Stray thoughts, tamed.
Sketches in ink - 4 Anyone can blog using WordPress and an iPhone. It is annoying that you have to toggle the keyboard view for punctuation marks, but may well lead to shorter sentences. In my case, this could be a good thing. I have not synchronised what will soon be referred to as my... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 3 We had a picnic on a beach in Caloundra today, which involved making our own sandwiches with fresh wholewheat bread and a variety of foodstuffs all neatly packed in plastic containers. It was a cloudy day and at some point we were swimming in warm, pleasant sea in the rain.... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink – 2 Eat Street is the name of an open-air food market in Brisbane. We went there for early evening dinner. The place was teeming with consumers of this markedly consumer society. Numerous stalls were selling dishes from many different nationalities, and there were a few arts and crafts stalls. It seemed crass,... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink – 1 I cannot pretend that the New Year's Eve dinner of linguine with prawns I enjoyed in the company of eleven other people originally from Zimbabwe amid intense heat and humidity at a marina on the outskirts of Brisbane, Australia, where I am currently on holiday, is responsible for the lethargy of... Continue Reading →
A story as told to me by my father (79) a few days ago. I don't know where, but when I was about five Squeak∗ got hold of a pellet gun and he and Jack went off with Pat Cloete. Pat Cloete was naughty; he was always naughty and always getting into trouble. Next thing... Continue Reading →
~Sources of Joy ~ Day 208 I have been logging in my various sources of joy on Facebook instead of here for far too long. It was less time-consuming, and on that platform I do not feel obliged to provide a picture to go with the story. Here is what turned out to be a... Continue Reading →
In my world, words on boxes have to make sense.
Sources of Joy - Day 99 ... calling the kettle black. I almost destroyed the kettle through negligence – otherwise known as being in the zone or absentmindedness, whichever you prefer. After a second, more vigorous, attempt yesterday, I restored the item in question to its former glory. I have not used it yet. I am... Continue Reading →
Sources of Joy - Day 98 This blog has to be brief. My early night (just before midnight) starts in half an hour. The morning was productive. I was beautifully focused and business-like. I managed to fend off getting entangled in a conversation with the landlady, her mother and her two grandchildren when they came... Continue Reading →
Sources of Joy - Days 96 and 97 Perhaps I have been unduly influenced by a curious blend, inter alia∗, of pop psychology, New Age thinking and French literary trends c. 1920–1960. Today's events on my little planet revolved around the theme of choice, something I expounded upon at length for about a decade straddling... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 