Monthly Archives: August 2016
We Are All Chrysalids Now – on body shaming and other circus antics
Striding through the urine warm, wave machine propelled waters of a Kentish leisure centre, I realised that there wasn’t a body there that wouldn’t be shamed if it belonged to a public figure. Evolution can create a lot of shapes … Continue reading
These Are Not The Graphs You’re Looking For – an updated post on doubt and dogma.
UPDATE: The blog post below was written a few hours before driving to ABC’s Q&A with Brian Cox. In the build up to his debate with Malcolm Roberts, I had been thinking about the conspiracy mind set and how it … Continue reading
What Use is Pondering Death if It Doesn’t Make You Live Life?
My reflection is beginning to match my actual face. It has taken a while to catch up. I noticed my reflection was now nearly as old as my face when I caught myself reflected in a shiny wall at the … Continue reading
Time to Declare Your Intentions – Nosferatu, Manifesto, Doves and Elephants
I was disappointed by the exhibition I’d been anticipating at the Art Gallery of New South Wales, but I was delighted by the unexpected. it is an impressive and unexpected statistic that art event attendance in Australia is higher that … Continue reading
Is it the Lizard Illuminati Controlling my Head Who Make it Spin So Much?
UPDATE: I wrote the blog post below a few hours before driving to ABC’s Q&A with Brian Cox. In the build up to his debate with Malcolm Roberts, I had been thinking about the conspiracy mind set and how it … Continue reading
Soviet Space projects, bronze sleeping bags and Magic Hours
For a while, Sydney’s Museum of Contemporary Art reined supreme as my favourite art gallery. Jet-lagged and incompetent, I found myself at their Ugo Rondinone exhibition of 2003. On top of the building was a rainbow declaring “Our Magic Hour”, … Continue reading
You Can Have your Art, and You Can Have Your Peacock Spiders Too
“What’s it like touring with a rock n roll particle physicist?” Well, we speed down highways listening to Bruce Springsteen songs and occasionally making diversions into small towns so Brian can have a curry pie. That’s quantum showbiz. At times, … Continue reading
