Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Monday 8 to Sunday 14 June 2020 was another unproductive week, alas, thanks to the coronablues. It also saw the start of a police search in the valley below.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 524: Coronablues and a corpse, probably”
Monday 1 to Sunday 7 June 2020 took us into the eleventh week of COVID-19 lockdown and beyond, but with restrictions starting to be lifted in NSW I managed to get to the pub. Twice. And Quolliver the Adventure Quoll came with me.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 523: Finally getting out to the pub”
Ten weeks of COVID-19 lockdown. In the week of Monday 25 to Sunday 31 May 2020 we heard that some restrictions will be lifted in NSW, and the United States descended into chaos. This photo of Sydney Harbour Bridge is an attempt to cheer me up. It has failed.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 522: And now America burns…”
In my week of Monday 18 to Sunday 24 May 2020 I shed a tear when I saw how some of our international students are having to be supported by ad hoc community charities. Our governments have failed.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 521: The true grind of the Quarantimes”
Thanks to the COVID-10 lockdown and, it must be admitted, quite a bit of laziness, the entirety of my week of Monday 11 to Sunday 17 May 2020 was spent less than 50 metres from my bed. Well, from the house. I did get out of bed a bit.
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My week of Monday 4 to Sunday 10 May 2020 saw lots of talking, a little bit of writing, and a birthday party via video conference. That last bit worked better than I expected. Sunday was a far shorter day than most, for some reason.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 519: Walking past a derelict hotel is a metaphor for something”