Nerdy Bits

In which I try to enlarge my brain

A WIGWAM FOR A GOOSE’S BRIDLE

Having lived all my life in country towns, I thought I had a solid collection of good old fashioned idoms and expressions. ‘I can’t, I’ve got a bone in my leg,’ is one example, used by my father when he’s asked to do something he’d rather not. ‘That wind would blow a sailor of your sister,’ is another. But when, for research purposes, I recently asked a group of Australians (via […]

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WHAT THIS OLD THING?

I’ve made a rash resolution. Quite loudly, to a number of people, which means there’s no going back. So I might as well put it here too, just to firm up my resolve even further. Here it is: I will stop buying new clothes. I’m not a massive shopper by any means, but I probably have a higher wardrobe turnover than the average person. I’m not very good at planning […]

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THE DYSLEXIC BRAIN

Here’s yet another brainy thing to be aware about because dum dum de dum, OCTOBER IS DYSLEXIA AWARENESS MONTH! Woo-hoo!!! (send in that confetti and SFX that people can do on their smart phones and I did once or twice by accident but can’t remember how). So here I am, making you aware. I have necessarily been hyper-aware of dyslexia over the last few years, since it was revealed that […]

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Whingey Wednesday

I’m regularly disillusioned about things on a Tuesday morning. I blame ABC’s Four Corners on Monday nights. This week the disillusionment has leached into Wednesday. Last week it was the terrible reality that there is a rogue black market for the dumping of shitloads of rubbish in the Hawskbury region of NSW. Also that it’s far cheaper to buy new glass products than to recycle glass, and that there are […]

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HELLO…

(…it’s me. I was wondering if after all this time you’d like to meet; to go over everything…) SORRY for having not been in touch for an extended time. I haven’t even popped in to to leave a little silly ditty or a scrap of pathetic poetry. I do have an excuse, but I can’t reveal yet what it is. Let’s just call it a project (Ah what’s she up […]

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My Place in Space

My ten year olds are doing a project called, “My Place in Space”. Helping them with their research has served me up a big dose of ‘cosmic vertigo’, which is (according to the ABC Radio podcast of the same name) “that dizzy felling you get when you think about the incomprehensible scale of space”. It could also be described as having your mind blown. I remember that the infinite scale […]

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Fucked Up Friday

There are some truly fucking fucked up people in the world aren’t there. And if you feel offended by my language then stop reading now probably because I might get more fucking colourful on account of those fuckers who do stuff like shoot lions and other fucking fucked up stuff way more offensive than saying fuck a bit lot. I’m grumpy and may or may not be a few days […]

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Marriage, Flesh, Love and Bishops.

The United States has become the 21st country to legalise same sex marriage. To this, I say a good old fashioned yankee doodle YEEEEEHAAAAAAAA! How did they do this? Well the courts ruled that the denial of marriage licenses to same sex couples violates the Due Process and the Equal Protection clauses of the 14th amendment of the US Constitution. Just to be clear, the Due Process Clause prohibits state […]

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WHAT AM I? (Brush up on: Subcultures)

I recently had 5 days in Byron Bay with 13 school friends. I loved Byron Bay, it’s beautiful and happy and sort of drowsy despite all the active-probiotic protein balls. But 5 days is probably my limit before I start morphing into some sort of ageing hippy. On the morning of day 5 – having fought off the anklet urge on day 2 – I was contemplating buying a kimono […]

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THINGS I LEARNT THIS YEAR (and a resounding happy new one)

Yesterday I learnt (from the discovery ranger at Mt Field National Park) that wombat poos is square so it doesn’t roll away when a wombat leaves their little pile (usually on top of a rock or stump) to mark their territory. Ain’t evolution amazing. Anti-roll poos. Maybe one day evolution will lead to anti-skid poos in humans. Then mothers wouldn’t have to clean the shitters all the bloody time. Or […]

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