Today’s blog is just a couple of photos I have recently developed, but were taken back in April.
This pair of billboards are in the main street of a truck-stop town, Oudomxai, which sits along the main route from China down to Thailand. The two billboards seem to reflect the ’soft communism’ by which the nation […]
For years, I have always told everyone that the heat doesn’t bother me. Even this summer, which has had some toasty days, I have continued to shrug with indifference.
But now I have to admit - here and now, in this very blog - I have to admit, this heat is getting just a little bit […]
As you can see here, THE fashion craze of the millennium is growing more popular by the day. This photo from Footscray markets in Melbourne:
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Friday afternoon:
discovered that a new restaurant has opened in Chinatown, calling itself ‘Jubilant Snack’. immediately notified Amelia by SMS, so that she could share my excitement at these Chinglish developments.
sitting outside a cafe in Gouger Street, many people dropped by for small talk. Watched another restaurant, Gaucho’s, burn down, along with many other spectators, some […]
Wandering the shops of Melbourne has reaquainted me with the fantastic range of small-press books which seem to be flowering from the more fertile corners of this dusty land. I purchased Transparent Skin, one of the various books available by Anthony Ridelll [sic]. He has a very idiosyncratic style of flowing words together, constantly changing […]
Yesterday evening I was walking through the sunny streets of Melbourne, when I came upon an old lady pottering about the footpath, collecting all the tiny dried leaves that littered the pavement, and putting them into a milk carton. She hadn’t even opened up the top of the milk carton – she was shoving each […]
I have just finished reading El Coronel No Tiene Quien Le Escriba (Nobody Writes to the Colonel) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It tells of an old couple in a remote village of an unnamed South American country. They are slowly dying of poverty, or at least the hunger and illness that it promotes. The Colonel’s […]
Last night I went to a party on the beach in the dark. I arrived alone at 3am, unable to tell if I knew anyone or not. So I danced in the ocean in a loincloth, biding my time until sunrise.