tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73939412011-04-22T08:38:49.150+10:00The most flawed of individuals shares some of her thoughts with a world that would read.Pickwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887094068295826067noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393941.post-1129693233899296972005-10-19T13:22:00.000+10:002005-10-19T13:40:33.926+10:00

I recently did a workshop on 'Authors with Authority' with the Queensland Writers' Centre.For this, we had to write a critique on a chapter of Joanne Carroll's An Italian Romance and write something creative of our own to throw to the lions. It was quite intimidating laying yourself open before Martin Buzacott.My critique didn't get scrutinised and my poem wasn't demolished entirely, so I thought

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I've been dreaming a lot recently. Crazy, mixed up dreams where nothing seems to make sense and if you get distracted for one moment, when you turn back to something, it isn't what it was before. I've never been one for writing down dreams, but this morning I had an appointment with someone who knows a bit about dreams, so we talked about it, and even in the retelling, I came to some realisations

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This is what my kitchen looked like the morning after I had friends over for dinner and made Japanese food for the first time in a long time. It would have been better if I'd taken snaps of the food as I'd prepared it, huh?Please note the lovely retro kitchen. That's not a trendy reworking. It's original.Anyway, want some recipes? I made:Tofu in Lime-leaf BrothSoy-marinated SalmonSpinach with

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... but Tony Abbott makes me really, really, really fucking angry.He makes me angry pretty much every time he opens his mouth. I first heard him speak in person in 1999 and I thought he was a knob then. On a panel, he attempted to hijack every question that was asked of other panellists and successfully painted himself an arrogant, narrow-minded fool. Another panellist, Tim Costello - that other

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Smoke is the most unusually-coloured of the kittens. I've never seen markings like them before. Charcoal/black on the back, tail and neck, but flip it over and you have a dark grey tabby on the legs and the mask of the face. I think Smoke might be the favourite to stay here at the moment.Smoke worries me cos he/she isn't really thriving. Far more likely to keep sleeping than eating, it's the runt

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Here, albeit somewhat belated, is Pixie and the Pixettes. I can only spot four in this piccy, but I assure you there are five!They will be two weeks old tonight and in that time have opened their eyes (on the weekend), doubled in size and started wobbling around a bit in their box.The funniest thing about wobbling around in their box with their eyes open is that they have started to play. The

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N.B. This post contains things that may induce an 'Ewww'-response. Read on at your own risk. The remainder of these italics contain a spoiler for those who intend to read on. For the squeamish, a summarised version is that my cat had kittens, got an infection and is now being treated. The kittens are cute. (Of course!)Tuesday night, when I wrote that Pix was in labour, I don't think I really

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There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.Henry van Dyke, poet(1852-1933)I'm low, but I somehow don't think an offshoot of that will be to lift my fellow-folk higher. I only wish it were so.

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Well, I bloody well should!A proper post will follow in order that I can regale you all with the wondrous tale of How Pixie Popped, but needless to say, she did - 5 times - and all is well.Singlefin was off to the pub to wet their heads, I entreat you all to do the same on my behalf.Cheers!

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Keep it quiet, cos I don't want to freak her out or anything, but I think she's in labour!Woohoo!Oops.

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I just lost a post I told Singlefin I'd write about Waiting For My Cat to Explode. Hate that. Once I lost it, I also realised I'd lost my cat, the significance of which will become apparent. I promise.'Cat?' I hear you ask. 'I thought the cat died.'She did. In four days, it will be a year. But there's a new cat. Here are the vitals: Name: Pixie Breed: Domestic Shorthair (moggie) Colour:

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It’s a rhetorical question, really, of the variety that has no answer rather than one that is obvious, I suspect, so don’t strain your brain too much trying to answer it. The new Imperfect Pedant is perhaps not always going to be a place full of sunshine and witty anecdotes. Nope, I’m not a witty anecdote kind of gal these days. Sorry, but them’s the breaks. I am currently ‘working’

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Sometimes you have to say goodbye to things before you’re ready. Often it’s beyond our control, but every now and then we do get to decide. Selecting the right time then becomes the problem. I have a non-stick frypan. Goodness knows why anyone ever makes non-stick wares because I have never known at item to remain non-stick, no matter how greatly you care for it. Of course we attempt to

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I am a bald woman.True.I have shaved off my 'amazing' hair. I did it for the Leukaemia FoundationI raised about $2000 for it, with some money still to come in from pledges, selling it on ebay (I did, too!!!) and from the wig-makers who are buying the by-product. Not a bad effort, really.Do I regret it? Well, it certainly feels strange, and I forget about it, so get as much of a shock from the

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Tim Tams. Need I say more? Finding gems like this. Realising that in 9 days, I'm going to be on a plane and heading on a Far North adventure. Making 13 year-olds laugh and pull expressions that indicate that I'm a fruitcake. As if! The excitement expressed by my dogs at the simple pleasure of riding in the car whilst I back out of the garage and through the gates. Good enough.

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I bought some writing paper with that insignia on it a few months ago. I was redirecting my penchant to write, but like some things do, it dried up and here I am. Again.We never go back, even if we want or intend to, but sometimes it's worth revisiting old ground to see if it still has something to offer you. Or you it. So, with my feet widely planted, I am back and ready to take a different

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