A narrow, potholed road winds between low dry-stone walls around the hillsides, climbing above steep ravines; the fields are the colour of parched straw and burnt umber, and dried thistle and wild fennel wilt in the summer heat beside the tarmac. The landscape is dotted with outcrops of the same pale grey limestone that is…
Ban the burqa, say 55 per cent of 1300 respondents in a snap Morgan SMS poll. Ban the burqa, say a senator elected by 22,000 Tasmanians, a Liberal Party ideological fringedweller and who is the other guy anyway? Ban the burqa, because muslim women are oppressed, and we should immediately liberate them by telling them…
We just want to be fed. To be seated at the table, look at the menu, order food, and then forget about it until we are eating it. We don’t want cheap Asian on a Thursday night presented as an accidental degustation menu, one dish at a time, with inexplicable and unpredictable pauses between each while an army…
Father’s Day. Not a good day for an unplanned meal out. (“We don’t celebrate Hallmark holidays,” says my son, ironically channelling his mother, as they remember they’ve forgotten … but they’re not in primary school any more, so there’s no Father’s Day junk stalls to remind them.) Chinese barbecue on a Sunday night. Not a good…
Ten years at a large print media company, five years as a freelancer – what I’ve gleaned about the future of print Back in 2008 and 2009, when I was a permanent employee of a large Australian media company, one of our office parlour games was to speculate on how far off (actually how close)…
Matt Holden 