Jock Serong
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Kiwi signs are chatty, polite and helpful. But “He got to stand under his own trees” is just an epic piece of historical trolling.
Ryan Butta is quietly building up an important body of work in Aus history: this just arrived, and early indications are it’s extraordinary.
Assault is serious and should be taken seriously. But so is mass murder. I wonder why one of these statues is still standing... www.abc.net.au/news/2026-07...
This is the shadow of a winter-bare paulownia tree on the side of our house. Or some fiendishly complex musical notation we’re yet to decipher…
An incendiary critique of the death of print and the destructive effects of screens, coming soon - on e-book and audio.
Trying to get a sense of what 238 years means in the context of 65,000. This table's 2400mm long. There's a pen balanced at the far end - it's 8.7mm wide. That's the relationship between the two numbers. Colonisation, for all its destructive power, happened moments ago. It's nothing to celebrate.
I walked today to the spot where JS Prout made his 1846 painting of Wybalenna on Flinders Island. You can see the chapel in the centre of both frames and Prime Seal Island across the water. A beautiful place that’s steeped in tragedy.
Politics is endlessly dispiriting, so when it throws up a gem, I’m shouting about it. Moyne Shire - our lot in western Vic- have just made progressive local Jordy Lockett mayor (Myra Murrihy deputy). Good times ahead. First official act: replacing the gavel with clap-sticks.
This is the image our regional paper, The Standard, used to illustrate a story about road safety on the Great Ocean Road, Given we drive on the left side of the road, I wonder if the use of AI here was journalistic best practice.
BREAKING: First images of Tony Abbott's new "mothership" concept for UK asylum seekers.
Manuscript's gone to the publisher. Every living witness interviewed, every rabbit chased down each burrow. And then... 'oh, would this box of 250 Kodachrome slides be any use?' Unseen for sixty, seventy years. A treasure trove...
A thousand speechwriters couldn’t come up with a better endorsement of a policy
Rummaging for other things, I found a photo I took in 1997 at the Wittenoom asbestos mine. The sign was meant as a workplace speed limit, but it stands as an unintended confession.
G’day mate, I’ll have a Cloudstreet, ah, a Juice chardonnay and a shiraz Breath