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My Wooden Cutting Board

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Just after breakfast, I developed this fascination with my wooden cutting board. This is where I prepare nearly all my food. The shades of stains, the mesh of grooves, the spread of cutting angles how one side…

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11.00 am ANZAC day 2003

My brother Jonny and I sat on two wooden chairs opposite the bed hunched over our knees. Numb. The chairs had never got so much use as they did that morning nor would they get any kind of practical use

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Tarot Suite – Mike Batt and Friends (1979)

No other album was played as often in our house during my youth than Tarot Suite by Mike Batt (with the London Symphony Orchestra)

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Blue is the Warmest Colour

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Yesterday, I did myself a favour and finally got round to watching Blue is the Warmest Colour last years Cannes film Palme d’Or winner. Blue is an extraordinary love story about desire; desire to eat,…

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The Puss’ Bus is for Us

Some Navy members referred to their vocation as the ‘Puss’. Personally, I found it an ill-bred term because I was a stuck-up son a of a bitch. But I cackled when a drillie berated our whinging group, “Build a bridge

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Slavoj Žižek vs Jordan Peterson debate 19-4-2019

Two great public intellectual heavyweights met last night for their much anticipated debate:  Happiness: Capitalism v Marxism. In January this year just prior to the announcement of their debate, I wrote a post about Zizek and Peterson titled: Chomsky on

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‘Watching (yourself) like you are a snake’

‘Watching (yourself), like you are a Snake’

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Murky Waters

Deeper thoughts lay within A cove of great despair It’s sad and it’s of murky waters Once shone a lustrous blue Touching remains sunk deep within Oh, time heals everything, but Your stirring love, scarring detail Treasure chest full, rusted

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The Magazine

Originally posted on Observation Blogger:
I remember when I was fifteen I was given a mangled Hustler magazine in which all the women’s breasts were the size of watermelons. So I took it home and stashed it. I had heard…

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Mornington

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The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs Must be Mornington, feels like the beach you popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me here To await the ferry which will cast me out Forget…

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