Oh God what it is to be alive. The sheer intensity of it all. Do you think if we were supposed to live in absolute kindness that we would actually be equipped with the innate ability to view everything from a humble perspective? To know when to give to ourselves and when to others. When this is sumultaneously possible, and when it is exlusive? It's wild what selfishness does to your soul. It eats away at it far more than anything else can. But sometimes it's so difficult to t

The elderly gentleman across from me looked like a drowned puppy. Water landed on him time and time again hitting the back of his head, seeping through his thin, greying Italian hair and dribbling down his sunburnt nose. I was on a small boat headed back to the mainland in gale force trade winds from the Bazaruto archipelago in the north of the Inhambane province, Mozambique, Africa. At the front of the boat stood a bikini-ed Dutch girl with a small scripted tattoo between he

I was going to open with an essay on beauty as a commodity in surfing. An impassioned monologue on the way female athletes are reduced to items of sex appeal as opposed to talent across so many facets of the surf industry, and we, the brainwashed consumer, continue to buy it. I couldn’t really think of where to start. How to explain it in a way that wasn’t “I am woman hear me roar,” but rather “I am woman, let me carefully and rationally explain to you how this is pretty unfa

Apparently, some dude with a pony tail and a really intimidating knowledge of everything told me, scientists are now thinking that we’re not made out of matter. Well, matter as we traditionally thought. That ‘matter’ is actually made out vibrating thingys. That we’re actually walking vibrations. Vibrators. You know when someone is speaking and you know exactly what they’re about to say? Like, you hear the future? Well, this has nothing to do with that. I just find it freaky.

Today marks the anniversary of the Brits arriving in the far land down under, looking around, disregarding the local population, declaring the red desert and the blue ocean ‘unoccupied’ and announcing in their classic imperialist, colonial manor, that the grand island is now ‘civilised’. In celebration we drink tinnies, wear too much blue, red and white, get really sunburnt and generally announce to anyone that will listen how “bloody good it is to be from Straya”. Listen to