The Listening Problem (What am I doing Wrong?)
Is it possible to listen too well? I’ve had the experience, more than once, where I’ve listened, someone has shared far too much, stopped themselves and then didn’t know what to do next. And I’ve left it. And them.
The Quiet Life
I’d rather take the quiet life please Not the so-called one of perfect ease Full of ever flowing trivialities Bounded by time distracting activities
“Apostate,” she hissed in my face.
Poetry on the Route 19 Tram
The girl on the tram is sitting opposite me. She can’t see me : I’m seated diagonally she taps her phone I see her fingers reaching Down deep into the heart of what she’s writing. She glances up scans all around looks down again I keep my head down. Meanwhile her fingers nimbly Lengthen in…
Wisdom is a Cappucino
“A small cappuccino with a half sugar, please.” You remembered, she thought as she looked at me. “And a large flat white for me.” $3.95 for the cap and I can’t remember what I paid for mine. But I do recall the wisdom that cappucino bought . Our paths had crossed yet again on of…
Waiting for The Sequel
On a not-so-crowded train. She is the only one standing. Back pressed against the only space that is neither seat nor door. Light brown curly but wiry hair, clear open face, same colour eyes (my best guess as far as I can see), all fully engrossed and engaged. The bumps and lurches of the train…
Sexism and Feminism
I mean all I did was just repeat to the missus what was said on the radio. Yep one of those shock jocks was sayin’ that women is destroying the joint. Too right I thought! Got home and the missus wasn’t going to be much fun I think. So I had a go at her.…
Mothers Day is for Everyone
It was Mothers Day. That Sunday we (my then second wife Tracey and I) were with my youngest sons for their access visit and sleepover. That Sunday morning, I quizzed my sons. Did you give your mother a card for Mothers Day? Yes, they chorused. Did you want to phone her? Yes! A quick…
Just Stick to the Stereotype And Everything Will Be Fine (Sorry Heidi Victoria)
Recently here was a twitstorm over Heidi Victoria (the Victorian Minister for Women’s Affairs (Yes that is her real name!)) who made some comments assuming that only women were nurturers. As a man I took some offence and added my two cent’s worth to the discussion with the following: Now it looks like I‘m a feminist. Or…
What Do I Call You Again?
Some terms for addressing women and the pitfalls thereof: • Girly? Is this rural Australia in the 1950’s? • Madame? No I’m not the proprietor! • Mistress? No I’m not one of those! • Missy? Am I a spoil brat throwing a tantrum? • Princess? Nice try but you’re no Prince! • Miss? I’m not…
Getting the Introduction Right (Networking)
Once I thought networking was all about introducing yourself. But after some contemplation, I realised it worked best for me when I introduced others. And got that right. And that took some doing. The first time I got it wrong was when I had just met a beautiful girl at a dance. I introduced her to…