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Writing: Ding Hao

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Friday, April 15, 2011. Every couple must go through the good times and the bad before they can truly say that they have passed every test. We have travelled around the world, gotten married, worked together and had a baby. These were but tests of our mettle. We are now ready for The Real World and its challenges. We are ready for:. The Gouger Street Restaurant Epic(urean) Adventure. The rules are thus (so far)(they may be added to):. If a restaurant is open at dinn...

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Writing: Subway

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Subway - 29th April, 2011. Mele, Sam, Trent, Em. I think the stripper getting a pre-dance tuna melt summed it up best: ‘Are you going to eat that? I had made it through the first and second courses and was working on dessert, while getting another sandwich to take away for our kind chauffeur. I put the half-eaten raspberry cheesecake. 8216;I sure am,’ I answered confidently, ready to shield it like a non-answer-sharing nerd. Going to eat th...

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Writing: Racism

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Monday, June 3, 2013. Something I've learned in the last week:. The only thing a white Australian seems to hate more than being called a racist is seeing a black Australian being told 'sorry'. It's the same objections that came up before, during and after Kevin Rudd's Apology. All these people rumbling away in the background how it wasn't them,. Ancestors, why should they. Have to feel bad? Tuesday, June 4, 2013 at 2:59:00 AM PDT. I dont understand racism, never have.

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Writing: March 2013

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Thursday, March 21, 2013. Wednesday, March 20, 2013. Tuesday, March 19, 2013. Sunday, March 17, 2013. Saturday, March 16, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test. Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club. The full explanation is available here.

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Writing: Blip

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Tuesday, August 13, 2013. I still post to this blog! Problem is that it's less a diary of things I now put on Facebook and now a repository for either photos (which are easy to publish, but increasingly personal and so I don't post them) or for ideas I have which are either ill-formed, so why would anyone want to read them, or just plain boring. But Bloggy is always in my heart. Wednesday, August 14, 2013 at 1:30:00 AM PDT. Of course you still post to this blog.

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Writing: BBQ City

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. Yes, they gave us orange slices. Marc, Dan (all the way from Melbourne), Mele, Em, Trent, Dougie, Leah, Ben, Shaun, Rosie, Krista (all the way from London) and Sam. Cristi - Double parked on Gouger Street on a funky-ass Friday freak-out to get some takeaway. I think this photo says it all:. My Soul is Crying. The look on my face was in no way exaggerated for this blog. What’s worse than eating offal? Eating it with Congee! We love you all!

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Writing: Street

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Thursday, March 21, 2013. Friday, March 22, 2013 at 4:12:00 AM PDT. These are all great pictures. Did Charlie take them? Ha ha, just kidding. I like that view of North Terrace. Monday, April 1, 2013 at 5:52:00 PM PDT. Sunday, April 7, 2013 at 9:06:00 PM PDT. Cool shots. You have a good eye, keep snapping. Sunday, April 7, 2013 at 9:46:00 PM PDT. Thanks - Ill try! Sunday, June 23, 2013 at 9:40:00 PM PDT. Sunday, June 23, 2013 at 11:36:00 PM PDT. However, one of the s...

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Writing: Death throes

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Sunday, June 16, 2013. Sometimes you can spend an entire weekend doing something by not really doing it. The 3 people who still read this blog know that I'm very very. Close to the end of my PhD. I'm actually at that point that I know other PhD students have reached where they chuck a hissy and submit it. You rung the bell yet? Nope, still got my conclusion to tidy up.'. That kind of thing. My obstruction to 'ringing the bell' (maybe it'll catch on! And, of course, ...

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Writing: Bogan haiku

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Tuesday, May 7, 2013. The boy shouts 'fuck you! At his sky-bound red balloon. Mum slaps his hot tears. Tuesday, May 7, 2013 at 6:32:00 PM PDT. I remember the first time I heard that word from my son, hed learned it at school and said it when he got home. I was stunned and didnt know what to say, I didnt want to make a big deal out of it and of course I didnt slap him. I had his dad speak to him when he got home from work. Tuesday, May 7, 2013 at 8:05:00 PM PDT.

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Writing: July 2013

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I stab at thee from the fourth degree. Saturday, July 6, 2013. Here's how everyone else should parent. The little boy, Charlie's size, but younger came over a few times to check out Charlie's Matchbox car. Then he came over and gave Charlie a series of little punches, right on the side of the arm. I didn't see it, but I saw the little boy scamper back after his name was called at his own table. Then he came back and did it again. Can you stop your child from hitting my son? Are there any moral downsides ...