Watch episode nine of season two of the vlog now. Belinda catches a chicken, Siobhan and I empty out the spare room, and Mum, Dad, and I visit grandpa Cary in hospital after a fall. Next week, a move.
Lovesick at the fairy house in Bardon, the Sir Thomas Brisbane Planetarium, and the Mt Coot-Tha Botanical Gardens. Episode seven of season two of the vlog, live on YouTube. http://bit.ly/thevlogs02e07
Like I promised. Episode five of season two of the vlog, now live. Like, comment, subscribe, etc.
Afternoon sun beams through the receiving door as he pushes past the plastic flap door. He stands among towers of black tape wrapped above and around pallets full of stock, boxes climbing high above. He battles indecision for a moment then slices through the nearest pallet. He reaches into the brown maw, tearing it open… Continue reading Loading
The idea of a creative AI can be inherently terrifying. I recently sat down with a singer/songwriter to discuss just building a dataset to train a machine. Question one: ‘So you’re trying to replace musicians?’ Not quite. It’s hard to imagine that, in a world where machines understand and can generate music from scratch, people… Continue reading Creativity in AI
I drive with the windows down and we can hear the kids playing before we see them. I pass by the side of the school, the buildings flat and then tall, and the loose gravel crunches under the van’s tires. A whistle screams in the distance and I pull onto the sidewalk near the fields.… Continue reading The Spark
RED isn't making 8K cameras because your Galaxy S8 really, can, like, handle it, dude. Kick back in the dark, keep your feet off the seats and hold your own hand in the scary bits for a change. Get there early There's a whole thing about how trailers take too much time so you should… Continue reading A Guide to Solo Movie Dates
I am clumsy, but I am not patchwork. They do not call me by what I was named because what I was named is not a good version of what I am, so they call me Raggedy. They call me Raggedy because I am clumsy and because I have been sewed on and I have… Continue reading Darkwater
Below is an old story, The Gift Horse, which was submitted to Voiceworks earlier this year. I was unsure what to do with it so decided to share it here. All 3000 words of it. No edits have been made since its rejection. The horse had brilliant teeth. It pranced obnoxiously about the stables, knowing it… Continue reading Gift Horse
It took the man in the sandy-coloured suit no time at all to find the next name on his list. Alvin Benchway, 32 years old. He lived on the fifth floor of an apartment building that had overlooked the River before the suburb was beaten down, then up, by overeager developers. When the man in… Continue reading The Sleep Banker