I think I dreamed about zebras. I have no memory of the dream, but I woke up with zebras in my mind, and they've hung around all day, which is odd, but sort of beautiful. I suspect it was brought on by the Lake George zebras from last week's Canberra haircut mission.

I wonder if I can get giraffes tonight...

I was living in a society as a slave. We weren’t treated particularly badly - I don’t think we were beaten and we had good clothes and enough to eat - but we were still slaves. I was a slave for members of my family - an aunt, uncle and cousins, I believe. They also had a steady stream of slaves who would be here for a few days, and then be sold on ( Read more... )