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The house that Ian built.

One of my quiet obsessions is watching videos on environmentally friendly architecture, alternative & self-sufficient living spaces and processes of deep craftmanship (for example THIS is one youtube channel I enjoy). This is probably some psychic grasping compensation for the fact I am illiterate to any building or creating abilities. I tell you that so […]

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U2 concert.

Tomorrow we are driving up to Sydney to catch the U2 concert on Friday. Anyone else going? I’m looking forward to seeing such an iconic band live in what might just well be their last tour down under. I used to be a huge fan of U2 back in the day ( circa Joshua Tree, […]

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Zen

Rakusu Pt 1: The Hadron Collider

I have absolutely no idea when it comes to sewing. Re-attaching a button is usually a frustrating excursion into mangled, tangled knot-craft, and repairing anything more complex than that is immediate white flag defeat. Usually there is blood on the white flag from multiple finger pricks. Despite all this, I will soon be attempting to […]

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Utagawa Hiroshige and my autonomous sensory meridian response

How a Japanese artist gave me a head orgasm.

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Street Art.

I laugh at the way some people think graffiti is all selfish tagging and vandalism. Thoughtful street art is like good fiction – it speaks out on behalf of everyone, for us all to see –Carla H. Krueger Location: Balmain. Sydney Australia.

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Postcard from afar.

Remember when life had a lag? Before the instant gratification of broadcasting on Facebook and Instagram, when it took time for our lives to spread out and filter down. I remember one of the rituals of being away on holidays was the trip to a newsagent or local tourist shop to select a pile of […]

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The Sculpture Garden.

It was a magnificent spring morning here in Canberra today, so I decided to take Juno out and get amongst it all. Before heading off a few preparatory tasks were required. First up, take my daily spring dose of antihistamine ’cause it’s that time of the year and right now the pollen is thick on […]

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Found objects

Let it enfold you.

Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.

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Dream poem.

Lit by a crescent moon this blood rose is ghost. Last night I had a dream. In the dream, I woke up and walked down into our dining area. It was 2am and the moon was shining brightly through the window, illuminating a large piece of ‘butchers wrap’ on the table. I picked up a […]