Last year the Pope suggested I give up this:
Pope Francis’ Guide to Lent: What You Should Give Up This Year
I ended finishing Lent in Dubai which literally was the weirdest place on the planet to end 40 days of fasting on the indifference towards others.

This year I started lent halfway through and gave up beer, beef and botox. Giving up beer in hot season was challenging but I really felt like I flaked out and didn’t mentally push myself.

I wonder what will happen next year.




Viral news this week from Afghan | Dec 5th



Women walking with bare legs or wearing miniskirts was common in Kabul during the late 1960’s where the country had seen relatively steady progression for women’s rights by making significant strides in its efforts to modernize and construct a civilian democracy

The women were first eligible to vote in 1920’s – only a year after women in the UK were given voting rights, and a year before the women in the United States were allowed to vote.


Kabul in 1960?



I don’t know if this picture is recent but giving the weather and what’s happening right now with bomb scares, this could be happening in remote places in North Afghan.


Triple Throw Back November

Art Deli

I miss my old art enclave.




Thang Sothea’s. Faces. Nov 2011.

Angkor Art Explo

Take 2 dozen artists, scramble us over some art bikes and let us loose through 180km of the Cambodian countryside. Surprisingly the impromtu art shows and bikes pulled through, the artists were fantastical fun and the partnerships for future shows-galleries- documentaries-life long friends that came out of that ride was life changing. My bro scolded me in the art of leading biking and tours and I loved it .



The only piece of art that followed me to Afghan is Tim’s piece from AAE which he mounted on to old ex’s bike JANE (Jam + Anne = JANE). I loved this piece from day one and several years later he gave me a copy. It sums up my time in Cambodia perfectly and it follows me wherever I go.


KG Teaching

Watching MasterChef Jr on StarWorld right now is the closes thing that I have to interacting with children. My world is full of NGO adults and we are all really boring.  I seriously miss teaching and interacting with those crazy young challenging minds. I hope that when I ‘retire’ from all this nonsense that I can go back to being a humble teacher (easily the best job I had in my life), read “Don’t let the pigeon drive the bus” to kids and celebrate dinosaur day again.


My old kids seriously thought that dinosaurs existed as pets somewhere on the planet. I didnt want to burst that bubble and see their sad faces – the word extinct didn’t exist in my class. That was for Grade 1.

Ebola + BandAid + Empathy

Bandaid doesn’t hide what it stands for. It’s pretty clear. Those who object to Bono’s lyrics or the young smug agenda only have to look as far as the title to understand that its simple a first world solution – a bandaid solution to supporting the fight against Ebola. Fuse ODG says it best in Why I had to turn down BandAid.

In truth, my objection to the project goes beyond the offensive lyrics. I, like many others, am sick of the whole concept of Africa – a resource-rich continent with unbridled potential – always being seen as diseased, infested and poverty-stricken. In fact, seven out of 10 of the world’s fastest growing economies are in Africa.

Let me be clear, I’m not disregarding the fact that Ebola is happening and that people need help. Since the start of the outbreak in March it has killed more than 5,000 people. But every human being deserves dignity in their suffering and the images flashed on our screens remove any remnants of this from Ebola sufferers, many in their dying moments, when they should have it the most.


My partner shared this link with me last month (unaware that I already knew the author ha!) but it struck a chord with me again today after reading the Guardian piece.  I seriously fell in love with this article which reminds me to ignore the media kerfuffle and to keep my focus on empathizing with the hearts of those who are suffering. 

Ebola isn’t the only disease that deserves our attention, nor is it the most dangerous. But the way in which it has captured our imagination (or failed to) in recent months reveals a disease far more deadly and pernicious. Its symptoms? Fear and isolation. Paranoia and exclusion. With this disease we ask only, Is it contagious? Can I catch it? We’re obsessively concerned about one sick person when thousands are dying. And why? Because we’re worried that it might touch us. And what if? What if the lives and suffering of others actually affected us?