Educator. Writer. Appleman.
The Man in the Hat
I became ‘the man in the hat’ through circumstances beyond my control. With hindsight, however, I now understand that there have been several main influences:
So you want to be a writer, eh?
The charges are read. ‘You are charged with aspiring to be a writer despite having no qualifications and no likelihood of success. How do you plead?’
Exercise everyday, eat well, die anyway
‘Exercise everyday, eat well, die anyway’. These are the words on a chipped coffee mug that my brother left on the kitchen bench a decade ago. The words are white on black and in a playful font.
It struck him that life was utterly pointless as he looked over the precipice. The view before him, however, was magnificent. He let his gaze wander slowly over what was truly a panoramic scene, a deep and wide valley with rolling hills in the distance, a valley shot with shades of blues, greens, browns, and reds. The sunlight glinted off a snakelike river slithering its way along the knuckled bottom of the valley far below him.
‘Sometimes you just have to let them go’, he said, leaning towards me across the rickety table outside the inner-city café.
A white stork stands stock still, perfectly balanced on one leg, in the mudflats off the coast at low tide. The stork appears to be thinking deeply, contemplating the meaning of life. Perhaps it is deciding on its next course of action. But it is also possible that it is just being a stork.
The ten nights which followed the passing of my Dad were black. Not bleak. Black. There were no dreams, or at least no dreams that I could recall having when I woke each morning. I slept strangely well most nights, but the usual vivid dreams just before waking were absent.
The Perfect Stick
Crocodiles have at least one design flaw. If an insect bites a crocodile in the middle of its back, the crocodile’s legs can’t reach that spot to scratch. This is exploited in the Northern Territory by March Flies, which stab into the soft parts between the impenetrable, shell-like, outer casing of a crocodile. Whilst more irritating than serious, the blood of crocodiles doesn’t clot easily. So affected crocodiles, theoretically at least, could bleed to death from these itchy bites on their backs.