Written 10 May, 2020 Terrifying, to go to the city, but my friend R says we’re out of date, there’s not much virus around, we’d have to be really unlucky. I say, yes but… We leave K here, she’s too agrophobic to join us. R’s mother M says she’s been waiting 18 hours for us.… Continue reading…
Written 8 May, 2020 Today we try to make another film on the beach about neuroscience and creativity. It seems wrong, selfish, self-absorbed, even silly not to share with anyone who wants to know this, the this that i’ve been harbouring and accumulating and reflecting on for almost 20 years and only teaching to people… Continue reading…
Written 7 May, 2020. President Trump backed down from disbanding the advisory task force with pubic health experts after a public outcry. The death toll in the US has reached 70,000. Despite this, people in many states, sometimes armed, and publicly egged on by Trump, are demanding social distance laws are revoked. They’re desperate… Continue reading…
Written 6 May, 2020 Nothing from Shelley in New York except this despair: As Threat of Virus Persists, Trump Administration Signals It Will Wind Down Task Force Mr. Trump has stopped linking his news briefings on the virus to the task force’s meetings and no longer routinely arrays task force members around him… Continue reading…
Written 5 May, 2020 A day at first of triumph, and then, disaster- almost. We boated to Homers Cafe for our glorious food box, ending my empty cupboard phobia. Never again will i fear starvation, I swear, till next time. .Where did it come from , this fear? We were very poor as kids… Continue reading…
Written 4 May, 2020 Last night we came back to the city for meds again at Darlinghurst post office, and with a big washing load, for the tanks are running low and when they’re empty, that’s it for our escape. Leaving our bay In Darlinghurst, our apartment is seven floors up. Masked and… Continue reading…
Written 2 May, 2020. Where I fell to earth (Edward Bunkse’s phrase not mine but it feels like mine, I need it so much ) was in the bush of the Blue Mountains. In a family of terror, I spent all my time just wandering around valley and trees, fingering leaves.The bush became my sanity,… Continue reading…
Written 1 May, 2020 This morning the pot belly with the long-lasting, hot-burning ironbark wood, a few pieces of the ton I wheelbarrowed in from the jetty, is making the room cosy – 18 inside, outside 10. In the city, this would be ho-hum, but here it’s a triumph. The mundane is fun… Continue reading…
Written 29 April, 2020 Late yesterday, we took the boat down to Brooklyn, for petrol for the generator, and meds for GG’s sore eye. We told Dy, and did he want us to take his garbage? There’s no garbage collection here, so we burn paper in the pot belly, compost all fruit and… Continue reading…
Written 28 April, 2020. From Shelley in New York: Dear Sue, To answer some of yr questions, Food is not a problem in the US if you are a middle class household. We hear farmers must throw out crops because restaurants, schools and corporations are shuttered so there is no buying food in bulk from those… Continue reading…