marx and marzipan

Yesterday morning, amongst the usual suspects in my inbox (fan mail, hate mail, marriage proposals, invitations to laundromat openings), was something that stood out from the crowd.

How can this be? For reasons best known to myself I find myself in the cue at Australia Post, Bondi Beach Branch at least once a week. I kind of like this branch, it’s got a bit of a wild west, frontier feel to it. Rules tend to get bent, processes aren’t always followed as […]

And followed them to their frozen beginnings.
Back in Sydney this morning after a trip that will stay with me for a long time. For now I’m going to be brief (though fear not, I have a series of vignettes planned already) and only say, if you’re looking to learn something about yourself, the world you […]