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The world has rotated 240 times on its axis since I wrote "Stirring From An Old Life" after an unsettling visit from a friend. Early spring has become Winter here in the southern hemisphere, looking back on it now I realise I managed to capture in words perhaps for the first time in my life the moments when discontent entered my very cosy existence in the foothills of the Canterbury high country.
Max Crean
on May 21, 2010
Wow! The second I get back from Paris, Dad tells us we're moving to our summer home early. You probably don't realize how stressing that is, because you haven't sat in the car for 12 hours while you're going to Merewood. The scenery is usually very pretty, but it was raining all day. My bed sheets smell a little musty, but I'm going to have them washed today probably. I was hoping to go swimming today, but it is still raining. I think it's been doing this for about a week. But Wednesday is supposed to be clear, so I will have to wait until then. Actually, the new housekeeper is from Hawaii! She tells really cool stories. Her name is Loni (I have no idea how to spell it), and she is going to teach me to make this coconut thing. I can't remember what it's called, it sounds like goo. My brother is still begging for sky diving lessons. he's 11. Dad is beginning to give in, but Mom says the same thing every time: "What if the parachute doesn't come out?" You talk about a boring family. Auntie Annette is going to visit us from Chicago. America sounds like such a cool place. But the accents are sort of strange. Loni has an American accent. Sometimes I wish I could sound like her. Some of the words I don't understand. I think I'm going to turn off my laptop now and try to get Jacob, my little brother to settle down. Our cousin Bart came to visit, and the two of them are playing indoor soccer. I think I'm going to go try to save Mom's favorite China. (From China) The Dining Room isn't a good place to play Soccer.
Noelle Wiggins
on May 10, 2010
I was watching, listening and beaming at a discreet distance; my idle and fascinated curiosity piqued as a small child navigated a well chewed, or possibly gummed, piece of chocolate to its mouth from a remote location on its face. How the chocolate got to its starting point was a mystery but its progress was remarkable. The trail of gelatinous brown slobber was now describing an arc between chin, ear and eye. The intensity and determination of this child's valiant mission was revealed by many similar trails of gooey blobbery from previous attempts upon its face.
Max Crean
on Apr 23, 2010
Chen Guo
on Apr 18, 2010
Perched on a rocky outcrop high above the valley below, looking out on a mountainous scrub landscape bathed in the ebbing warmth of a late autumn sun, I gave thanks to my understanding of God for this day and the wonders within it.
Max Crean
on Apr 17, 2010
I HOPE SOME OF YOU COULD REVISE IT FOR ME.I NEED PRCTICE ENGLISH WRITING.I'M A foreigner。
Chen Guo
on Apr 14, 2010
The author of an article called "Why Is It So Hard To Hold Wall Street Accountable?" is perplexed by the damage Wall St has done to society and the difficulty the US system of justice has in identifying wrongdoing and holding perpetrators to account:
It is not by chance, the system has been rigged, special interests and the agents of foreign powers have riddled the American political system with their people.
Max Crean
on Apr 09, 2010
Do you fix supply or do you fix demand? The question comes from an answer to another question. "When Will There Be a Clean Energy Revolution in America?". It's important listen up! America has vast global oil corporations and huge internal coal producers whos turnover is greater than many countries. Their domestic domain is a mature US market with billions invested in conventional methods of energy production and billions of dollars in the ground. It looks like the only bit of turf they might cede to new renewable sources is the import of foreign oil.
Max Crean
on Mar 31, 2010
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on Mar 28, 2010
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