It struck me the other day (mired deep in an existential funk, sulking about mortality and life choices) as I packed my duffle bags for yet another relocation, that being homeless by choice rather than by circumstance is actually a bit of a luxury. Especially in the pandemic era we are living through with its … Continue reading compulsive vagrant…
Category: Grief
processing…
Back in Dubbo for a week now - a city of endless straight lines and unforgiving heat - these first 10 days of re-entry spent in a seesawing fever/fugue state brought on by the lightning fast onslaught of influenza picked up on Day 1 in Christchurch. No, it wasn't Coronavirus just a vicious flu and … Continue reading processing…
so hot right now…
36C (96.8F)... Ya know I gotta say it. It's so bloody hot today. 39.1C in Hobart last Friday was bearable - a sleepy city by the ocean, cooled by the sea breezes (even it it was a chokingly hazy breeze, thick with the smoke of countless wildfires burning Tasmanias forested areas to the bare earth). … Continue reading so hot right now…
Enroute…
Well I'm off again ... after a short 10 days home in country Australia ( which saw both fantastic heavy rainfall and storms and a visit from Prince Harry and the missus) I'm just now departing Hobart on the good old orange icebreaker - Aurora Australis - for another summer stint at Davis Station on … Continue reading Enroute…
f*cking tourists…
What a pack of bastards! They come to your country, spend a few days running around seeing the tourist sights, read a few Wikipedia articles (at the very least a travel mag article) and then have the gall to constantly Instagram or Facebook the living fuck out of the mundane places where you work, have … Continue reading f*cking tourists…
More bloody ghosts!
Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!
Here’s the thing…
...creatively, I can only seem to function in crisis mode. When things are going along nicely, my little dark wordy well of hopelessness and despair runs dry, along with any desire to write or create or share. 'Thank Fuck! - keep your whiny bullshit to yourself', you cry. Fear not and rest assured, Dear Reader, … Continue reading Here’s the thing…
‘Straya…
Time for a cheery post! Really! It's the day after Australia Day 2018 at Davis Station, and the sheer lack of people at 7am is unsurprising (considering how the evening was shaping up when I bailed at 11pm) Australia Day for us is a bit like the 4th of July in the USA, and it … Continue reading ‘Straya…
…Antarctic Riviera
I’m here. After 14 days at sea, sailing though some of the most treacherous and stormy waters on the globe; Internet and Phone free, crammed into a small cabin with my 3 new best friends and challenged by living alongside 100 new coworkers; rattled and shaken and frozen and soaked, thrown about like a kite … Continue reading …Antarctic Riviera
…holding pattern
Just submitted an application for a job - a promotion that I don't want but will probably get - while waiting to hear about an unexpected job opportunity that I didn't realise I wanted so much until today. At the same time anxiously watching the timer tick down to my "end of June" deadline for action. … Continue reading …holding pattern
Man Down! 