Archive for the “writing” category
meet, sit, talk and eat
by Pippa on November 15, 2007
Since I’ve returned to Adelaide I’ve had opportunity to host a few guests as part of CouchSurfing, the program that introduced me to Sid, Ninnu, Ronja and a whole bunch of other lovely people. Regularly, conversation with my international visitors …
radelai.de
by Pippa on October 19, 2007
Back in the sunless days when I lived in Finland, I started thinking an awful lot about how great Adelaide is. Then I realised that I only know a tiny bit about my hometown. I have my favourite parks, streets, …
Slice up fruit. It has the familiarity of a lover on Saturday mornings.
Add the muesli that you made by hand, roasted, toasted, made the most of: oats, triticale, pepita, sunflower, sesame, coconut, almond and cinnamon (call it kaneli, Suomi …
I could, today, have turned catlike as I lay in the sun. One sip of tea, a turn of a page and then stretch, inch the blanket back into the light and away from the shade. Tending towards the feline, …
The Collation Collation
by Pippa on March 22, 2007
zine fair preview by Fighting Tiger.
If you happen to be DIYing or Zineing* for the Adelaide Fringe / Ministry of Zines Zine Fair this Saturday there’s going to be a last minute Collation Collation at my house this …
So, it was not with a bang, not with a vengeance, but with more of a certain indulgence of memory as she experienced and remembered the way it had felt against the back of her throat. Laughing, dancing, flirting and …
Things I’ve learnt from MySpace or When a girl is mean to you after a breakup she wants you back, but she’s scared she’ll get hurt and knows you’re gone forever
by Pippa on September 11, 2006
I figured that this time would come. I’d start working fulltime again and the morning pages and the energy and drive to create would pretty much disappear.
Which is bad. It’s been a crazy three weeks. I should have been …
Australian voices singing and bantering. Indie kids in dead men’s pants.
Finally she feels at home.
Maybe it’s the Jade Monkey, not green anymore but black. He once said “I used to see you all the time at the Jade …
Her morning pages have been forgotten for a while. There has to be some type of daily practise maintained whether that be yoga, meditation, painting or 100 words of the third-person singular.
Her walls are pretty much bare. At the …
