This awesome vintage photograph was sourced from the State Library of Victoria’s digital image library.
I had been battling on with my iPhone 4s for a while. I remember when it was all shiny and new. One of the few 4s in captivity in Brisbane at the time. Ah, the perks of being in IT and friendly with our Telco rep. But gradually, over time, it faded and gradually crumbled. I mean that literally. This is how my phone looked in its last days:
I wrote this blog post last year for my other blog, Chasing His Sunshine. Really, the only thing that has changed is that I am no longer breast-feeding and we are getting marginally more sleep. Other than that, situation normal.
This a post about what my morning looked like. And pretty much the morning before it and the morning before it. So if you have had one of those mornings. If every weekday morning tends to be one of those mornings. This is for you – you are not alone. Read more
Have you ever found out some fact and think How did I NOT know that? Then pause and realise You know what, I really should have known that – I am pretty sure all the competent adults around me knew that sometime ago.
It happens to me quite frequently. Here are a few examples. Read more
Cyclone Marcia has been downgraded to a tropical low and it’s bucketing as I write this. Residents in Yeppoon and Rockhampton are facing clean up and rebuilding as we brace for potential flooding further south. We live in a tropical climate and this is what happens during our summers.
But recently, the news has gone a little weird when it covers events like this. Ever since the 2011 Brisbane floods, “weather events” have become “24 hour news events”. The thing is that whilst waiting for a cyclone to hit, there really isn’t that much news to cover. Once you have imparted the important safety information and the weather forecast, there is precious little left. But it doesn’t stop our broadcasters trying. Bless them.
This is my imagined version of what happens in news rooms and broadcasts during the lead up to a cyclone. Read more
I love our dog, Hugo. He even blogs occasionally. But he is not smart. He is also incredibly fast.
