Monthly Archives: April 2011

autochthony

One of the amazing things about children is that for a while you think they are copies of yourself and your partner, equally burdened by flaws and weaknesses, and usually failing to realise the skills and abilities we think they … Continue reading

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is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?

So I won’t be going to the Falklands. There are a number of reasons, mostly to do with cash and the expense of getting myself across the Pacific and then halfway across the Atlantic. I could spend a lot of … Continue reading

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Grumplestiltskin

I didn’t achieve my goal. Not yet at any rate. I ran 4.8ks on Friday morning and felt okay about not quite breaking through the five kilometres in thirty minutes barrier. It shits me but that’s why I’ll keep trying. … Continue reading

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I am a runner and I am my father’s son

So the preparation for the Falklands expedition continues. Some of the preparation is quite fun: the catalogues of camping equipment; the testing of purchases; the imagining of myself on the peat bog slogging forward. Some of the preparation, most notably … Continue reading

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Snow Leopard Blues

Reading Peter Matthiessen’s work is a workout for me. I struggle with his slowness, his deliberation, his pacing and his meditative thoughtfulness. It is these, I think, that give his oeuvre its nuanced particularity and it for this reason I … Continue reading

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what is the deal with…

mashed avocado all over sandwiches? You buy a salad roll and it is chock full of slightly past it avocado, you buy a cheese and tomato sanger and it’s buttered with the stuff. I don’t get it. I don’t like … Continue reading

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those that ask

When I was little my Dad would go through a little ritual with me when I’d ask for something. “Those that ask don’t get,” he’d say, “and those that don’t ask don’t want.” Tiny Rustichello asked a few times how … Continue reading

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