bottlebroke: good causes
i am increasingly convinced that nothing i have, whether things, abilities, relationships or even my own *life, are mine because of any particular entitlement. it only takes a half-minute of contemplation to realise how bloody fortunate i am. when we were growing up, my parents had no fixed income, and we were supported by people [...]
definitely not taonga
a few years ago, mum, unimpressed by the many (7 i think it was) necklaces, beads and pendants i wore on my neck, asked me not to “go around looking like tribal chief”. while this was certainly not intended as a compliment, i quite liked the comparison. these days i limit my neck wear to [...]
