Still Life With Cat

Loth to let the litblog thing go altogether, though one has tried and failed to keep it up at more than one site, one is having yet another ...

One of Joni MItchell's relatively early songs begins like this: Papa's faith is people Mama she believes in cleaning Papa's f...

Time to go to the optometrist. Yes yes I've been saying that for a while now; I was hoping to outlast the fashion for rectangular retro-...

Beyond the fact that s/he appears to hail from Sydney I have not yet (not that I've tried very hard so far) found a clue to who the Loon...

Malcolm Fraser has left the Liberal Party , and poor Margaret Simons , who as the co-author of Fraser's political memoirs has known for ...

Is there some even more than usually sinister plot in the media to use language to confuse and discombobulate the populace? I refer, of cour...

For the second time in as many weeks I have hit the 'publish this post' button instead of the 'save as draft' button, exposi...

... after last week, when the David Campbell ministerial car gay sex club Channel Seven revenge thingy broke in Sydney on the same day that ...

Several days ago I told myself that if I'd heard nothing by lunchtime on Wednesday then I would give up, and then I would refocus and mo...

Some time in the last few hours, the visitor stats here (not unique visits, of course -- my freebie basic-level counter doesn't do anyth...

What I'm mainly learning is the extent to which political tribalism blinds most of the populace to the actual facts of a politician'...

It was hard, particularly as the radio was on in the car on a shopping expedition so I only caught bits of it, to concentrate on what was ac...

Comment moderation has been turned on. Temporarily, I hope.

It's getting worse . Two days in a row now: yesterday the cold-call charity, today the podiatrist. Is there anyone out there in either t...

The man who might be our next Prime Minister by the end of the year is telling primary school students in my own home city of Adelaide, whi...

Catherine Deveny, in the course of 'standing by her Logies tweets' (and now that I've typed that out, excuse me while I go and h...

A paradox: when you're in the grip of literature -- of poetics, rhetoric, narrative, drama, symbolism, metaphor, style, grammar, diction...

So since when was calling a bigot a bigot a gaffe? Askin'.

If you have to write short reviews of the four novels you've read in the last week and you find you've mislaid one of the novels and...