February 27, 2009 – 4:34 pm
Rocky wants to make it clear that the post this morning in his voice was written by Rod Usher. Rod discussed all this with him at great length from Spain where he lives with his dog Hilda. Rod is a long time friend of Gawenda’s. Check the post titled Rocky Speaks Truth To Power below. [...]
February 27, 2009 – 7:38 am
Forget those monster mouthful words, such as anthropomorphism, where did they ever get you? Keep your four feet on the ground and your talk short. That´s our secret to life. My vocabulary — see how you 2legs get sucked in by syllables, why not just say words? – I keep ‘em on a tight lead: [...]
February 25, 2009 – 10:31 am
An hour before I leave him, Rocky retires to bed. He is inconsolable. The rawhide bone lies beside his bed untouched. He can’t be bought by a bone. His rolls himself up into a coil, his head on the rim of the circular bed and his eyes are sad and downcast. He won’t touch the [...]
February 23, 2009 – 5:55 pm
We set out for the beach, Rocky and I, earlier than usual this morning. The weather forecast was for a 34 degree day with northerly winds and high fire danger across Victoria. The CFA warnings were more emphatic than they had been on Black Saturday: Get out early if you’re going to go. Get out [...]
February 22, 2009 – 11:14 am
I wrote this for The Age and The Sydney Morning Herald after the 20/20 Summit.
Yes the Summit, remembr it? All those bright people going on about Australia’s future, none realising that the world was about to change and all that optimism would be seen as the unworldly fantasies of the self-satisfied. Then it came, the GFC as [...]
February 20, 2009 – 5:27 pm
During the half hour ride from Tullamarine Airport to St Kilda a couple of weeks ago, I imagined how Rocky would greet me. I had not been away for more than a couple of days since we began our relationship and even then, Rocky stayed home, with my wife when I was away. Now we [...]
February 19, 2009 – 4:24 pm
St Kilda beach at six in the morning, along the board walk, newly built this past year, part of the prettying up of St Kilda about which I have grave doubt, but which, thankfully is nowhere near complete