Who Find Themselves A Little Confused. I’ll do
My interest in words that sum up melancholia or human yearning (in a way that standard English just can’t) continues. A Twitter friend (Dr Daz)
I derive very happy jolts from glimpsing someone in the middle of a moment. An unawares moment. Some examples: A bike courier singing as he
When I lived in Byron (writing my first book) I used to drive to my friend Annie’s house in the hills for dinner on Sundays.
The best words are the ones with no English equivalent. They invariably describe moments in the human experience that we find exotically ungraspable. Unpindownable. Fleeting.
A thought. I was reading the follow-up to a wellbeing study I’d heard about ages ago that uses a phone app to track real-time moments
There’s a horrible feeling that grips at me from behind the neck at times. It’s like a sucky monster that latches on when I do
This is a new idea. Not complex. So let’s see how it goes. You may remember this wonderful painting (below) I shared on New Years