We are so good at celebrating beginnings, but we tend to pity people during endings. But what if there was a different kind of tradition around quitting? A party with everyone you love there, and speeches. People would dress in violet, for violet is the colour of self-respect and restored optimism, and they would eat cake with a big Q on top, for Quit.
Who knew an animal the size of a loaf of bread could teach a person to overcome fear?
An intensive Vipassana meditation retreat promises to help you “see things as they really are.” But will it be worth ten days of torture?
Melbourne weather is tough. The transition between summer and winter is not a gradual twist of the thermostat, it’s an overnight snap between heatstroke and frostbite.
Dear bicycle commuter, We haven’t formally met: I’m the woman with the little dog who you cycle past on your daily commute from your stressful city job. Hello and nice to meet you. Yes, we’ve spoken before. Well, more accurately: you’ve spoken to me, and by ‘spoken’ I mean ‘yelled abuse at.’ Remember?
Have you ever gone to a gallery to ponder the artwork of a celebrated master and found yourself spectacularly unimpressed?
Every now and then, on special occasions worth celebrating such as This Moment Right Now, I like to make something truly criminal for dinner, like this …
From my recent bicycle galavanting around my home in Melbourne, Australia, here are some sights that caught my eye. Many pretty, gritty (and sometimes shitty) artworks reside in tucked away alleys …
I’m in love with my bike. When the sun goes down and the street lights come on and everyone scurries off into their homes, I want to keep charging into the darkness just to feel the burn of cold air on my cheeks …
The house next door to mine was broken into a couple of days ago. Somebody smashed a window in broad daylight and took a bunch of cash and an expensive camera.The cops showed up at my front door to take a report, and I strained my memory for suspicious sightings between 10 am and 11 […]