There are stories in everything. And everyone. I’d like to share with you my series of ‘personal narrative’ writing on Stories of Geelong writer and journalist Mari Nilssen Continue reading “Meeting Mari: weird writers and changing the world (Part One)”
Category: Beanie’s Book Reviews
A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong
It was a cold Sunday night, very cold. I was protected inside the old Honda from last century that is my car but even that – and a halfhearted car heater turned to the hottest level – did not completely ease the bite of the wicked winter chill which danced around, ready to attack me as soon as I was ‘outside.’ Continue reading “A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong”
Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish
Inside the little town (dramatised for nonsensical purposes) of Geelong, there lies many artists. Many painters, photographers, writers, musicians, illustrators, people who draw on both canvasses and serviettes: you get the picture. Continue reading “Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish”
Books Sans Borders: ode to Geelong’s much loved bookshop
Not getting sentimental or anything but … Continue reading “Books Sans Borders: ode to Geelong’s much loved bookshop”
Mixed imported produce.
Near the potatoes, next to onions and wedged between the refrigerated produce and the deli, there it was. Garlic. Continue reading “Mixed imported produce.”
Salty: Volunteers at Vision Australia, Belmont
For my job, I meet a lot of people involved with local charities and community organisations. Some may say this is just work – part of the job – but I genuinely love meeting these people. Continue reading “Salty: Volunteers at Vision Australia, Belmont”
King Tut … what about him? I mean, is this blog even relevant to him . . ??
King Tut. That’s what we all call him, anyway. Like we know him – or knew him. Is a bit like how we call famous people by their first name? Continue reading “King Tut … what about him? I mean, is this blog even relevant to him . . ??”
An Autumn Day Dallied in Daylesford …
Is this going to be a cheesy blog post going on about the beauty of Autumn? Is this going to be all flowery descriptions (“sunburnt leaves,” “crunchy red” “weak sunlight streaming on lemon, orange and cranberry coloured leaves?”) – something akin to a travel brochure for no particular thing, only called “Autumn?” Continue reading “An Autumn Day Dallied in Daylesford …”
Anna Kosmanovski 