Late in 2014 I had the honour of being a guest at National Australia Bank’s “Night of Nights”, a celebration of its best employees in south-eastern Australia.
Life has a way of filling its vessel with substance whether we’re wishing it a fair wind or setting its rigging to survive the tumble of its seas.
I received my “Same Sex Marriage” ballot today and I am ashamed to be an Australian.
This is not a vote or a plebiscite or a referendum. My paperwork calls it an “opinion” and a “response”. It has no power of law.
Have we learned from Hurricane Katrina when it comes to sheltering the dispossessed after a natural disaster? Currently 10,000 people are crammed into Houston’s George R. Brown Convention Center in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey. The original plan was to take 5000.
A couple of years ago I wrote one of my favourite articles exploring Pink Floyd’s song “Wish You Were Here”. In it I tried to turn music into description. “Who hasn’t “rocked or hummed along?” I asked. Who were its “lost souls swimming in a fishbowl”?
But I erased it this year.
A friend of mine shared a post on Facebook today recounting the final words of Apple’s Steve Jobs: an essay of sorts, 381 words long and full of inspirational regret.
Trump was elected a game-changer.
There’s something so humanising in that moment 30 minutes after you turn CNN and Fox News off. I’ve spent the past couple of days analysing the two, comparing.
In the news these past weeks you may have noticed a rampant spasm among supporters of Hillary Clinton calling for her immediate declaration as president-elect.
You’ve seen frantic recounts in certain states that have since fizzled. But I’m talking about something else here; something that likely makes no sense to most onlookers including many in the USA.
What a year 2016’s been. It was a milestone for me but who’d have thought of the millstone chaff it would globally leave behind? And with so many people it seems begging for 2017, now’s the time for a dose of encouragement.