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Vicki Patricia Baker (née Stuart) 1943-1982

Highland Scout

 Posted by on July 25, 2017  AutoBio, Family, Lefties, Travel  Tagged with: , , , , ,
Jul 252017
 
Highland Scout

“Sell ticker rain jurrs, wee chwonn?!” Said he. “Huh? Oi dahnd unnerstehnn wotcha saiyin!” Said I. It was my first day at primary school in Glasgow and a mutually unintelligible clash of regional English accents was under way; Glasgow Scots vs Rural Aussie. Like me, the other kid was a knock kneed 9 year old Celt, but wearing a belligerent expression [READ MORE…]

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 a career [READ MORE…]

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 and fascination [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 are now, [READ MORE…]

Dogmatic vs Dogcentric

 Posted by on September 13, 2013  AutoBio, Family, Lefties  Tagged with: , , , ,
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 went with [READ MORE…]

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 Posted by on March 1, 2013  My stroke  Tagged with:
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, or so it at first appeared. We eventually found out that this seizure 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 [READ MORE…]

As seen on TV

 Posted by on October 31, 2011  AutoBio, Drawings  Tagged with: , ,
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 about my [READ MORE…]

Rebel, without a Pause

 Posted by on January 5, 2010  AutoBio, Family, Lefties  Tagged with: , , ,
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 not fair!” [READ MORE…]