
As I sat drinking red wine and discussing politics with the Snarky Platypus yesterday, the lighting on this plant at the Coopers Hotel, King Street, Newtown, caught my eye. Anyone know what it’s called?

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!

As I sat drinking red wine and discussing politics with the Snarky Platypus yesterday, the lighting on this plant at the Coopers Hotel, King Street, Newtown, caught my eye. Anyone know what it’s called?
“Ladies and Gentlemen, behold the Internet!” I said the other day. And indeed there was a picture. Today, I can bring you another. Behold! White. Nose. Hair. No, I guess it’s not quite the same…
I should mention that most of my photos I’ve been posting here lately have been taken with my Nokia N80 Nseries “multimedia phone”. Not too foul for a camera with a lens the size of a burst pimple.

For today’s strategic planning session, we booked the executive boardroom at Rydges North Sydney. This was our view. Remember, this is the middle of winter in Sydney. Hello, London. 😉

I sometimes wonder whether the major cause of stress is the simple fact that us urban humans are too disconnected from Nature. We are mammals, after all. Like every other living thing on the planet, we must be connected to the natural rhythms of seasons and tides, storms and sunny days.
Last weekend we experienced a massive storm and I took a photo of a broken umbrella. Then over the subsequent days I started to notice how the world responded…

I took this photograph at Stanmore railway station the other day. It was warmer then.