"Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge." Charles Darwin in The Descent of Man,1871 For as long as I can remember, I have been desperately concerned with my level of metacognitive skill. It was the reason I gave the first story I ever wrote for public consumption to my best friend to critique, ...
We all know that the best way to teach is to engage and entertain with the material – this book does it ...
The very first day we arrived in Nagoya, on our house-hunt a month before we moved there, a building just down from the main JR Station junction caught my eye with it’s stunning spiral lines. I was told that it had only just been finished and that, among other things, it housed the local design ...
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… Any time you send an unsolicited message about a product directly to someone on any of these social media, you are not being an uber cool company that is down with what the kids are doing these days – you are TELEMARKETING. Not only are you telemarketing, but you are calling during a dinner party. Imagine being at that dining table when the call comes through. Now imagine the talk about you and your product afterwards – it’s not going to be good is it?…
The flattened boxes and packing material have finally been taken away, and everything except my desk, which was damaged and is being repaired and refinished, is in its new place, so I guess ‘I’m still settling in’ can no longer excuse a lack of blog posts. I find myself in the midst of a problem, though – about what should I blog?
The plan was to do our best to treat Sydney as though it were Japan and continue to travel, playing tourist in our own land, and continue to blog about life as an ex-pat wife, hopefully hitting on the odd issue that could be helpful to someone. It seemed a good plan…
In a post this week, Betsy Learner asked her readers to post a comment about their favourite local bookshops. It prompted from me a meander down Memory Lne, and, since I have been too busy settling into my fancy new Sydney life to write about said fancy new life (which I will do at some point soon), and also since I’d like for my latest post not to remain the one about my father, I thought I’d post what I wrote.
I found out today that my father died in an accident back in October, 2008. As you will no doubt assume from the fact that it was a year and a half ago and no one has tracked me down to tell me, I never really knew my father. He and my mother married ...
When contemplating the enormous task that this move would be, we divided it into four phases to make it feel more managable. Phase 1 was packing up Japan, two was getting back to Oz (an easy one to check off in comparison), three was the house hunt and four settling in. I'm delighted to say ...
Home hunting in Sydney is proving harder than we expected, and we expected it to be difficult. There is a little something extra in it when you don't have anywhere to live if you don't find a place before the company funded apartment stops being funded. At the end of the first week things were looking ...
