Things are winding down for the year, and it appears my brain has decided to knock off early, but before it does I have managed to come to the end of a first-ish draft of the new book. Granted, it is mostly scaffolding, but now at least I feel capable of building something. I was [...]
Category Archives: the apocalypse
on walking away
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
September means it’s time to sign up to New Matilda‘s subscriber list – a very small monthly payment which will not only pay you back in independent media gold all year long, but also shower you with gifts and make you laugh the self-satisfied laughter of the well-informed citizen. I have been quiet on the [...]
itchy teeth
Thursday, November 4, 2010
time has been slow here, but now it is certain: my days at 57 Department of Internal Affairs Street are numbered. after going through the ups and downs of a solo residency, from crushed-out excitement to awful loneliness, through all the novelties and frustrations of working in a strange environment as a near-mute illiterate, i [...]
aretharre season
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
It’s aretharre season, when the northwest wind comes howling down and mucks around in our heads. it just started last week, and the island on which I live is perched at the north end of town. it is rapidly turning into a dustbowl, so I am turning into a refugee and heading south for holidays. [...]
