I had an absolutely lovely Easter weekend. There were homemade hot cross buns, Easter nests, and roast lamb with Yorkshire pud. My only role in any of this was to artfully arrange the eggs in the nests. I also enjoyed the traditional three Cs of Easter: chocolate, church, and 'crap, essay marking ( Read more... )

Fun times! We were lucky to score an invite to a rooftop party on Oxford St, so we had a great view. Unfortunately, being Mardi Gras n00bs, we initially arrived on the wrong side of Oxford St and had to trek the entire length of the parade route to get around to the other side, but it was worth it. Some of my favourites were all the green aliens ( Read more... )

I do not feel much like celebrating today. I have gained a new perspective on my country since moving to Sydney just under twelve months ago ( Read more... )

Various photos that I've been meaning to post for ages:


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I am (almost) freed from the tyranny of Latin, which is a huge relief. I am enrolled for the sequel subject for next semester, but at this point I've had about as much Latin as I can take, and surely as much as I could ever need, so I hope to be able to get out of it. I mean, it was self-inflicted to begin with, but I was just pre-empting the ( Read more... )

I didn't buy a rail pass this week, and decided that it was time to attempt walking to uni again, in an effort to save money and atone for my sins of wine, chocolate, and pasta. So I memorised a route using Google Maps and set off this afternoon, and happily the walk was pleasant enough and took about 25 minutes, which is about the same as using ( Read more... )

Today I went to the Powerhouse Museum. My God, it was stunning! I had no idea a science and design museum would be so great. Well, I had a little bit of an idea, I've been to some good science museums before, particularly the Cité des Sciences et de l'Industrie in Paris, and the Powerhouse is on a par with that one. I was there for five hours and ( Read more... )

I don't know much about Kenneth Slessor, but every poem of his that I have read has stayed with me. And it's the lines of his poetry that often echo in my head as I wander Sydney. Not so much the refrain of "William Street": "You find this ugly, I find it lovely"; because I am still finding much of the city ugly, sorry, Mr Slessor. It's the view ( Read more... )