“What are you doing?” I asked my husband. He was wrapped neatly in his dressing gown and slippers, and closely examining something in the morning lounge-room light. He was of course unable to hear my question as he is afflicted with the masculine inability to do two things at once. His ability to do one thing at once can depend on an alarming number of variables. You should see him psych himself up to call in a dinner order. My God, you’d think he had to cook the curries and drive...
I was so grateful to be invited back to Big Gay Day this year. This time last year I was busy fending off serious allegations of homophobia.
It was hideous, and printed in every gay publication and website in the country. The complaint, that I'd vilified transgender people on the radio, went to the highest level of Commercial Radio Australia, the potential penalties for me and for the radio station just didn't bare thinking about. The complaint was ultimately dismissed, but you know, shit...
For a minute percentage of humans, the activity they spend the most time on, i.e. work, is also their greatest joy and passion. For the rest of us there are hobbies. They give us something to work for, come home to, and try to force our children to love. Most importantly hobbies give us an excuse to drink alone in the garage.
I've decided that my new hobby is photographing people partaking in theirs, so please let me know of any opportunities in the Brisbane/Sunshine Coast area. In the...
This picture could be of Rockhampton today, or Ballarat in September or Charleville last March. It's actually a town in Pakistan taken about 6 months ago. 20 million people were directly effected by that flood. 4.6 million Chinese people were evacuated from their homes in May 2010 when their country flooded. 23 000 people were evacuated due to flooding in Central Europe at the same time. Scary eh?
Honestly I'm not really scared about it because I just can't be bothered.
Of course...
So, back home now. Just put my two babies to bed after oodles of their favourite dinner; Dad's bolognese and a custard chaser. After dinner they sat on the floor and watched an episode of their favourite show, "Wonderpets" and then were carried to their cots, where they lay watching the usual fuss between their Dad and I over what setting to leave their air-conditioner on. How to keep them conscious of their good fortune without nagging 'til they switch off, that is the question upon which...
So very sad to be leaving Phnom Penh today. Obviously I miss my children whom I'm assured have not noticed my absence in Brisbane. I'll miss the children I've met here though. I totally understand why people like Geraldine Cox, also from Australia, come here for a holiday and spend the rest of their lives working for these kids. I'll certainly be contacting her when I get home to become a formal supporter of her work. Steve Morrish from SISHA.org is another. He is a former Australian policeman...
I was supposed to go to the animal sanctuary today. I was sitting in the back of a tuk tuk bright and early this morning having attracted much attention with my request to be taken to Phnom Tamao. Rove suggested I go as he loves it and has a tiger enclosure named in his honour. Long story short, I realised just in the nick of time what all the kerfuffel was about - the sanctuary was a two hour drive away. By the time we reached the end of the street I asked the driver to pull over so we could...
I am fried, but in a great way. I think everyone in this town in fried.
This is my second Asian experience, my first being Phuket. Phuket felt kind of professionally Asian. Like it was performing a pantomime of exotic pleasures for westerners to throw money at. I felt like there was hate behind the smiles sometimes. There was a massage place next door to our hotel, where western men impressed themselves with how little they could pay young women for hand jobs. Daughters, wives and...
In 1997, seminal British trip-hop, act Smoke City sang, “After the rain comes sun, after the sun comes rain again. After the rain comes sun, after the sun comes rain again.” How charming I thought at the time, how whimsical and post-modern to drone on endlessly of the planet’s most obvious and arguably least interesting cycle. 13 years and one very long El Nino drought later I wish the Queensland Government would re release the song as a public service announcement. Beautiful one day,...
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Marriage Sux. Mkay.
It is strange, even to me that I feel compelled to comment on the demise of Andrew G's marriage to the mysterious Noa Tishby. Strange because I neither like nor dislike Andrew G, I couldn't even be bothered looking up his last name which he prefers to "G" these days (Ginsberg?), and also because I still think of him as the long-haired guy from channel V's what u want. He was on with a great girl called Paula I think. What ever happened to her? Anyway, I am not judging Andrew's relationship...