In 1993, I was a journalist and a stand-up comedian. Both activities frustrated me.I did not think I could ever be the kind of journalist I wanted to be - I was too old already; I did not want to leave my home state; all the jobs I really wanted and applied for I did … Continue reading Perth dearth mirth
It was a big year for me, 1986, and in July I had been almost two months clean and sober. Exciting times, living a life without assistance of booze, dope, or some of the other stuff I occasionally dropped. But not at first. First there was fear, frustration, anger and depression. What better way to … Continue reading And here is another one …
The thing is, I'm writing another book. Love to tell you about it, but sworn to keep the mouth shut. Why? Well, I wrote a book once and while writing it I talked it to death, literally. Everyone wanted to know: "How's the book coming along, Jon?" I talked so much I lost the thread, … Continue reading A long time, yes, but …
I wrote this in 2015. Today I found it and liked it. I had started writing another piece about Fb and when i tried to save it, low and then behold, the file name was taken. More to come.To help get you in the mood, here's a photo from 2015. Early last week I dropped … Continue reading That Fb thing
Recently I was asked to give a talk, but first I had to offer a title. I called it: Climbing up, falling off the edge and climbing back up the cliff. Or something like that. The title is not anywhere near as important as the content, and neither should it be. It was all about … Continue reading A talk in writing
Recently I attended an author night at the Joondalup City Library. In case you wondered, yes, I was the author. Did I arrive in time to hear myself speak? Only just. It was not easy getting there. First, there was the long drive, over 450 kilometres, all the way from the deep south of Western … Continue reading a City visit
When I was a kid, we rode bikes, rowed small boats, climbed trees, worked in the garden that surrounded the farmhouse, worked among the thirty acres of apples, bult dams in the creek, chopped wood, watched, and sometimes helped, as Dad built things, like the house we lived in, a twenty-foot launch, a shed, and … Continue reading When I was a kid ….
Yes, life is short, but you don’t have to rush it.
Cartoonist Lalo Alcaraz on satire in a time of Donald Trump. As I watched the US presidential election unfold, as though he was my president, I asked myself why? Why not the same attention paid to the Chinese, Russian, Indian, Turkish, German, French leadership elections. Well, some of them are fake processes. As one Egyptian … Continue reading The Great Rigger
Here's a piece I wrote some time ago, but thought I'd revisit it after meeting a chap who loves to iron. And do housework. What a man! I’m not alone. There are other men like me. Men who love ironing. We meet, surreptitiously, suspiciously and sometimes out in the open. We talk in quiet, subdued … Continue reading Men of the Iron