I Think I Need a Backcountry Bed
Elizabeth Yesterday I looked at a recommended sleeping bag – recommended by the authors of the Bike Touring Survival Guide. It’s called a Backcountry Bed by Sierra Designs and is amazing…
I Needed a Distraction to Keep from Over Thinking
I’ve concluded that had it not been Learning German with Christoph Waltz it’d have been something else. That subconsciously I needed a way to avoid over-thinking and over planning my…
Is this heaven? No, it’s Bundeena – No 38 Horderns (21 December 2014)
This summer’s beaches have created challenges. I should have begun with No 35 Gunyah (Brooklyn) – up on the Hawkesbury – but it can only be reached from the water…
My Big Ideas About Bicycling and the Cities We Ride In
Forget about the damned motor car and build cities for lovers and friends – Lewis Mumford In January 2011 I gave this 15-minute presentation to the Australian Cycling Conference in…
I Think You Must Leave Australia to Become Fully Australian – No 36 Gunyah (Bundeena) 23 November
It’s late November and this is only the first beach of the summer. I’ve been delayed by the hopes of sticking to my rule of visiting the beaches in strictly…
“Who Do You Think You Are?” with Andrew Denton
Remember when I said I’d take a break from Holocaust stuff? I think you send a vibe of interest into the universe and queue stuff up to come to you…
No 34: Great Mackerel – 22 June 2014
On Friday I woke to a radio program about ceremonies people create for themselves. A caller described a women’s winter solstice ceremony she had been conducting for some years. The…
No 33: Grand Flaneur – 9 February 2014
I have been looking forward to this: the westernmost beach in Sydney. Grand Flaneur Beach is on Chipping Norton Lake in Liverpool. This would be different. The day is hot…
No 32: Gibson’s Beach – 2 February 2014
Living in Sydney brings joy to my life. Even when all else is shit, when plans fail, promises are broken and my mood is sour to see Sydney Harbour, the…
Am I missing myself?
I’ve been feeling a bit weird. I wonder if I miss the me that I was when, in my marriage, I had a sort of blind certainty about the future.…