I used to quite like those affable guys, the punks. I found that more often than not, for all their posturing and mock-aggression, the signed up members of this desperate attempt at forging a credible post-hippy subculture proved to be quite lovely and sensitive .. it was a cry for help - a rather poetical …
Following a successful conference in Silicon Valley and some ultra-vexatious logistical hurdles while relocating to San Francisco, this morning I checked into a hotel in the Bay Area - mentally already able to sense the cool sheets that would soon be enveloping my aching bones. After two previous attempts to get suitable accommodation, relieved to …
Continue reading About six on the Richard scale or going with the flow – there is a difference
Good to back in Silicon Valley again taking in a dose of fresh laid-back sunshine along with updates on the latest developments in cyber security, artificial intelligence and cloud computing.
I know who I'd like to have by my side when the Pommes Gratin are down. Also love the hotel's (read: pub's) name. Sounds like the drinking hole's shingle ought to have my mug on it. I'd be proud to... Reminds me of one of the first things my biological mother told me when we …
One of the reasons I've been finding things so tough, even on top of the YOPD, is that I don't really fit the mould. Never have, not any mould... After another long but ultimately good day I found myself prostrate on the Queensize at around 2am, having somehow dragged my trusted Chromebook and Pixel phone …
Being au fait with the inner workings of news media, I tend to enjoy the reactions of others as they have their buttons are pressed without even realising it. It's actually fun being able to see this crafty process from both angles, as if my eyes can straddle both sides of a magical two-way looking …
Choice on the telly right now: some AFL meat heads bumping into each other in Brisbane or The Richard of Oz ... Hey, that reminds me of that website The Wizard of Oz, youse should have a squiz (slang alert). Easy choice for those of us bursting with masculine confidence as well as artistic sensitivity.
A few weeks ago on a bright early Sunday morning after having Ubered two girls back to their respective homes following what most likely had been 'a big night', I noticed I was quite close to Bouddi National Park. Climbing the gorgeous steep hills in the trusted Holden (one of those winding and twisting mountain …
Continue reading Fear and self-loathing – a pitfall of one’s own making
Just got back from Officeworks where I scanned some recent specialists' reports to send on to Parkinson's NSW in preparation of yet another claim for NDIS support, only to learn via SMS that once again, my precious Newstart payments have been suspended. This, farcically, is because I've been remiss in not having pounded the streets …
Continue reading School of hard knocks – can I go home now, please?
Hanging in there, Strappado-style ... that seems to be my mantra at the present time. It's so interesting - albeit in a thoroughly 'you shouldn't have' soul-destroying way - to detect just to what extent the mind can influence so much of our general well-being. While I've always been partial to the mountain high-valley low …
Tomorrow should be an interesting day. I'll be rocking up (read turning up) at the agency here on the Coast in charge of helping me find part-time work. This, if you remember, is a requirement for me to be able to receive the token support of $516 per fortnight. This new person, I couldn't quite …
Just now, on a bright sunny Monday on the cusp of Spring - and feeling hopelessly prone to the new unwelcome, overbearing lodger D. E. Pression (he just turned up one day and I can't seem to shake him) - I thought to myself, 'Could stay at home until I feel better.' I was, admittedly, …
In a bid to keep training my voice until such time as a speech therapist may be engaged, every now and then I will inflict the odd reading of something or other on you, long-suffering reader. Of course you already know you can find my regular poetry readings here. Today's offering is by that infamous …
Yesterday I had some business to attend to in the Big Smoke, and I tried to avoid the early rush hour traffic pouring into the city centre through the northern suburbs by parking my car at a railway station in the outer outskirts, after which I ambled into town enjoying a so-called quiet cabin on …
Naturalmente, .. the show must go on...
A ghost, a shell A left over half-memory of what - on earth - I might have been. Burning bridges while I stride, Leaving those around me, pre-emptive strikes. Lest they, like me, find out too soon Once again, a wager lost. Trust placed in me - a darkened horse. What crazy odds.. Could've stayed …
In a country where not that long ago but certainly pre-Turnbull days, it would have been quite feasible to find oneself downing a scooner in shorts and T-shirt (I won't say singlet) while standing at the bar of a hotel (read pub) next to the Prime Minister or other such exalted presence, equally dressed in …
Continue reading The art of looking good while feeling utterly disposable
Where on earth to start ... getting a tad tired of the old Luctor et Emergo. Decided to ditch the Madopar, it was debilitating and denigrating. Back to the old Kinson drawing board again.
Don't forget, the only prerogative we blokes have is that we are given permission to grow more distinguished as we get older. Have a ripper mate..
Ground control calling Major Rick...
Debriefing/de-mob process has been initiated.. ... and relax ..
On the caffeine progress front things are looking up. Yesterday, I only spilt half my latte, with the passengers's seat bearing the brunt of the slip-up on this occasion. Am just checking in to say, I'll be enjoying a much needed self-imposed retreat, away from the social media minutiae and most other temporal distractions. So, …
Woke up on the sofa at 6am, happy to have had a lie-in. As it had been a rather horrific night, I was keen to see daylight so I jumped up, had a five minute shower and was out the door like a flash... Oh wait, no that must have been a dream or one …
I love a thing we Aussies have, it's called Council Cleanup or Pickup or whatever. What it boils down to is, that if you have some old crap you'd like to rid yourself or your husband of (e.g. his much loved abominably decorative 80s jumpers ..), you simply put it on your doorstop where it …
Continue reading Parkinson’s schmarkinson’s – where there’s a will there’s a way
It's quite a weird kind of disease, I find. Although of course I can't really compare it, thank God, to any other serious ailment as this YOPD is certainly - so far - the biggest curve ball I've been thrown, and yes I'm including my erstwhile hypo-mania/Bipolar disorder/poetic idiosyncrasies*. And it's so peculiar that after …
Funny, the things you unearth when - after a few decades of roaming around this ole world - you feel as though maybe, just maybe you've ended up somewhere you could tentatively imagine you could start breathing and stop treading water... (mixed metaphor alert). Opened another box I had lost sight of for years and …
Estoy dentro de tu maravilloso corazón, Cara Mia. Que sera, sera..
FAO of all those nice people all over the world who can't help staring at my incessant fumbling, stumbling, stammering and shaking. Believe it or not, there is still a sentient being in there somewhere.
