Somewhere over the evolution of humanhood the word ‘blog’ was invented. Apparently it stems from the
word ‘weblog’ that floated down from some other far away land of ‘ummm… i don’t know… what do you think we should call its?’
Like ‘tapirs’, for example.
This is my 246th consecutive post. I’m not really sure what ‘blog’ means. But I am writing my ass off and learning shit loads. Continue reading…
This is a short story I submitted for the One book many Brisbanes comp that happens every year in my current city of residence. They knocked it back… suckers.
THE TENDER CALCULATION OF REGRET’S DISCOVERY
Brisbane is roughly 25,652 kilometres from New York City, give or take a few. When I left Manhattan, my shrink told me that I was approximately 14.7 years away from killing myself. This gave me a life expectancy of roughly 38.5.
Over the past two years the accent I arrived with has finally softened. I know to say ‘Bris-bin’ instead of ‘Bris-bane’ and can even get away with the occasional ‘mate’. I have a unique appreciation for blending in, keeping a low profile.
I’ve learnt a lot since moving to Brisbane. I learnt that the scent of jasmine in Roma Street Parkland on a spring afternoon is more intoxicating than anything I ever bought from the dealers up on Dyer Avenue in the Bronx. I learnt that for less than three bucks you can ride the City CAT up and down the Brisbane River all day undisturbed.
That’s where I met Matiu. Continue reading…
As we are slowly learning, although I try to stay away from them… politics fascinate me.
Liberal Treasurer in Western Australia, Troy Buswell, might get sacked after a Greens MP came forward about an affair the two public servants were having.
Like Bill and Monica, for example. Continue reading…
Now and then I catch a glimpse of a news story regarding yet another idiot Yankee celebrity coming to Australia and making fools out of themselves. Continue reading…
I kind of figured that once I started posting work all over the Internet I’d get plagiarized sooner or later. The other day I was having a read of other ‘Writers’ that I’ve come across since starting my wordly mission back in September.
One of the ‘Writers’ has been posting work over the past few weeks with exact phrases from some of my pieces recently featured here. I think my reaction to the scenario says a lot about who I am as an Artist so I’d like to share it with all of you, my loyal cult. Continue reading…
Once upon a time I lived in a one bedroom cottage on Separation Street in Northcote and would peddle push bikes to Dan Murphy’s in Fairfield after my car got stolen, used in a robbery, and lit on fire in front of the Melbourne Zoo.
That was when I lived in Collingwood… Continue reading…
I’ve gotten two rejection letters in the past week after submitting a micro-fiction piece and some poetry. Continue reading…
Some of you might recall me complaining about Australian singers the Veronicas and Delta Goodrem back in December. The only thing I loathe more than advertising are supposable ‘celebrities’ trying to
sell me shit. And bloody Delta takes the cake. Continue reading…
As we’ve been over, my entire family reigns from Jersey. Continue reading…
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY! Although the festivities have concluded on official Oz time, we’re just setting off in my current hemisphere of residence. Aussie Aussie Aussie!!! Continue reading…
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