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Home
Tucked up in my own bed, but sadly Doug-less. Never mind, he’ll be along soon enough. Strangely enough, bumped into Kristina Olsen in the check-in queue in LA and so had a lovely companion for the flight to Melbourne and a lift home with Andrew Pattison of the…
Last night…
Marvellous day. Brekky with Kate and Morgan then a day jaunt to Quebec City, superb lunch – some of you may know I’m a locavore (thanks to Kate for the great word) which means I try to eat local foods wherever I am and don’t eat meats that aren’t indigenous if I can…
Gender, culture and power
Among other things, the last few days have been fabulous due to grand conversations with Doug, Kate and Morgs about life, the universe and everything, including a meandering conversation with Kate that started on the way to a goth club last night, continued on the way…
Drawing close
Northern Ontario in early autumn is a space of variegated leaves and red maples. We visited Haliburton and walked in the canopy on planks of hemlock suspended from wire, watched wolves in the Wolf Center and on our drive through Algonquin Park to Montréal saw moose…
Inducing jealousy in others
Long time, no post. Sorry. Been living a little too hard. After BM, we went to Harbin Hot Springs and had aromatherapy wraps and deep tissue massage and a form of water-based shiatsu they call watsu that’s like dancing in the warm spring with directed stretching. And…
Power to the People
For many years, I’ve wanted to go to Michael Franti’s Power to the Peaceful concert in San Francisco. This year, I did. ^^ It was enormous and inspirational. ^^ Franti was as political as always while making everyone believe another world is possible. ^^ Rachel’s…
Harbin hot springs
On the way back from Burning Man, we dropped in to Harbin Hot Springs to relax and unwind. It was divine. Also, there was a temple they’d built which was just gorgeous and we wanted to photograph it up close but they wouldn’t let us. This is as close as I got.
Burn, baby, burn
I went to the desert and I stood in front of the fire and I came out renewed and refreshed. I lived in a place where nothing lived, in a city of 40,000 souls, momentary and mystical, that sprang up like an oasis in the dusts and will disappear again, and while its…
If you’re going to San Francisco…
Be sure to wear warm clothes, because it’ll be foggy. I was in SF to see Rachel, I think. Doug was driving in the fog. Thank goodness: I wasn’t ready to drive on that side of the road in any condition, let alone poor vision. ^^ I took this photo as we approached the…
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One year ago today
A year ago today, I had a motorscooter accident at about 11.30am. Broke two vertebrae. Today, at about 11.30am, I’m getting on a plane to the US to go meet Doug again. This was not deliberate, but it’s a lovely moment of synchronicity. Beats any other way I could…
I’m confused…
Wait a minute… Howard can apologise to Vietnam Veterans for something his government didn’t do (the treatment they received on their return from the ‘war’) but can’t apologise to the first peoples of this nation for something his government didn’t do only a few…
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Ceasefire
Lo yisa goy el goy cherev. Lo yilmedu od milchama. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore. The bit just before that is the famous “They will beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks.” I sang it…
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Imbolc
Today is Imbolc, by my reckoning, halfway between Winter solstice and Spring equinox, and effectively the beginning of Spring – and didn’t we know it here in Melbourne with the lovely 19° day! I’ve traditionally (as in, the last few years) celebrated Imbolc with a…
Phoenix Emberstone
passionate political poet
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