Kirsten just asked me how to find particular images on the web. I told her to search Google, so she did. Her search term: “Search”.
I have been going through the 200+ megabytes of my past web work, and i found an archived copy of snotbiscuit, an inspiration for many of us in the heady days of 1999. *sob* pinkjoint – the perfect house. This is not my website, but it is part of the cherished history of the web… Continue reading snotbiscuit
Friday was my first traditional Anzac Day. By this, I mean it was the first time I went to a pub, got pissed and played two-up. I will be doing it again, it was great fun. I went to the Clovelly Hotel with Mel and Cath etc. The hotel had constructed a stadium around the… Continue reading The ANZAC Spirit
A week ago I was trekking through the mountains, above the tree line, in a blizzard. Now I am sitting in my comfortable study, using my plentiful electricity. I have all the conveniences that progress can offer, but something is missing. I don’t feel alive like I did on that mountain, and no amount of… Continue reading Overland, Overseas
I am sitting in a bar on Brunswick St, Fitzroy. As is my custom, my hair has been freshly cut by Simon from Biba. This time I will remember to take photos while it is still fresh, so I have something to show the hairdressers in Sydney. It is too expensive to fly to Melbourne… Continue reading JetSet