Of haunted skies
I’ve always thought storm clouds to be beautiful. Often when I’m sad I’ll reach for a work that resides in…
I’ve always thought storm clouds to be beautiful. Often when I’m sad I’ll reach for a work that resides in…
And now that the world has lost such a fine mind, a novelist, a scientist, a local, and a woman with a way with words, I can only stare numbly at the gap in my bookshelf.
This is for you, Mister Asimov. This is my unwritten letter. With the warmest of affection and the greatest of admiration.
The Macquarie Dictionary is “Australia’s National dictionary”. But it also feels like it is ours. It has our slang, both old and new, and it captures the subtleties of Australian English. It’s also where we can find beautiful regional words and phrases, like three-corner jack.
At hour 11, just to keep pushing, I found myself writing when I had forgotten how to write a proper sentence. How can that be good for me? Because, despite that, I was still writing.
I’m a fan of both China Miéville and James Tiptree, Jr. (aka Alice Sheldon). You couldn’t get much further from hope than the stories of dear Alice. But I am also a fan of hope.
We all have our natural inclinations, but it doesn’t have to be the whole of us.
I don’t know her name. Oh, how I wish I did. I would hunt her down, hold her in my arms and pepper her forehead with the gentlest of kisses.
The world is changing. It always has been, even when we were so young we thought it would stay the same forever.
A bucket full of science and coathanger girls. Bucket science, or kitchen science, behind the scenes at RiAus.