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A port­manteau. A treas­ure trove. A time cap­sule. A poetry book. A diary. A photo album. Memor­ies. Dreams. Wishes. Hopes. An open letter to an unsus­pect­ing public. An intim­ate con­fes­sion to close friends. A declar­a­tion of intent. A whis­per of love. A per­sonal record. An exper­i­ment in intro­spec­tion. A per­form­ance space. A polit­ical rant. A wild yawp. Why do any of us pub­lish our words and images online? Come, dream with me.

We did it!

I’m read­ing on every­one’s LJs that he’s gone. I can’t quite believe it. The ABC and SBS web sites don’t have the con­ces­sion news yet. Thank you, my blog­ging friends. We did it. I can’t believe it. Now we’ve got a few small dis­cus­sions to have about refugee rights and…

Oh My Yes!!!!!!

I’m reload­ing the ABC elec­tion cov­er­age in between having awe­some con­ver­sa­tions with a hot chick about impli­cit racial assump­tions and listen­ing to Doug talk­ing about Stephen Col­bert roast­ing Bush in the White House Press Dinner and I’m so freak­ing pumped that it…

Damn time difference

Damn time difference

I want the polls to close so they can start count­ing and the ABC can start post­ing Aus­tralian elect­oral res­ults. I’m at a friend’s in Austin and we’re stay­ing up for at least a while so I can keep watch.I want to come back to a coun­try which does not have John Howard…

N’awlins jazz, baby

Our second and final day in N’awl­ins was divine. Break­fast at the Camel­lia Grill in South Car­roll­ton with far too much butter in the omelette (I could feel the weight piling on) fol­lowed by a driv­ing tour of the Garden Dis­trict, a trol­ley ride into the French Quarter…

New Orleans night out

Arrived in New Orleans and wandered around the Vieux Carré. Res­isted the impulse to revert to Anne Rice and Poppy Z Brite fangirl wor­ship (but did go to Bour­bon St for Lost Souls’ sake). Ate oysters there. It’s an awful strip of strip clubs now.The rest of the quarter…

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Dear daisynerd,Happy birth­day. I’m really sorry I’ve barely had time to speak with you over the last few weeks. You can open those presents now. You’re very patient for wait­ing till now! I hope your birth­day is awe­some and spec­tac­u­lar and here’s a photo of some…

Politics, art and liberty

The last days in New York were over­cast then rainy, but we walked the Brook­lyn Bridge and I spent a bunch of time in MOMA and the Met. I didn’t make it to the Gug­gen­heim because it was closed on Thursday when I tried.Still, the Geor­gia O’Keeffes at the Met were…

Belly, belly good

One thing about New York that is instantly evid­ent in com­par­ison to the mid-west­ern towns we’ve been passing through is the qual­ity of the food, although we did have one excel­lent example of unusu­ally good road food in a little town called Le Claire on the Iowa side…

Chanukah, already

I didn’t write earlier about the weird­ness of seeing Cha­nukah things in the shops here. (Hmmm. I said I was going to run this journal with a Chicago Manual of Style until I got back from the US but I don’t have it with me. For now I’m stick­ing with the Australian…

Enormity

As we’ve driven across the vast mid-west of Amer­ica, I find myself think­ing about polit­ics and the wide­spread lack of Amer­ican aware­ness of the out­side world. There seem to be a couple of reas­ons that leap out imme­di­ately: with the excep­tion of the excel­lent NPR, the…

Deadwood Country

Deadwood Country

In a par­al­lel world, where I was still with hawk_eye, or if I were a world trav­eler like mer­ovingian, I would have more details for you of the self who split off from me as we made the decision to go down I‑90 to Rapid City instead of 385 to Dead­wood on our way to…

The great American roadtrip

The great American roadtrip

Spent today in Yel­low­stone National Park. Mostly it was closed – we missed it by a couple of days, as it closed for the season Novem­ber 5. Apo­lo­gies to all in Seattle we failed to see (espe­cially bevsob: I was really hoping to say bye before we left the coun­try) but…

November 6, 1967

Novem­ber 6, 1967 was to become an import­ant date in my life. Of course, I didn’t know it then, three years from being born. On that day, some­where in Lakemba, in Sydney, Aus­tralia, I believe, a 25-year-old beauty named Helen Levine, smart with long, almost-black hair…

My first quake!

I’m still shak­ing although the earth has stopped. Doug says it’s only about a 5 on the Richter scale but that was scary. I knew to go to a door­way but Doug stopped me in an arch­way so that’s all good. It star­ted out feel­ing like there was some­thing walk­ing over the…

Phoenix Emberstone

Phoenix Emberstone

pas­sion­ate polit­ical poet

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