To provide some ballast in this rolling blog, I paraphrase a favorite concept trawled from David Lodge’s Consciousness and the Novel (2002): Spiders spin webs, and beavers build dams. Humans create stories.
Until a few years ago, I was a confirmed Luddite, a devotee to permaculture and all things ‘real’ and earthy. An opportunity to study a Ba Arts online through OLA forced my hand, allowing a computer to insinuate itself into my life. Since then I have been running to catch up.
I’d like to drive an MG Midget, but alas, wiser counsels prevail.
I have been forbidden to keep any more books.
I seem to accumulate cats.
I confess this blog was instigated as part of a Communication Unit at Curtin University. Blogs apparently are sources of income, or enhance one’s employability if done professionally. However, I am not an artist, although I dabble over summer when listening to the cricket on the radio. I seem to have acquired qualifications in art history, so I do appreciate art in others. I am so appallingly old I can have no place in an ICT industry crowded with school-leavers. Saddest of all, I was born too soon for Star-Fleet Command.
So this blog is about the stories and associations I tumble over everyday. And about resurrecting prose long out of print. And about the pictures I like. It’s an internal monologue rather than a structured essay.
“The things you recall may be fiction or fact, in accord with the angle you wish to refract … ” (Bob Howard-Smith, The Great Australian Epic)
Hope you enjoy!