Monthly Archives: December 2010

these bright believing bands

So my workplace is all a flutter with Graduation ceremonies, and I can’t join in. I’ve been doing my tasks and ticking off my to do list but I won’t engage, there is nothing I really want to share in … Continue reading

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treehugging, potsmokin’, girlcuddlin’, holeswimmin’, beerdrinkin’, sunlovin’, cricketlistenin’ echindnawatchin’ FUN yeah!

I don’t think I’m ever going to be filled by the job: not as a Audit Committee guy; not as a faculty grump; or a divisional functionary; or even (should strange things come to pass) an academic. Audit Committee is like a … Continue reading

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autocannibalism, the hard way

So I’ve been on my regime now for about six weeks and I am fitter and stronger. I have increased my muscle mass and lost about five centimetres off my waist. I haven’t actually lost any weight now for two … Continue reading

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just my imagination (runnin’ away with me)

I bought a couple of Stones albums recently (Some Girls and Let It Bleed, I had them on record but anyway) and have just played them over and over. The frivolousness of it all; the bromance of Mick and Keef; … Continue reading

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permissive selves?

There is so much we can find to amuse ourselves, joyful and giddy persons that we are, and it occurs to me that much of my own personal Rustichello-esque rage is related to how often I deny myself permission to … Continue reading

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accents on legitimate theatre

My lovely friend Jen and I took ourselves up to the city on Saturday night. It was a gorgeous Sydney evening: warm, bright, clear and still. The Rocks were full of young people in various states of intoxication and undress. … Continue reading

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Dumbledore of Pop

Bob Geldof was recently, totally aptly, referred to as the Dumbledore of Pop in the Sydney Morning Herald. The frisson of this pithy characterisation reminded me of Johnny Rotten’s remark that the reason Geldof was so skinny was that he … Continue reading

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Great Wars and OK books

Robert Fisk is giant among British foreign correspondents, and deservedly so. He writes for The Independent, wrote for The Times until Rupert Murdoch bought it in the eighties (which he rather too assertively insists was because he wanted to maintain … Continue reading

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distractingly good, but small

I first heard the name Eva Cassidy on Illawarra ABC one cricketless afternoon driving home. She was introduced as “the late folk singer.” This did not make me turn off. As a result I heard the most exquisite rendition of Paul … Continue reading

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