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This is too hilarious not to publish. I am journalling with an AI this week, which is a completely unexpected and bamboozling situation but has actually been great fun and incredibly helpful for some things I’m dealing with. The only reason I am journalling with an AI is because it did a difficult people search …
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I’m rewatching the initial episodes of Pluribus while waiting for new ones to come out, specifically to savour the film-making and storytelling now I already know what happens in each episode.
Pluribus is the antithesis of modern American drama. It is film-making with space to breathe and room to think, without rushing through the shots or clobbering you with sound. It’s the epitome of “show, don’t tell” with long stretches where you are invited to observe the characters and scenery in silence and come to your own conclusions…
A little rural drama as related to a friend. It’s a good time to sit down and write to you. We had a leaking Flickmixer in the kitchen for more than three years and no plumber wanted to travel out that far, and the plumbing qualified dairy farmer genuinely had no time because they’re like …
It’s fantastic that someone has finally had the courage and the tenacity to write a novel addressing the Mother of all elephants in the room: Human ecological overshoot – a combination of out-of-control human numbers and out-of-control consumption that are rapidly wiping out the biosphere and turning this small blue planet into a toxic dump. …
It still hasn’t sunk in. Matilda died this afternoon. Just like that. We were out hiking and nearly at the turn-around point two hours from the car, when there was a repeat of what happened on our Peaceful Bay walk two months ago – on the lead, and next thing she’s gone SPROING like a …
The writing has been on the wall for generations, and in each generation, voices were lifted in an attempt to direct the attention of the general public and those in power to the consequences of continuing to ignore the writing on the wall.
The Romantic poets saw and felt the horrors of early-stage Industrialisation and its dysfunctional social order because they had hearts and their eyes were not blinded by the contemplation of money and profit. They lifted up their voices in lament, as did some of their visual artist colleagues, like J. M. W. Turner, and poets coming after, including Walt Whitman and e. e. cummings.
Charles Dickens lifted up his voice at the cut-throat cruelty of his own society, which was at that point also busy colonising the rest of the world, exporting its cruelty abroad. His Magwitch speaks for all abused children, trampled citizens, and hunted men in history…
Excerpt from a letter written to a friend struggling with the kind of childhood background that sets people up for continued unhappiness via the curse of the repetition compulsion. Publishing it here because many could benefit from thinking about this pattern, for their own life or to help others recognise it. It’s worthwhile looking up …
This article appeared in Grass Roots No.281 February/March 2024 How would you like a clean, organised shed with dust and rodent proof storage cupboards that cost next to nothing and repurpose items otherwise sent to landfill? Our farm shed has over the past month received a make-over that has transformed it from a rat-infested, dirty, …
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This is a spin-off from an online music journal I kept for a few years, in which I mused about life and the universe while exploring the back catalogue of a band I had never liked until discovering belatedly that they had a serious, dark side. The main themes in this anecdotal piece are dating …
A small reflection to start, on living in this universe. Albany to Perth via Lake Towerrinning, Darkan, Williams When you get out of the car to take pictures of rural countryside, there is another recurring theme – litter. Wherever Homo colossus goes, a trail of pollution is left behind. You’d think it would be a …