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
The bad news is relentless. Let me briefly refer to two widely reported items and then offer some assistance to those of us who have to face deniers and resisters. Given I grew up in a fire prone area, first up is Greg Mullins, a former head of Fire and Rescue NSW and a self-proclaimed … Continue reading Slogans, dogma and labels from the paths of resistance
In the old days when my knees were good and my hair was funny, I worked as a standup comedian. It all started in the early 1980s when there was nowhere to do it and people like me worked night clubs, busker’s competitions, anywhere we could stand in front of people, talk and willingly accept … Continue reading When laughs cost money
Sadly, the America currently screening on our television sets, computers, and our phones, is not new to me. It reminds me of the America first revealed through radio, newspapers and stories, way back in the 1950s and 60s. Angry mobs running, rioting, looting, screaming at police and national guardsmen who sometimes shoot at, and kill … Continue reading The sad and sorry history of repetition