“Find one or two women” A manifesto for the times

It was about 3 months ago that I decided that every last citation that I would include in the yet-unwritten parts of my PhD thesis would have at least one female author/editor. Sick to death of seeing strings of male

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Grandmother / Eulogy

My first memory is of my grandmother, a symbol perhaps of the important, inspiring and loving role she played in my life. She came down to help my family when my little brother was born. I was three. We picked

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Emergence

After a period of dormancy, the larva emerges to face the world:

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Mermaid in the Mail

The comment period is open for ten days. The public, and its affiliated institutions, are invited to hold forth on each project’s potential impact on Australia’s matters of national environmental significance, as legally defined in federal law through the Environmental Protection

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A paperless conference

A paperless conference sounded like a great idea. Just think of the trees. And this was a conference FOR the trees. And the fish. And the birds. The World Parks Congress, held every 10 years to remind us that we

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A grand opening

The grand opening of the World Parks Congress, Sydney Olympic Stadium November 2014. The audiences is shushed and warned off flash photography. The hosts urge quiet respect, announcing that ‘this will be a sacred part of the ceremony’. The scene

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Keeping away from writing

This post was inspired by the second writing exercise in the book ‘Becoming an Academic Writer’ by Patricia Goodson, which I found through Pat Thomson’s review. It took 10 minutes to write – it was meant to take 5 but

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Safe areas of ignorance

I’ve yet to meet someone who doesn’t have a skill they pride themselves on. Even just a small range of actions they know they can reliably perform well, with or without pressure. Simple, elegant expertise: tying a rope, milking a

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Luciérnagas (fireflies)

[I’m trying to finish a paper, meaning all time not spent in painful gestation feels guilty. With super storms, the unfolding tragedy of our bedraggled reef and a certain wobbliness on the personal front, sometimes things seem a little bleak.

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Outside the Island

It is from Dead Man’s Cove that the small group leaves. The sign reads ‘Pretty Beach’ and is nailed to a tree at a rakish angle. Soledad traces the faded yellow lettering with her fingers, watching the boat disappear out

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