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Dear Diary

The summer slumber has passed, a couple of months ago now, but projects are stuck in neutral. Work continues it’s dominating influence, and the winter rains have settled in. Excuse me – the new washing machine has just finished attending to the cleaning cloths. The new machine is a larger size so as to better…

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Rome

I get a little annoyed when there’s a disconnect between the cover of a book and its contents, when the visuals of the cover aren’t carried through to the experience of the story. There is a gorgeous red flamingo on the cover, when one might expect it to be pink; perhaps not red as rendered…

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Inspired by Kline

Is it art if the artist (ie me) is only responding to the chosen frame and its intended spot on the wall? I found some $2 dollar frames in the small homewares section of my local supermarket; the black rims attracted my attention amidst a few scented candles, towels and bamboo trays. Back home, I…

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Periphery

I had two choices. I could try again … again … to conquer Monet’s lily pond or take the easier, and rather more colourfully garish, path. I opted for the latter. It was a very functional puzzle, with nothing particularly exacting or overly interesting. However, when it was time to fill in the sections of…

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Remembering memory games

I don’t remember if I returned to jigsaw puzzles in order to improve my memory. I remember noticing improvement after I returned. And when I give them away for a while, I notice a decline. I haven’t yet tested whether the novelty of the jigsaw is critical to the process. Can I re-do a puzzle…

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The old green shirt

It’s time has come. Today’s the day I stop putting off this decision. For some of us, getting rid of an object becomes exponentially harder with each passing year. Pretending it’s younger doesn’t help. It’s embedded in the psyche. It is Identity. This Bisley shirt was once a dark green corduroy. It started as a…

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Entice

Sometimes, when you open a new jigsaw, you are greeted with a sense of song. It’s something about the colours, both the solid colour chosen for the back and the variety that is splashed across the front of each piece, all jumbled together in the box. This hadn’t occurred to me until I opened a…

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Ben and Barack

Two books. One read. Can you guess which? The story of Benjamin Franklin It was a radical trip to the book store; one of those outings where I was unlikely to return with something run-of-the-mill because I didn’t need run-of-the-mill that day. I’ve already written about my encounter with Thomas De Quincey’s On Murder Considered as…

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