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The Delight of a New Toy

I’ve been reading far too much recently about the creative possibilities of digital photography software. I’ve also been taking dozens (hundreds?) of photographs with the new Nikon D-40. I’m liking Derek Story’s style and substance on the podcast The Digital Story and the fun stuff they talk about in the Photojojo newsletter. My curiosity piqued,

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Getting People to Talk: Interviews

The blog for Shakespeare in Queens Park Festival (SiQP) which I’ve been keeping for a couple of years now has an addition: interviews with some of the key artists, creatives, and technicians. It’s been fun talking to them. What surprised me was that I didn’t have to prod them to reveal all. Once they got going,

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Girding the loins

I spent yesterday afternoon watching a run-through of a play for which I am voice coach. After the run I had dinner with one of the actors, and we talked less about the run-through, and more about the approach to prepping the body and mind for the act of artistic-athleticism, aka stage performance. Pacing across the

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And so, 2006, the end is near …

A quiet day of taking stock, writing, reading, watching television and tossing stuff!It’s been quite a year. Reading back over other project blogs (USQ 2007 40th Anniversary and SiQP Festival) confirms just how busy I’ve been; I’ve probably convened or attended more meetings this year, than at any other time in my life. Memo to

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The In-Between Time

Christmas is over for another year. Can’t say I enjoyed the rampant materialism of the “ka-ching” factor: all-night trading, nightly bulletins trumpeting how much had been taken at the cash-registers etc. The quiet time I spent at home with my son seemed oddly, and wonderfully out of step with what was, and is happening elsewhere.

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Christmas Morn

And all is well. It’s the first time I’ve spent Christmas at home at Yarrawonga for years. Our ridge is alive with the sound of rainbow lorikeets and cicadas, and the air full of drifts of eucalypt blossom and their sweet honey smell. It’s a glorious warm morning, and I’m musing on Christmases past and

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