Some thoughts from a hotel room in Berlin: New Zealand is like a pair of warm fluffy slippers to me. It is the place of so many of my family’s memories – I haven’t lived there since I was born but going back always feels like home. Aotearoa’s status as Australia’s naive cousin isn’t justified.… Read More On Christchurch…
“An agony. The exit like the entrance – but reversed. A palindrome: gut-tug.” Lorrie Moore I had my heart broken twice last year. One was your standard romantic affair, exploding like a landmine, and propelling me into a new reality I’m still struggling to recognise as my own. The other I saw coming, though it… Read More For Charlie (A Lingering Farewell)
When I was ten, I had pretty regular ten year old interests. I loved Whitney Houston, books about fairies, and The Golden Girls. I swapped Hello Kitty writing paper with my friends, and took a weekly class called ‘Mime & Dance’. I won the acting awards, but sucked at tap dancing. I played with Barbie… Read More On Hate
So…is it time yet to classify religious fanaticism as a mental illness more along the lines of delusional schizophrenia in order to seek therapy for it, or do we continue to treat extremists just a little differently to other lunatics because they’re acting in the name of religion and that is somehow different? And while… Read More Religiophrenia
– Tony Abbott gets drunk and acts like the worlds’ most embarrassing uncle at a BBQ: dunk your head in a keg of VB, it can’t get any worse. – You see someone wearing their G20 all access pass outside of the exclusion zone: top shelf, A grade scotch, two chunks of hand chipped ice.… Read More The Gertie’s G20 Drinking Game
American columnist Erma Bombeck said of her career writing about the quirks of her home life “there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt” and it is true in most cases that the bigger the laugh, the deeper the well of despair that it echoed out of.… Read More Don’t Worry, Be Happy
I fell, you merely tripped A stumble of the heart. You went ahead, I fell behind Our paths began to part. I looked in front to catch you up But your were out of sight. Around a bend, beyond my reach A better view for you.