Anthony Eaton's Blog: Musings from an Outer-Spiral-Arm , page 13

One for the Book Crowd...

Two blog posts in one day? Unheard of, I know, but I have to share this with you all.
We just got back from the Lifeline bookfair. I don't know if they have them anywhere else in the world (they sure didn't when I lived in Perth) but here in Canberra they roll around every six months. And they're awesome.

Awesome.

Imagine an enormous exhibition hall at the showgrounds (actually, it's the same exhibition hall that gets used for the National Tally Room on election nights, which should give you som...

Sunday Morning, Tulips

An autumn Sunday morning in Canberra, a quiet house, the view from my kitchen window...

Looking for Something to do this weekend?

How about trying this, then?

I'm kinda interested in gliding. One of these days, family commitments and time and all that sort of stuff permitting, I'm going to take it up seriously. In the meantime, I can only dream...

I Used to Write Poems...

This week one of my colleagues did my Introduction to Creative Writing lecture for me. It was - broadly speaking - on poetry, and the use of poetic techniques and language in writing more generally. He's a poet - writes it, teaches it, thinks about it and, of course, publishes it. Wins prizes for it. Talks about it with an incredible depth of knowledge and thought.

He's definitely a poet.

I'm not. So I asked him to do the lecture on poetic writing instead of me. And he did a great job.

While he...

Of Macs and Men

I'm typing this post up while sitting on the couch, on the lovely, tactile, backlit keyboard of my new Macbook pro. If you follow me on twitter (though I'm not sure why you'd bother) you may have noticed me tweeting about this new machine. Perhaps. I've been rather subtle about it.
Now, a bit of backstory -
I've resisted getting a mac since, well, forever. It's been something of a point of pride. Everyone I know, everyone I'm related to, everyone in my life (or so it feels) are absolute Mac...

Missed the List, and the fun of Honkers...

Okay, so last week, while I was no doubt stuffing my face in some fantastic little Chinese restaurant in Hong Kong, I missed the announcement of the shortlist and Notables lists for the CBCA Book of the Year.

So huge, and somewhat belated congratulations to the various listees - it's a really great array of books and authors up there this year. I was really thrilled to see a lot of new faces, including some I got to meet recently at Somerset, up there. I hesitate to name names, because I don'...

Things You All Need To Know

1. I do actually love you all. Really. Every one of you.
2. I haven't forgotten my login details for this blog.
3. I do intend to do a real blog post again sometime soon.
4. I'm going to Hong Kong next week.
5. I was on the Radio this morning. (Link in case you accidentally missed it. 'PM's awards extended' is the story. If you deliberately missed it then, well, fair enough.)
6. Somerset Writer's Festival was really good fun last week.
7. Work hasn't gone away, even though I did.
8. I have a lecture...

Margo Lanagan, plus some more Random Bits of News

Hello Bloggies -

Yet another week with only one post here. And on a friday, none the less. Talk about leaving things until the last minute.

But, in my defence, it's been a busy week. Also a really fun one. If exhausting. On Wednesday, I was lucky enough to spend the day with the wonderful author (and all round nice person) Margo Lanagan, who generously agreed to come down here to Canberra for a day to do a couple of lectures for my classes here at UC.

Margo, for the uninitiated, is the author of...

The Writer's Journal

Okay, I know I promised this for earlier this week, and I know it's been about an entire geological age since my last post, and I'm not going to bore you with excuses (mainly because, trust me, they're dull excuses and in no way blog-worthy) but I'm just going to continue blogging away as though I've been here all along.

Phew.

So, journals. Or diaries. Or notebooks. Call them whatever you like. Doesn't matter.

What sort of diary would I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not...

It's not that you don't all have my utmost respect...

It's just that I seem to have somehow trapped myself in a time vortex, wherein Previously long days are now significantly shorter. There is, however, a good chance of an actual blog post tomorrow.

Cheers,
t.