Here’s a poem I wrote the other day, now complete with handy illustrations. Yes, I’m overusing the cross-stitch font I love so dearly. No, I’m not going to stop ’til I get enough. (Credit Rilla for the genesis of the “lacy” pun.)

I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo called ‘Silo 6′. It’s not very good, obviously, but it deals with a topic I keep returning too, which is the constant, weird potential for chance encounters and wrong ideas.

I forget why I wrote this short story other than as a musing on death in general and funerals in particular. I’ve always had a thing for inglorious ends.

There’s a great comic called “The Guy I Almost Was” which I’ve always liked. Add that to a stolen essay about McCahon repurposed to be about me and there you have it.

I felt compelled to write a kind of semiotic analysis of the cover of the New Zealand Listener, 10-16 March, 2007, which has a story about women getting ahead in building.

This is a review of Stephen Cutler’s “(story)time”, at Small Red Gallery, Wellington, 1 – 16 March 2007.

These are texts based on works in Gordon Crook’s “Inhabiting the Circle”, Mary Newton Gallery, Wellington, 28 February – 24 March 2007.

Came across a text promoting Tao Wells’ Spoilt Boy Aesthetic exhibition at Gambia Castle in typical art-speak fashion. I translated it.

I’ve always been interested in the possibilities that randomly generated images present. A randomly generated image could be of anything. But it’s almost always just of static. So, what if it wasn’t one time? Be afraid?

I often write random declaration in all caps in my notebooks. These are all of those statements from my notebook of 26 August 2006 to 3 November 2006.