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Archive for May, 2009

Zebra stipes at odd angles collide in black and green and brown, shards of colour, that cut into the surrounding background and merge. Military  uniforms with muted buttons and high collars, face paint, in complimentary colours , going unnoticed , running on silent, riding with the lights off.
Camouflage, keeping secrets, holding aces to your chest, [...]

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Thought we’d try a local pub one night in Fitzroy and wound up at the ‘Napier’. Inside it’s olde world mirrors and exposed polished timber, but to the side behind a locked set of gates is a courtyard. The air was pressing in with another humid Melbourne end of summer day as we set down [...]

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The bundle of chips I am cupping seem to cut into my hand with the sharp edges, like a well ground kitchen knife, they swelter like a bar heater and seem to weigh as much as a motorcycle as I haul them up to the window. My guilt feels equally as weighty – somehow I’ve [...]

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From about thirteen all I thought about was getting out, gaining my independence, being ‘me’  getting away from the boundaries of that tiny country town, where thoughts all were channeled into the same lines of football on Saturday, basketball on Thursday, badminton on Tuesday. Nothing else was going on, I didn’t want to conform, somebody [...]

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It’s a Thai place where the waitresses smile at you from ear to ear and seem to float you to your table and then present you with embossed menus. The lighting is suffused enough so you just have to squint somewhat to read but the atmosphere is cosy, just the sort of place you want [...]

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It begins as an idea, a vision, an inspiration and begins to take form. Architects shape a dream on sheets of rough paper, modeling the idea. The fresh smelling sheets are handed around at board room meetings where a hard has has not yet been seen. The winning bidder creates more details, licks the ground [...]

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Do we live in a ‘culture of complaint’, as one art critic suggests,. Willing at the drop of a hat to make mention of the smallest detail that doesn’t suit us? Maybe if you buy a big ticket item or you book seat X at a concert and get seat Y then a complaint is [...]

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The only thing you want is for the pain to stop. Inside one of those enamelled lumps there’s a hole or a gap that needs to be dealt with. There seems to be a road crew in there , pneumatic drills are tapping right on the root of the nerve OUCH!. A thousand Enola Gays [...]

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Afternoons in the back yard in white cricket  pants. The ball coming in at reckless speed while over head the sun beat down  with the force of kick drum at a rock concert, drilling into our heads, our backs, our necks and our arms – but we didn’t care – yes we could get sunburn [...]

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I’m stuck up here on the roof week after week. Does anybody really notice me? I’m here on guard duty, my nose sticking out further than Pinnocio, waiting for that merest sniff of charred air. If you burn the toast or leave the roast too long, then I will send a warning. I’ll be completely [...]

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