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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 76. I hold a new Gwinganna record.

    I’m pretty proud I can tell you.  Today at Aqua Pilates I managed to shoot my ‘noodle’ (one of those plastic things little kids use in pools) about two metres into the air and over the side of the pool into the bush below. I was trying to stand on it at the time. Karl…

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  • 75. Can monkeys do Qi-Gong?

    At Gwinganna, the day starts at 545 with a knock on the door by one of the glowing people.  She calls out your name. You have to respond. I don’t know if they actually burst in and rip your bedding off if you say nothing. I don’t want to find out. I sleep naked. Qi-Gong…

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  • 74. The willing suspension of disbelief.

    The Kinesiologist slash Neurolinker had machete man Antonie Dixon eyes. Staring, super intense, prickling my skin, I may have to hurt you but it’s for your own good kind of eyes. I was in his room with a couple of ligament strains that had started impacting other bits of me, and the pretty lady at…

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  • 73. Wrestling with the old me.

    Up here again, in the sky, winging my way to a five star locked down location for a detox. I haven’t fallen off the wagon all year, and it’s August. But the truth is, I have my foot on the neck of a fat drunk girl who is dying to get back out and convince…

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  • 72. And on the eight day.

    And just like that, it’s the eight day and in a couple of hours, and we will break our fast.  That feels like the beginning of a sermon at St. Matthews, which is not completely inappropriate as there have been moments where I’ve worshipped things – like food, and the sun and the good health…

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  • 71. I’m not going to lie to you.

    I am REALLY looking forward to this not being my place setting at the meal table. Two to go.

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