The Cook Book You Can Eat – Cool Stuff


Don’t ask me how I found this, but I was looking for pasta recipes and then other things and this sprung up from Abungac Google. I thought it was cool. It was on this website. The Mary Sue.

By Max Eddie

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In what is likely the best use of pasta you’ll see today comes this cookbook from the Gerstenberg Publishing House. As the title implies, it’s a cookbook that you can eat. And we’re not talking just edible paper here — this is the big leagues. Each page of the book is printed on a sheet of delicious pasta, and the entire book is meant to be read and then baked as a lasagna. Finally, the perfect way to sate your literary and literal hunger.

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Unfortunately, my German is terribly rusty. However, it looks like the book/dinner’s creators missed a big opportunity to print the recipe for the book in the edible book itself, but with a cookbook you can eat, I don’t think we should be so picky.

The Dead and the Living – Photography


In this Dead and the Living shots, I caught a grasshopper coming out of its old skin this evening as the light was fading. By the time I grabbed the camera, the grasshopper had hung its old skin neatly on a garden stump, just like a coat hanger.

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A Writer’s Guide to Defamation and Invasion of Privacy


I found this gem on Writer’s Digest. I am writing a memoir and I asked the question, “who will you hurt when you write?” in an earlier post. I think this article by Attorney Amy Cook answers that question in some aspects. 

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A Writer’s Guide to Defamation and Invasion of Privacy

by Amy Cook

A memoir is your story, but of course it will involve many other people. Most of us have not led completely charmed lives. Everyone has ups and downs, and those who write memoirs usually have had mountains and valleys—that’s what makes them so interesting. Recent bestselling memoirs are replete with addiction, abuse, homelessness and triumph over these adversities. But do the other people in your story want theirs told? Are there elements that might be embarrassing to them? Will their memories be in sync with yours?

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She Married Her Stalker – Wildlife and Photography


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Penelope got married.  This was a news that is no longer news because I was reluctant to share it. Penelope the goddess (see other duck stories) married her stalker. The male duck (pictured with her) lurked around our backyard for weeks as she was growing up last year. He has a tall slim body and deep grey feathers. His head was the darkest amongst all the other ducks. I had not seen him before Penelope was born.

I think I kept chasing this male duck away because subconsciously, I believed he would take her away. None of my threatening moves scared the duck and I was surprised by its persistence to stick around.

Each time I yelled at it, I was scolded by my sons. They argued that the male duck could be Penelope’s father.

“Oh really, you’re serious?” I would say, knowing the duck wasn’t her father.

The dark headed stranger would wait in our yard, in nearby trees and bushes and watch her. I had a name for it, but this blog is G rated so I won’t say it. As she got older, Penelope became silly and stubborn. Her behaviour changed in the evenings, she wanted to stay up and outside the coop. This is the story of Penelope, the baby duckling we raised. I guess I could not say Penelope grew up, got married and lived happily ever after. Not yet, as her story has not ended. Pictured here the feathered couple sat away from the pack and watched the new ducklings swim.

“I am afraid they are getting new ideas”, I said to my own children.

“Mum, stop messing with duck-business”, my son Nathan said.

Standing under the hot Brisbane sun, I watched Penelope and thought of her when she was tiny and had a broken foot. She grew up too quickly and being able to fly in November last year, she left home and disappeared for a few days. Then she returned home with ‘him’.  I was not impressed at first, but after a while, I watched the way they spent the day and it melted away  my anger.

The male duck serves the goddess with his love and patience. Penelope is very demanding and seems to bark orders at him. He obliges and keeps calm. Most times, he just follows her. Yesterday, she took him to my second garden near the neighbour’s yard. None of the other ducks go there and I was surprised to see the pair. But, that was where she and I used to spent most times; me pulling out weeds and she eating them.

I am okay with them spending time in my garden. She is happy and she is still here in Bellbowrie and that makes me happy.

I was laughing as I wrote this story, but I did get really annoyed in the beginning with Penelope and this male duck. If you think this post is ridiculous, say so, but I needed to get it off my chest.

New Bugs – Photography


New Bugs – JK.Leahy Photography

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These tiny mysterious bugs were all over the hibiscus bush a few weeks ago. They are round and flat roughly the size of a pencil top. Interestingly, they lay white bobby pin-head size eggs, soft and translucent like the turtle eggs. They visit the eggs in pairs and leave in pairs which I thought was strange. I have not been able to find more information, but I hope to soon. By all means, if you do know these bugs, tell us.

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