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“SELF ELEVATION/love urself.”

Seven months


I just put Sunday to bed. I am very strict and inflexible about her bedtime. We’re travelling to Paris in a few weeks, and only after we booked did we suddenly realise we’d have to stay in the hotel after 7pm and silently eat dinner together so she can sleep. C’est la vie! I can’t wait for us to show her Paris. Even French people, famously French, will melt at the sight of this small baby. Everyone does. Today I was at Ridley Road Market and saw a simple blue tshirt upon which was written “SELF ELEVATION/love urself.” I took a picture of it, obviously. The stall holder ran up to me. He was going to get cross, but as I turned around he saw my baby strapped my chest. He downgraded from furious to cooing in an instant. I deleted the photo while he waved at Sunday. He said thank you; he had to “protect his IP.” (Please don’t copy his slogan.) Anyway, Sunday is seven months old now. Life is very happy with her in it. She can sit up without help, and also say “buh.”

Meeting the birds at Victoria Park.



Photos by Sunday’s friend Vic.



READ: The Glass Essay by Anne Carson | Mary Beard: The public voice of women. | When a (comparatively) carefree blackgirl wins an Oscar. | Emily Gould: How much my novel cost me. I liked finding out that this, which sounds so natural, took months to write. I also like it because there’s hater fuel in there. She squandered a small fortune. Her boyfriend paid off her credit card. These days it’s braver to say that kind of stuff than it is to admit to… (I don’t know, whatever it used to be scary to say in personal essays). | Steve Roggenbuck’s MFA.

LOOK: Anabela’s favourite yoga and meditation apps. | Noisli. | Enjoying Ana Kinsella’s A week’s clicks. | Happy birthday Fashion Abecedaire!

THINK: Normcore: “letting go of the need to look distinctive.” | Peer pressure no longer exists because peers no longer exist. | Television is not the new novel. Television is the old novel. | Regret is the perfect emotion for our self-absorbed times. | On boring, inaccessible theatre. | Australians “find something cathartic about this official form of violence.” | Parental anxieties and stress about technology are “devastating and destructive.”


READ: The love affair between Elizabeth Bowen and Charles Ritchie. “If she ever thought that she loved me more than I did her, she is revenged.” | On not going home. | Mavis Gallant: “Had she lived some other way, she would not have been the writer that she was.” | “Never trust a fart. Never pass up a drink. Never ignore an erection.” A man in his 90s. | “Reading widely and deeply is crucial… but knowing every important work of literature, if you want to be a novelist, is not required and could even hinder things.” Rachel Kushner’s By the Book. | How to be popular. | I put together a reading list for soon-to-be mothers. (I can’t believe Sunday is six months old. Some photos of her new bedroom.)

LOOK: At least four cups a day of Campbell’s Perfect Tea. | I can’t wait to watch The Broken Shore. | The Macrobiotic Plate. | Strumming music.

THINK: Art+Feminism Wikipedia Edit-a-thon. | Anna Krien: the “seemingly contrary mix of uncertainty and confidence” of good longform journalists. | Your memory rewrites the past and edits it with new experiences.