September 5, 2019 in Dag

A tribute to the joys of imagination

I see myself as a pretty imaginative person. I like to think my mind is able to take off on flights of pure fancy.

And I’m pretty proud of that ability. In fact, if you were to ask me what characteristic of myself I’m most proud of, I reckon the answer would be my imagination.

August 29, 2019 in Dag

Putting away my bats and balls

I like sports. I’ve always enjoyed watching sport. As an Aussie, my preferences are pretty local – Australian rules football and cricket are my go-to games. Though I don’t mind a bit of tennis now and again. And I can even get into more foreign-based sports like soccer and baseball and (even occasionally) American football (though deep down, I reckon my all-time favourite sport is that wonderful Irish conglomeration of just about every other game – hurling).

August 22, 2019 in Dag

I’m just not that interested in other people

I’m a creature of routine. Every day, every week, I tend to follow the same behavioural patterns. And one of the things I have sorted to a fine degree is my Saturday morning routine.

Saturday morning is one of my favourite times. Sleep in. Gradually raise myself out of bed. Eat a long, slow breakfast while reading the paper. And when I grab that paper, there is one section I always make a beeline for (at least after I’ve checked out the sports) – the literature section.

August 15, 2019 in Dag

In praise of losing ungraciously

I have a terrible confession to make. I watch reality shows.

There. I’ve said it. I’ve given away my deepest, darkest secret.

There are a number of things I could claim in my defence. I could say that it’s not a deliberate choice, but it just happens to be where the tuning on the television ends up. I could say that I don’t give it my undivided attention, and usually find another way to occupy my mind while the program is running. I could say that as I’m too cheap to stump up for pay TV, there isn’t a lot of choice.

August 8, 2019 in Dag

In praise of scrappiness

Today, I’m going to take a little musical interlude.

I love music. After writing, I reckon it’s my second most favourite thing, and it’s always been an important part of my life.

In this post, I could talk about the beauty of music. I could talk about the wonders of a delightful melody. I could talk about the way it can sooth your soul, and make you feel that the whole world is right. But I’m not.