JG says he has been going through a ravenous reading spell of late, and brought his latest batch of books he's ripping through along with him on the road. I did most of the driving. He's not the best with a manual transmission, much preferring an automatic, which he believes better suits his aristocratic bearing. Some of the titles I saw: Hitch-22 (a memoir by the late Christopher Hitchens); The Quantum and the Lotus (something to do with physics and buddhism); the poems of Emily Dickinson;…

The doctor’s observation, after ruling out various possibilities, was that: The more contact a person has with the media, the more he complains of feeling lost and isolated.

Certainly that could be so. We’ll see how it goes. So far there’s been a significant withdrawal from the perpetual digital noise and chatter (there are enough voices scrapping for prominence in my head as there is) but the sense of feeling lost and isolated still persists, and can easily be found in the so-called…

JG asked me to make a delivery and pick-up today, up in north Katoomba, near what’s called Minnehaha Falls, which makes me feel eleven again and wondering whatever happened to that Minnesotan maiden I met and mindmarried two weeks before her twelfth birthday, way back when.

I had to drop off an unwanted computer printer (pristine box, bubble wrap and all) and pick up, from the lady in the lovely old miner’s cottage, amongst other things: a large jar of black olives, a jar of homemade…