Blah, blah, gin

I woke up this morning feeling utterly ratshit, with the scrapey throat and the pounding head and itchy eyes and all. My stomach was churning and I assumed that I was just nervous about the job interview I had this afternoon, but several hours later I am forced to confront the fact that I am [...]

The letter B

This post is brought to you by the letter B. This morning, my friend Josephine rang me up and we went out for breakfast, sneaking my emergency stash of Bombay Sapphire into a glass of blood orange juice. I ate a bagel, Josie had French toast. My bagel was slightly burnt and a little bit black [...]

Here is the lesson…

Don’t be optimistic about anything, ever. The end.

Write write

Despite feeling tapped dry for writing a little while back, I have found myself in a frenzy of words recently. I spent the weekend writing a 5000 word book chapter and sleeping very little. Typically, despite having about six weeks to get it done, I left it to the very last minute. Not for the [...]

The Destructionist

I had a nice surprise this evening – a phone call from Pusia. We spent a few minutes exclaiming over the weirdness of hearing each other’s voices, then got down to the business of tying up loose threads left dangling in a year’s worth of letters and emails and blog posts. It didn’t happen, of [...]

South of the Yarra

I spent a procrastinatory hour today browsing through various op-shops south of the river. I try not to be a snob about the river, the way people on my side tend to be and the way we assume people on the other side are. I had an interview in East St Kilda in the early [...]

Intermission

I’m buried alive in an avalanche of deadlines at the moment, hence the not-writing-ness. l’m beginning to freak out a little bit that I’m not going to be able to make the most important one, given a recent mishap with a borrowed mini-disk recorder that erased the hour-long interview I was meant to be transcribing. [...]

The Anti-Swede

So my new housemate Toby has a thing about Sweden, and it has forced me to take a position on the Swedes. That is, I am Anti-Swede. I have a strong, deep-seated aversion to the idea of Sweden, and I have no idea where it came from, only that it is related to my loathing [...]

Review: no one belongs here more than you

So, Sarinah and I finally found something that we could agree about. We’re at aesthetic odds about many things in life (including, but not limited to, language poetry, Dorothy Porter, whimsy, American Minimalism and the sublime), so I feel that the occasion warrants noting. Nonetheless, it’s with a heavy heart that I present our joint [...]