The new dog, in a cyclone of sharp little puppy teeth and a flood of puppy pee, has arrived. Boy Z is besotted, Dr. O’C resigned and Not Max slightly confused. Along with the peals of laughter and declarations of love, however, have been fits of tears. Puppies nip. It’s what they do. Not Max [...]
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Riding a mule and leading a hound
Today is Not Max’s first birthday and I’m stuck in Whyalla, which smells remarkably like industrial solvents, diesel fuel and government money. Not stuck exactly, but on the other side of the state from my family. Story of my life right now. I love my job but she’s a needy mistress this semester, draining my [...]
She wore red dresses and left the wounded behind
I don’t really have time to write – it’s exam marking time – but I can’t stand seeing that beanie wearing, budgie smuggling, buffoon every time I open Safari anymore. So here’s a photo of Boy Z putting the moves on a cute blonde at a wedding we went to last night.
Because nothing brings that paternal [...]
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This is my new favourite photo of Boy Z. I think it just personifies him. In motion. Hair flying (Enjoy that hair, little one. Male pattern baldness is hereditary). A cheeky crooked smile. A little bit feral. It’s just essence of Boy Z.
It has been kind of a lost weekend. Not like those that were [...]
He’s the hairy, hairy gent, who ran amok in Kent.
Reason #143 that I love Australia: public holidays for trivial reasons. There’s the Queen’s Birthday in June (which is not actually the current or any past Queen of England’s birthday), Family and Community Day in the ACT in September, Eight Hours Day in Tasmania in March, Picnic Day in the Northern Territories in August and yesterday’s Adelaide [...]
This life is sweet. You’re dancin’ in the street.
To those of you shoveling snow or scraping the ice off your windshield or grieving the meteorological predictions of an amphibious rodent I have one thing to say:
Suck it, Northern Hemisphere losers.
February rocks!
Now when you manage to get out of your parkas and your fingers thaw, go and check out my post on The Greenists today. [...]
Music and passion were always the fashion
Not Max, our now five month old son, doesn’t get a lot of face time here at A Free Man. This accurately reflects his position in real life, squarely in the shadow of his older brother. Boy Z walks and talks and runs and throws and hits a cricket ball and thus earns far more [...]
If I had hands I’d be a writer, if I had brains I’d be a man
This was going to be a different kind of post. I was going to write about how, come the middle of August every year when I was in elementary school, I got bored. How at some point during the dog days, summer ground to a halt and I got excited about going back to school. [...]
They holler out, “Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar”
There are lots of things about being a father that hurt my heart. Not the least is watching Boy Z try to navigate the Scylla and Charybdis that are human social interactions. I know he’s only 19 months old and at this age, he isn’t really going to establish meaningful relationships with his peers.
In fact, [...]
They’re a dangerous breed, mate
With tomorrow’s lecture nearly in the can, I was doing some home video editing for my Mom today – before she goes into a fit of grandmaternal rage. Thought I would put up a quick one because I can’t resist a good wildlife video. Unfortunately, my video camera’s battery died before this scene progressed to [...]
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