Chasing the echoes of the past. I am tempted at times. To look back at the path I have walked. As distant echoes call out to me. I see ghosts whose footsteps haunt me. So many versions of me. Each discarded as I tried. So hard to move on. A clay mask on me now. Hardened by the fire I slept by. With cracks on it as it begins to crackle. Turning to dust in the blaze.

Monday, February 19, 2018. Why, hello there strangers. Each day is about getting by, one day at a time, hopefully with more items struck off my to do list than new ones piled on.

Saturday, 3 December 2011. A man lives in the Village. A man lives in the Village, his name is Mr. He plays a little Cribbage, and grows a little cabbage,. He empties out his garbage, and eats a little porridge,. He used to work at Dulwich, as a porter for the College,. Swept the hall and passage, dealt with all the baggage,.

The names this artist uses for his pictures seem to align themselves with the emotional impact they are meant to create. It is their role to look after the Eastern Arrernte country and guide their families. This depiction of a Dreamtime is of the spirit figures.

Narrative tests are lousy unit tests. Rebase is not the only way to deliver clean code. PyCon Australia, 2010, Sydney. Open Source Developers Conference, 2008, Sydney. SyPy, 2007, Sydney.