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9781742614250just finished the art of belonging.  as I’m about to move to a new suburb hughs fictional town really resonated with me.  I hope my town is like his fictional one with lots of community

another awesome night at the treehouse last night.  great to have regular watering holes


How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong.

We say bread and it means according to which nation.

French has no word for home, and we have no word for strict pleasure.

A people in northern India is dying out because their ancient tongue has no words for endearment.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

Maybe the Etruscan texts would finally explain why the couples on their tombs are smiling. And maybe not.

When the thousands of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated, they seemed to be business records.

But what if they are poems or psalms?

My joy is the same as twelve Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.

O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper, as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.

Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts of long-fibered Egyptian cotton.

My love is a hundred pitchers of honey.

Shiploads of thuya are what my body wants to say to your body.

Giraffes are this desire in the dark.

Perhaps the spiral Minoan script is not language but a map.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.

last night a bunch of us went and saw a local artist, vendulka.  very talented.  we drank too much but had a good time


just had a week off in sydney.  caught up with some frinds old and new.  lovely to do something else for a little bit although staying in sydney was expensive…

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dinner with my dad, auntie and uncle last night.  I like the pic of my uncle bob…

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every year my street has a picnic in the park before xmas.


in gareema pl….


went to michaels 50th on sat night.  good night…

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me and my mo, just going for a ride