Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth
Observations on Being a Weekend Father, Creating New Memories and Figuring Life Out
Definition of 'Cold Turkey' As a noun:The unpleasant symptoms caused by suddenly ceasing to take a drug to which one is addicted. "stopping the drug may result in cold turkey"As an adverb:In a sudden and abrupt manner. "I had to quit drinking cold turkey" I almost became an addict to YouTube gamers. It's nothing to... Continue Reading →
I have the grand opportunity to exhibit my photography during SALA 2016 - and they are on display already: WHERE: At the Catalyst Foundation offices, 149 Currie Street Adelaide City – in their From Another Perspective Art Exhibition. All are available to peruse both in their reception and in their rear seminar room. WHEN: 1... Continue Reading →
A Youtubing Vlogger. Does that sound right? Should it be a Vlogger who Youtubes? Anyhow, it's heaps of fun. It's early days yet, I am getting the hang of it all. I use Movavi for editing all the interesting moments in my life. Most recently I took the perfect opportunity to video my friends and... Continue Reading →
I like to list all the 'WWW Finds' I have collected in my browser. Here are my March 2016 bookmarks.
It's been a very long evening (and now early morning) searching for ideas to utilise in our next home. More about the new house later; For now, enjoy these ten quirky houses or architectural concepts: 1. Terraced onto three levels, Atolan House is located on the eastern seaboard of Taiwan, overlooking the Pacific Ocean.. 2.... Continue Reading →
A few nights ago I was pondering if I should give my photography collections fancy names. I wanted to use interesting words that described the nature of the collection yet without sounding all pretentious and prissy. It still had to sound masculine, yet attracting everyone. So I did what everyone does: I googled a few... Continue Reading →
I wrote similar posts to this one a few years ago, but two new loves have stolen my night and online life: Children. Our first little-man was 2.75 years ago, our most recent lad was born on March 2nd 2015. Aha, just 3 days ago. He is still in hospital with mum as she recovers from her belly-slashing. I have only... Continue Reading →
Hard to believe it, I have had a Twitter account since mid 2008. For a long time it was just something I looked at from time to time, not understanding how anyone could cross-converse in such a hectic and vibrant community. It looked (and sometimes still does) like a bazillion monkeys chattering over the top... Continue Reading →
Diversity is fun, but it can get difficult to focus on so many things at once. It's actually what's keeping me away from Facebook. Right now I have my fingers in a bunch of proverbial pies that are starting points to potential virtual end-products. One part of my brain is focusing on a new site... Continue Reading →
Somehow I found myself watching this interesting youtube clip about the Facebook Server rooms . A few minutes into this docu-data-archive (see what I did there?!) is a guy on a treadmil at a desk ... and I have never seen anything like that before! So I had to do some googling about this subject. Turns out... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the most intelligent and interesting remarks come from the mouth of someone you'd least expect. Fellow on the train this morning was ranting extracts from the bible this morning. As his pallet was short a few bricks, myself and the other temporary captives of this city bound capsule chose to bite lip and ignore.... Continue Reading →
One of the best points of having 'Casual Clothes Friday', particularly for me, is being able to hide in plain site. As I particularly like shooting architectural and inner-city photography, it helps to be wearing clothes that are either or both plain and of a tourist appearance. So today I am casually dressed. I won't... Continue Reading →
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…