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Hello, bonjour, hola, buongiorno, guten Tag, goedemorgen

I was at an international event. Six different languages were used by the presenters and on the powerpoint slides. I understood them all. An international event using six languages sounds like a dream. 127 more words


Bleeding Ink: Chick Tracts and my Evangelical Childhood

It was the mid eighties. I lived in Flemingdon Park, a mostly immigrant-populated neighbourhood on the edge of Toronto. My family – and I mean my whole family, three generations of it – attended Flemingdon Park Pentecostal Church. 1,088 more words

Navel Gazing

"You know, you don't have to have permanent opinions"

Check out de Houellebecq’s Twitter feed. Biting, cutting and sometimes surprisingly accurate observations on the every day and the banal squashed into the tweet word limit. 336 more words


Apathy is a killer

Question I have to decide this weekend: do I waste cash on renewing the website package, or do I set a static author page on the domain name and pull the privacy plug on the blog? 448 more words


Regional Riverina Edition

Thanks to all the callers and texters who sent through their songs and memories when I was on ABC Goulburn Murray yesterday!

I made a diary entry of all your contributions. 9 more words


The Soul Box: A lament 

Yesterday I got this message in my inbox. I definitely got teary and I understood the feeling behind it. When we lose things we can’t get back, we lose a little piece of who we were then… 366 more words


Navel Gazing: Kenya

I had a farm in Africa.

No, not really.

But, I visited a farm in Africa. In the seventh grade, my dad and mom spelled a missionary couple in Kenya, Africa who were overdue for furlough, and I got  to spend a few months in fairyland, as I remember it. 1,077 more words

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