The Day of the Jackhole

The Day of the Jackhole

Celebrating 40 years on this earth

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1990. Fat becomes me.

September 24, 2011

I’m at away at university, living in a bedsit under someone’s house. It’s the first time I’ve not lived with my family. I ride my bicycle to class, sometimes I drive. Look at the rube. She’s never lived in a town before. Never had access to shops. To convenience. She lets it consume her like a horrible no-restraint rash. (more…)

1991. Maturity is elusive.

September 23, 2011

Confrontation is on my shortlist of ‘things I don’t like’. Right behind talking on telephones and unwieldy beards. As I leave money on the kitchen bench (more…)

1992. Resurrection.

September 23, 2011

“I’ve got some bad news,” she says, in a tone low and apologetic.

I’m standing in the stairwell between the two dorms of Arscott House and playing with the metal cord of the pay phone. (more…)

1993. Off the dole(drums)

September 22, 2011

“The Prime Minister will be there. Spit in it! ahhhahahaha!”

– Junior chef, Parliament House, Canberra.


1994. In which the kid bolts.

September 21, 2011

Daydreaming. Again. Standing in a fish and chip shop in Kingston, Canberra, waiting for an order. It’s what copy kids do. Wait. And drive. And wait. And deliver. This order, two bits of fish and some chips, is the last (more…)

1995. Decomposition. The final frontier.

September 20, 2011

I am working in a library. It’s a high stress job, fraught with sharp danger. No, really. (more…)

1996. Honk if you’re stupid.

September 19, 2011

As I approach my trusty Subaru, I can tell something’s wrong. The door is wide open. I didn’t leave it open last night when I got home from work. And yet, there it is. Open. (more…)

1997. Hit by blind man.

September 18, 2011

I pull out of the Canberra Times parking lot on my bike. Turn right. There’s a small bit of sidewalk that I ride on for half a block before heading out onto the road to tussle with traffic. Down the road I go. And now I am flying. Literally. Through the air. Without my bike. (more…)

1998. I’m on a boat.

September 17, 2011

I am on a ferry. I am on a boat. I am on the sea. I am going to Tasmania. (more…)

1999. To discover, divine.

September 16, 2011

I’m at an art gallery in Melbourne. It’s the first time I’ve been to an art gallery that didn’t have the word ‘National’ in front of it. (more…)