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Author Archives: sagesomethymes
The Courage To Eat Plums
Recently I discovered a secret source of wild berries. Or they discovered me. I was walking innocently along a footpath while on a lunch break when my shoes became stuck in a patch of violet slime. After using the edge of the … Continue reading
The Ninety Percent Club
The other day I was speaking to a group of gynecologists from the USA. This is the kind of thing I get paid to do. They were a very political group, and as part of their conference program in Sydney, had … Continue reading
Posted in democracy
Tagged 1967 Referendum, Australian citizenship, Australian Constitution, citizenship, citizenship test, civil rights movement, compulsory voting, Constitutional Recognition, democracy, electoral law, migration, Recognition Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples in the Australian Constitution., voting
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A Sapphire Blue Sydney Sky
“We’re going to stick it where the sun don’t shine.” That’s not actually what he said. It’s just what I imagined he was thinking. I blame such crassness on several days of ‘low residue white food’ diet followed by 24 hours of … Continue reading
Posted in My Mother and Me, The Sex Diaries, Time
Tagged bowel cancer, Canopic jars, colonoscopy, death, guts, hospital, intestines, medical procedures, menstruation, nurses, periods, show bag, sunshine, viscera
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Naked in Melbourne
I’ve never been a fan of sleeping naked. I have difficulty slipping into otherworldly slumber without the soft cotton comfort of my nightie, not to mention my undies. But recently, on a trip to our southern sister city, the airline we traveled with … Continue reading
Posted in Spirit of Place
Tagged baggage, inner health, lost luggage, Melbourne, nudity, Skybus, sleep, sleeping naked, Tullamarine airport, underwear
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Get On Your Soap Box
This summer, as you enjoy Christmas carols or the symphony in the Domain, see if you can also spot an old time orator on their soap box in Speaker’s Corner. The tradition of Speaker’s Corner comes to us from London’s Hyde Park, … Continue reading
Posted in democracy, Spirit of Place, Time
Tagged 1932, 1975, communism, Debra Phillips, Egon Kisch, free speech, Gough Whitlam, Governor Game, Governor General Kerr, H.V.Evatt, High Court, Hitler, John Webster, Menzies, Moreton Bay figs, NAZIS, Premier Jack Lang, psychogeography, Reichstag fire, Reverend Bill Crews, Speaker's Corner, Sydney Botanic Gardens, The Domain, Viva Voce’ Soap-Box sculpture
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Bugs, Birds and Bees
Recently I was talking to my mother. My phone call interrupted her in the shed where she was wrestling with the pesticide pump. She was removing the original hose and replacing it with a longer one. By way of making conversation I … Continue reading
Posted in My Mother and Me
Tagged bees, bees and pesticide, cockroach baits, European Parliament, pesticides, toxic chemical warfare
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Songlines, Starmaps and Ubiquitous Suburban Roads
A friend recently flew back into Sydney. It was after sunset and she had the window seat. As the plane banked lower and lower across the north west of the city she began to recognise some of the main roads that … Continue reading
Posted in Habitat, Spirit of Place, Time
Tagged Aboriginal culture, Aboriginal dot painting, Aboriginal history, Aboriginal spirituality, Blaxland, Lawson and Wentworth, Blue Mountains, Botany Road, D'harawal, Darug, dreaming tracks, First Peoples, Gamay, George Street, Great Westren Highway, Gundungurra, Indigenous belief system, old roads, original inhabitants, Parramatta road, Pitt Street, Shannon Foster, Songlines, Starmaps, suburban roads, War-ran, Wiradjuri
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A Conversation
The USA will soon have a President elected by people who voted for simplicity over complexity. The kind of simplicity that harks back to 20th Century Germany and Italy, Spain and Japan, Austria, Chile and Brazil. The list unfortunately goes on. … Continue reading
Posted in democracy
Tagged BREXIT, childhood versus adulthood, compromise, democracy, fascism, Parliament, political elite, politics, power, simplicity versus complexity, taxation, USA elections
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