Out here at the farm, in the sticks, the boondocks, there’s usually one thing you can count on to be lovely. And that’s an evening of rain. But, like the incidence of rain itself, rural Australia is a fickle mistress. Listening to the storm outside, I was happily holed up in my bedroom, watching … Continue reading
2020, what a shitshow, and I don’t just mean the bushfires. Or the pandemic. I mean, a few weeks ago, right about the time the United States was clearing out their own shit, so was I. Rest assured, since moving to the farm, I have managed to avoid anything too gross. There was a frog … Continue reading
Things suck at the moment, don’t they? The threat of nuclear war. Cyber and workplace bullying. Sexual harassment. Every pop icon of our eighties childhood dying. Terrorists. Sydney house prices. It all sucks. There’s something to be said for the saturation of information and opinion presented as fact on social media channels encouraging severe anxiety … Continue reading
