Ah. The article in the Australian is by Bernard Lane, who writes Milon’s Memory, a living obituary for a friend of his who died twenty years ago, when he was only twenty. I

Syria’s probably got chemical weapons, Bush says. He’s not threatening to invade them or anything, “They just need to cooperate“, that’s all. In other news, and possibly as a counter-move, Syria’s forming an Axis of Just-As-Evil since they weren’t allowed into the […]

I just sent Espen (my wonderful supervisor) my last thesis chapter, the one about hoaxes and stuff. I think it’s sort of OK but after having chopped out the ridiculous attempts at Lacan (not really my cup of tea, though I struggle […]

On Thursday Mum sent me an SMS from Rottnest, where she’s holidaying with my sister and her family. “Hi jill you are mentioned in todays Australian (Media Supplement, p. 7 on warblogs love mum” Auntie Joan saw it too, flying home from […]

When I picked my six-year-old daughter up from after-school care on Friday the other kids complained: “She can’t go, she’s the only one who can be an American!” Confused, I asked what they were playing. “War in Iraq, of course!” my daughter […]

I’m starting to find West Wing kind of repetitive and self-important, Ally McBeal’s over, even here in Norway where we’re always a season late, and they’ve stopped showing Cold Feet and Sex and the City. The ethers are filled with reality shows […]

My post about hiding behind my blog has engendered fascinating conversations, conversations I’d love to continue and will but not just today. Today I have a wedding to attend. Leaf through the trackbacks (especially Steve and Shelley) for interesting posts. [update 13/4: […]

Thinking of my miscarriages I did a usenet search from back when I was active in misc.kids.pregnancy, and I found this wonderful post, written just three weeks after my first miscarriage, where I wrote about how my friends had helped me and […]

Torill has more insight in my own hiding in writing mechanisms than I do myself: With the advantage of knowing Jill, when her posts turn impersonal and businesslike, I know there’s something wrong – which is why I tried to call her […]

I think if you dare to call yourself a writer you must dare to put ALL of yourself into your writing.