I just don't have the health to keep on steadily going here. To get anywhere on Steemit requires tenacity, and while I have a great deal of that in my natural character, MECFS steals it away, day after

My energy levels have been down again recently. There is nothing more frustrating than having to micromanage your energy levels when that means writing is off the cards for another day. Not when writing

Friday night you cleaned your coffee mug before you left. Doing something nice for your future self, your workmate said. It took you 38 years to understand why people make their beds. Pic mine

*Collins Street, 5pm - John Brack. Image, National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Purchased, 1956. © National Gallery of Victoria It's been a big fortnight in Australia for white men who are unnerved

This is a photograph of the DNA of an artist. No shit. It ribboned out of the microscope and flooded the scientist with joy. When they opened up Vincent on the cold old slab out flew hummingbirds. We are

I remember, with shame but also some amusement at what a small-minded fuckwit I was, an occasion when I was a teenager yelling in the street at an old lady I did not know. An unhappy,

I have just finished reading the latest Daily Review column by Helen Razer, who I love and who raved as is her fashion about naughtily berating a fellow dinner party diner recently. The diner apparently

Fairfax and Channel 9 are to merge. This is the final nail in the coffin for corporate-free bias for the likes of The Age . Surely now it's time for Australians to start seriously considering co-op media

CC0 Walt Whitman once said we contain multitudes. If Walt Whitman was in a psychiatrist's office in the 21st century, he'd probably get lumped with a diagnosis, dumped on Seroquel, and refused his place

What a jolly load of fun @blacklux has got us into! She began this story. Then she handed it on to @ginnyannette for Chapter 2. Then she handed it on to @riverflows for Chapter 3. And she handed it to

Reflection This song lyric reminds me to not hide my brokenness from myself. Life breaks us. But that is not the end of the story, not for Japanese pottery and not for us. Our societies often tell us we

Learn to be a foreign correspondent in your own country question its motives policies & procedures laws are dead without spirit Learn to be a foreign correspondent in your own mind four-wheel-driving

I don't suppose I would have begun watching it if it wasn't for my partner being into cycling. it is my ninth year watching it now, and every year it's the romance of it which takes me over. It is quite

We are the people of the land of Phraseos. We live underground the city of Istanbul and you above-grounders don't even understand the power you have over us here. We live literally within the idioms, phrases,

Last night I sat in a dentist chair and had my first ever adult tooth pulled from my head. It didn't hurt so much as be massively uncomfortable. It felt like the dentist was pulling my skull out through

I grew up in Australia. Big skies tend to set your standards. When I was a child and we went to the country farm of my cousins, I always felt something unrolling in me at the sight of great swathes of

CC0 Dad never let me play on the grand piano. Said no, it wasn't for children, and it wasn't for other grown ups either. Nobody except for him. Not even Mum or Auntie Hattie were allowed to play on it.

CC0 Creativity is child's play. When you're an adult, though, it's sometimes hard to get back to those spaces that you took to without thinking as a child. Thinking - that's the problem. "But here’s

I think I spend a great deal of time being in perpetual amazement at living in this time. There is so much vision and breadth and poetry and besuty and there is so much of its opposite, and even though

CC0 I have given into temptation and started watching the latest home renovation show where teams renovate each others' houses. I was being good for a while, only watching the end-of-week round-up episode