The odd coincidences that happen after loved ones die
Is the grief-struck human mind so desperate to find solace, proof, belief, that we seam meaning into tugging occurrences with no meaning? Or do the coincidences have meaning beyond us?
Is the grief-struck human mind so desperate to find solace, proof, belief, that we seam meaning into tugging occurrences with no meaning? Or do the coincidences have meaning beyond us?
God, driving this car is exciting. It’s like you’re in charge of a solar system. And get this. There were no warning buzzes and sirens if I strayed over the speed limit or momentarily crossed the white line.
In our rigidly judgmental social order we have parents despairing at oddball children and teachers frustrated, but those kids’ singular minds should be recognised as gifts. There will be a Jeff Bezos or a Bill Gates among them.
My story begins with a telly show I did half a century ago, when the ABC sent me to review an exhibition of Norman Lindsay’s paintings. Knowing little of art and less of Lindsay I was perfectly unqualified, but that didn’t stop me.
In today’s world, in which many Australians are suffering the effects of a cost-of-living crisis, what is the hope on the horizon?
Fear of the Other is a winning formula: it gets column inches, inflames grievance, unites a group in a sense of indignant rancour. It’s ugly psychology, and it’s un-Australian.
There are skirmishes where American and Australian culture are fighting for supremacy, if not for survival.
Driving a supercar was once akin to taking control of a monster that runs on a combination of molten lava and absinthe. In this McLaren Artura Spider, it all feels a bit too accessible.
More pandemics, old and new, are in the wind. A war is raging on Europe’s doorstep. And joy of joys, Donald Trump has secured a second term in the Failed Sate of the US. It seems the only thing we learn from history is how to repeat it.
This is quite possibly the fastest car I’ve ever driven – at least in a straight line – which makes it a useful tool for impressing and occasionally terrifying other people. But it does not make it my favourite vehicle ever.
Humanity has never previously been in a position of sustained, structural contraction. We must get used to the idea, and position ourselves to take advantage of it.
I believe the Second Coming has already come, and occurred in Elizabethan England.
Where are the windmills? These giant steel flowers on their Eiffel struts dotted our stock routes and paddocks for a century and a half.
If you’re looking for a proper off-road vehicle, the options are limited. So no wonder there’s a buzz around the new Toyota LandCruiser.
The recently departed, singular filmmaker David Lynch had the strength to be exactly himself. Parts of the world venerate independent thinkers like him but our nation is not one of them.
We’re used to female PMs and Premiers. We’ve even survived a few queens and women as GG. Even the Ancient Egyptians had a female Pharaoh. It’s time for change at the Vatican.
With ageing parents and adult kids requiring support for longer many of us are finding ourselves aged 50 and being squeezed into caring for two generations of family.
Mobile phones and the internet have delivered greater connectivity, yet I’m not convinced this makes us feel happier and more secure than we did a generation ago.
For all his trillions and SpaceX toys under development, Elon cannot escape the gravitational pull of mortality or the feeling of dread that fills the soul when contemplating the cold mechanics of the universe.
In this sleekly automated modern world everything, actually, seems to be taking longer, with more grunt and grumble along the way.
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