I’ve decided on a few goals for 2017. One: get published in Voiceworks or other Aussie Lit. Journal. Two: Don’t start another Goodreads reading challenge. Two and a half: Finish reading Infinite Jest. Three: Try not to believe in the meaning of numbers. I’m going atheist on the whole number subject. In 2015 I set […]Read more "Advice from the Good Doctor Garden"
Down with the big city. Bright lights don’t draw me in. I’m not a moth. I’m not a fly. Zap me with sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, not Gucci or Prada or Culture Kings. Well, actually, bright lights are pretty nice now and then. But after a while, the bug-zapping effect becomes too much. Before my […]Read more "Bonica and the Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 3"
Melbourne is now an old friend to me. We first met while I was in highschool. I’d taken a bus there with my group of screaming, flatulent Year 10s on a field trip that was designed to highlight the cultural side of Australia. Ever since then, Melbourne has been my New York, a city of […]Read more "Bonica and the Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 2"
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Bonica attempted to shout over the music and through the morning softness at the back of her throat. “MEL-BOURRRRNE.” I replied with a heartily, ridiculously, rolled R-R-R-R. I tugged on the bottom of my hastily-neatened beard and squinted my eyes against the rising sun. I was driving into that morning orb, […]Read more "Bonica and The Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 1"
“I’m going to see Buddha if it kills me! It should be right around here.” It’s a bit of a cliché to start off a sentence with “It’s a bit of a cliché…” but… It’s a bit of a cliché to call a hill “rolling”, but the bubbling green mounds around Sellick’s Beach’s Nan Hai […]Read more "On the Electric Holy Road Again (or: Blasting Through the Peninsula in a Rainbow-Powered Sedan)"
The fisherman, silhouetted against a cool sun, cast out his line and caused a barely perceptible ripple in the middle of the wide, watery mirror that is Lake Como, Italy. Across from my vantage point – a rock wall above stranded and bobbing boats – I could see the slowly rising mountains and the tiny […]Read more "The Holy Off-Season on Lake Como"
I’m not going to lie and say the past four months since my return to Adelaide have been super eezy breezy… Nor will I lay and say they’ve been terrible. They’ve just sort of happened, flown past at the speed of time-spent-busy. Without the opportunity of a quick jaunt to Belgium or Estonia, a party […]Read more "Zen and the Art of Mindful Hiking"