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Vicki Patricia Baker (née Stuart) 1943-1982

the inbetweener

 Posted by on November 5, 2015  Family, Lefties, Thoughts, Work
Nov 052015
 
the inbetweener

I first started working at the Hanna-Barbera animation studio in Sydney when I was 17 years old, joyfully working on some of the crappiest cartoons ever made. I remember that time as one of great personal triumph, but also profound and enduring heartbreak. I’d wanted to work in animation since I was 8 years old but thought such [..READ MORE..]







A Boxing Day Far, Far, Away..

 Posted by on January 7, 2014  Film/TV, Lefties, Reviews
Jan 072014
 
A Boxing Day Far, Far, Away..

It’s difficult to preserve memory when your older-self’s revised view constantly overwrites the original impression. How do you file a loving memory of someone you no-longer like? Or childhood memories of wonder, but of things now uncool? Do you owe it to your earlier-self to keep that first impression alive? One such moment, is a memory of awe [..READ MORE..]







Oct 012013
 
Tomorrow, You Only Have Memories Forever, Again. Twice.

As a child, going to the cinema was special. Seeing even a crummy movie back then was somehow way more fun than seeing an absolutely amazing movie is for me today. Of course, my childhood was in the pre-video era, when perhaps the anticipation of a movie and the fond memories of it afterward were greater than they [..READ MORE..]







Dogmatic vs Dogcentric

 Posted by on September 13, 2013  Family, Lefties, Thoughts
Sep 132013
 
Dogmatic vs Dogcentric

When I was in grade two of Catholic primary school, we started to take catechism classes where such profound notions as ‘Souls’ and ‘Immortality’ were being bandied about, not to mention the biggies; ‘Heaven’, ‘Hell’ and ‘God’. Both in the classroom and out in the playground, there was much discussion about these concepts and the ground rules that [..READ MORE..]







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 Posted by on March 1, 2013  My stroke
Mar 012013
 
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Mar 1, 2013 1:36am When I had just completed my final year of high school my mother had a stroke. We eventually found out that this was related to a terminal brain cancer which took her life 11 months later, when she was just 39 years old. The entire process was very harrowing and has left a mark [..READ MORE..]







As seen on TV

 Posted by on October 31, 2011  Drawings, Thoughts
Oct 312011
 
As seen on TV

The older I get the longer a haircut takes, despite having fewer and fewer actual hairs on my head to cut. A similar principal is in effect at a grand-master chess match: fewer game-pieces on the chessboard means longer deliberations between moves. Despite receding hair, getting a haircut now causes me no anxiety whatsoever. Ironically, I most worried [..READ MORE..]







Rebel, without a Pause

 Posted by on January 5, 2010  Family, Lefties, Thoughts
Jan 052010
 
Rebel, without a Pause

I can no longer remember what caused the argument between myself and my mother on that particular day, long ago, but it probably wasn’t serious. At the age of 11, I had not yet acquired even the maturity expected of a child but already owned all the moodiness of a teenager. I was prone to statements like “it’s [..READ MORE..]







A Bolt from the Blue

 Posted by on January 17, 2007  Family, Thoughts
Jan 172007
 
A Bolt from the Blue

I have a memory of what could easily have been my premature death, had things only gone a little differently… One day, while playing with my toys in the front yard of our house, I hit upon the splendid notion that it would be very interesting to see how far it was possible to run with my eyes [..READ MORE..]