The tunnel, the statue, the plume and the blue warehou
https://www.smh.com.au/national/toppling-statues-won-t-be-enough-to-save-us-from-the-next-great-dying-20200625-p5566g.html
POWERHOUSE STEAMING DOWN
The other (city) end of the Parramatta Powerhouse catastrophe is every bit as destructive of precious public assets… https://www.smh.com.au/national/powerhouse-museum-will-run-out-of-puff-in-parramatta-20200618-p553yc.html
SOME SATURDAY
So we scarpered on down to the farm to collect the fridge. That sounds so simple and would have been, had not the sparky texted as we were sitting in the drenching Friday arvo rush-hour out of Sydney to say he’d be there the next
Poor Old Parra
https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/parramatta-should-be-our-jewel-but-we-ve-trashed-its-treasures-20200611-p551so.html
SWIM LIKE SEAWEED
Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water…Pandemic Lessons in Patience #65. https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/take-a-number-the-rules-of-synchronised-socially-distanced-swimming-20200604-p54zo1.html
Wound willy nilly into a fat tail event
What a punishment, egad. A forced morning meander through the Sydney autumn. Back in March when E, forcibly exiled from her beloved film studies in the UK, squeaked back in under the closing portcullis, we had little choice but to quarantine at the farm. (The
Calling to the revolution, will you be long?
We’ve all been partying too hard, too long. Universities have been partying harder than most. Is this the moment for revolution? https://www.smh.com.au/national/the-decline-of-universities-where-students-are-customers-and-academics-itinerant-workers-20200528-p54xbd.html
A hole in the ground
There was no dunny. The cabin had been erected early July but, come September, there was still no dunny. It had to be off-grid, of course, composting, nothing out the other end but inoffensive garden-friendly fertiliser. With a bit of research I’d found a system
Wombat gods
Teddy snoozing in the sun So I was bracing myself to rebut some of the recent Covid-shutdown-slapdown on social media because I’m tired of being pilloried for things I didn’t say. In the end, though, I couldn’t stomach any more aggro. Fear brings out the
The Shed I Wanted
I wanted to build a shed. Not a house, a shed. The fact was clearer in my mind than the reasons. A shed, especially of the three-wall hayshed variety, sounds cold, gaunt, comfortless – so how to explain my chronic shed-o-philia? My love of what