I’ve decided to start a new occasional series. From time to time I come across humans who just astound me with their whimsy. They do
This week I do things at the wrong time Photo by Lee Price I take disproportionate delight from eating non-breakfast food at breakfast. This morning
Wabi sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection. That statement in itself makes me happy. Observing it is a meditation and a
I see Ben around a bit. He lives down the road. He’s a great-grandfather and he’s lived in Bondi most of his life. Ben makes
Happy Easter to all of you. I’m not doing much. My mission is to stay nice and still. My family back in Canberra is not
A very quick one because I’m about to jump in the car and drive South for my Uncle Pete’s funeral at Broulee. His ashes are
I like the gentle melancholy of this new blog unhappyhipster.com. It does little more than run arty shots of hipters* with smart captions. I guess
This week I sleep at the wrong end of my bed. Lately I’ve been exploring whimsy (see my previous post). A little bit because I
Four things I like: * songs in a minor key * songs about life’s inevitabilites * new Australian bands (that aren’t force-fed to me by
Right now, I’m noticing little moments of whimsy. Pockets of of creativity that explore ideas capriciously. Whimsical people are a little bit quirky, a little