Joan Didion leaves Twitter.
Well, no. Joan Didion is no longer with us, sadly. But this bit at McSweeney’s by Devorah Blachor is a lovely homage to Didion’s style in Goodbye to all that.
Well, no. Joan Didion is no longer with us, sadly. But this bit at McSweeney’s by Devorah Blachor is a lovely homage to Didion’s style in Goodbye to all that.
I did something I haven't done in a long time over the weekend. I stopped at McDonald's for breakfast. I had to get up to Ipswich early to help a mate of mine get his old man out of the nursing home and back to his place for the day. I left early thinking I could get something like a coffee and a bacon-and-egg roll on the way. There’s a place in West End, a greasy spoon I really like, where you can get a ‘tradies breakfast’ for $7.50.
Really good piece over at Jason’s blog about the difficulty of surrender in war. It morphs into a longer meditation on the atrocity of war. Worth a read.
Every time I leave the house, this little idiot tries to follow me. She absolutely will not hear that she was not meant to walk the earth at my side. This is her, about 300 metres from home, insisting that she tag along on my post-lunch constitutional.
Props to Maz Jovanovich for finding this map which looks like a fantasy world but is very real if you’re a fish, or an admiral.
I finished my black belt grading last night after long months of assessment, two years of disruption (thanks, Miss Rona), and many years of training.
I used to enjoy trolling people who loved soccer, but then I realised I was being a gigantic fuckwit. I still don’t like the game. But so what? Billions of people love it and it’s a tiny little dick move to troll them for their love.