melbourne: the arrival

The Trip Down: A slight delay in boarding and therefore departure plants a babbling worm of anxiety in my head. Rufus, it natters. You'll miss Rufus. Tess will miss Rufus, too, because you've got the tickets and you won't get there in time. (You do have the tickets, don't you?) The plane takes off a […]

melbourne: the duration

Rufus: Unless you have already fallen under the power of Rufus, you will not understand THE AWESOME of this concert. I will content myself with the comment that watching grown men in dinner suits leaping and prancing and tumbling about the stage like sprained acrobats, or truckies given their first taste of choreography, while Rufus […]

irrational = me

Blogging may get sparse in the next week or so, as the revision deathmarch loometh. I just want to be done with this draft, so I can inflict it on my tortured faithful beta readers and just ignore it, for a little while. My head, she is running dry. I have lost all ability to […]

ha! i scoff at your fears!

No wondrous stories of Bangkok to soothe my rattled and overwrought nerves? Well, I will gladly settle for a lack of terrifying stories. Accordingly, in a frenzy of post-procrastination last-minute panic, I have booked myself a holiday. In a smidge less than six weeks, I will be tripping the light fantastic to Bhutan. This of […]

you're going where…?

The deathmarch continues unabated. I have now abandoned all pretence of understanding the rules of grammar or syntax, the meaning of any given word in the english language, and indeed appropriate times to laugh or talk. Apparently you shouldn't indulge either impulse while you're alone. Who knew? Pshaw, I say. Friends and family are beginning […]

there may still be some gaps in transmission…

New passport, iPod battery backup pack, jabs for typhoid and tetanus booster (ouch, ouch), spare memory card for the camera… all check. This travelling business is expensive, and it ain't just the airfares. It's like a month-long shopping fest beforehand, and I can't tell you how much I hate shopping. So far I've managed most […]


It was 39℃ when we landed yesterday, and set to hit the same today. Burny. That is all.

five things, the adelaide version

If you've never thought of 29℃ as blessedly cool, you've never been in Adelaide during a heat-wave. I have nearly filled my 2GB memory card with photos of my grandmother's cat, Hakana. Every main street in Adelaide appears to be entirely industrial. It makes navigating disorienting and same-ish. All the houses in Adelaide are short. […]

adelaide, in pictures

Dropped in on Spawn and Brutus on the way to the airport, where Spawn takes her art seriously: and Brutus has discovered it takes work to sit: Quickly scoped out the local: Which was fortunate, as the fortitude I found via the local allowed me to endure the small eternity I spent at that other […]


The dayjob and the freelance work conspired on me, handing me a 16.5 hour workday which left me sorely in need of movement to unlock all the muscles in my back and neck that had seized up from all that typing. Not to mention sleep. In truly spectacular fashion, I fell into bed at 6:30pm […]