Posts Written OnOctober 2012

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This Saturday coming is my thirtieth birthday. I remember my tenth birthday in particular. I was terrified of being ten. I remember lying on a blue couch and tracing the numbers ’1′ and ’0′ in the carpet and crying because I was so bloody old and I hadn’t achieved anything and I was nearly dead. Now that I have my own nearly ten-year-old, I feel the anxiety of myself at that age even more acutely. I’m looking forward to this milestone birthday, because I feel like I’ve been sixty for most of my life and at least now I can…

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I didn’t apply to be part of the Human Brochure, because I am scared of flying and if I were to lose my head for a minute and get on a plane, it would be to Hong Kong and not Canberra. But some people did, and they were gifted a No Expense Spared Weekend of a Lifetime in the Australian capital. By all accounts there was food, booze, food, tours, food, room service, food and roundabouts. Predictably, the Human Brochure expedition has brought with it a good deal of cynicism. Not just from mainstream media (though we do of course…

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I’m an agoraphobe. It’s funny, I think pretty much everyone knows what one of those is now. It’s become a thing that people are. I’d describe my phobia as “moderate”. I’m not housebound (unless I really crack the shits and use it as an excuse to refuse to do things) and I often enjoy being outdoors. Some days I look through my window and am suffocated by total illogical panic, but that’s not often, and mostly on Saturdays, which makes it easier to anticipate. These are the kinds of things you learn about yourself when you have anxiety about something.…

A little girl in Georgia’s class moved away to America today. They had a party. We bought cupcakes with sugar flowers on them. When we drove to school, Georgia said she was excited about the party. “There will be lamingtons!” she said. At before school care, Anne put the cakes in the fridge and asked if it was Georgia’s birthday. “No, we’re having a party!” she said. After school, Georgia told me all about the party. There were cocktail franks that had exploded and miniature cream buns and frogs in the pond and drinks with umbrellas. At the end of…

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Apparently I found it necessary to buy a typewriter. The good news is that I managed to get it out of its case and on to my desk, whereafter I typed some words and lost my finger between the keys quite often (see Fig. 1). I’ve been led to believe that typewriters need names. This one is an Adler Contessa in very bright orange and so far I’ve called it “Whose idea was this?” and “Is it possible that the novelty has worn off before I’ve even opened it?”, but I may settle on Clarice. The purchase of said typewriter…