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The Binge.

How many times have you fallen for a TV series? like really fallen for it? You’re 2 or 3 episodes into binge watching the first season that’s just become available on Netflix, and you think to yourself, ‘My God, what did I ever do with myself and my spare time prior to engaging in this dramatic consumption of life and thought?’. I am absolutely all over the place with my TV series vices. Don’t give me fantasy like ‘Game of Thrones’ or ‘The Walking Dead’ – I find them completely un-relatable. And please God, no ‘Sons of Anarchy’ or ‘Breaking Bad’, if you find these series interesting, go hang in your local industrial area for long enough and you can see this sort of drama unfold in REAL LIFE and in REAL TIME.

But, give me ‘Girls’, ‘OITNB’, ‘Wentworth’ or ‘Janet King’, and you wont see me for a month. There’s something real about the wind in Hannah Horvaths hair as she cycles down the streets of Brooklyn, with a friend she hasn’t seen in 4 years, in ‘Girls’. With the long hiatus’ ‘OITNB’ manufactures between seasons, you end up longing for a good dose of Red’s realism yearly come May. And tell me a fellow Aussie that doesn’t indulge in a binge of some solid home grown drama every now and then, I know I go over the top with this, always have, always will.


The binge-watching pandemic has taken populations of all ages, genders and backgrounds, and no one seems to be immune. Not even my mother, who used to refer to the TV as ‘the idiot box’, and insisted it be switched off at, what felt like, all times. She’s now found, nightly, tucked up in bed tuning into whatever Netflix series is going, ‘Cuckoo’ at the moment. But, different people tune into different series, and, whilst some would say that tuning in is an introverted socially isolating activity, how bloody good is it when you find a kindred series watching spirit? When one of your nearest and dearest is, whether forced or coincidentally, bingeing on the same program as you, it is heaven on earth! All of a sudden, the characters can be brought to life simply through conversation, and, if you’re as hooked as say – me! Catching up with kindred series watching spirit friends becomes almost like catching up with the characters themselves, oh hey ‘Shoshanna’.

People can say what they like about on demand Internet based streaming services. They can bitch and moan about how the ‘good old days’ were when you, I don’t know, gardened and spoke to your neighbours. I call those future avoiders to a challenge, to sit and watch 3 episodes of …. Hmm…. ‘Making a Murderer’ or ‘House of Cards’, and then let’s see if they come back to me about how sweet it is to swap recipes with Betty over the fence and how this binge watching madness has caused a negative flow on effect disabling them from their fence chats.


The 2016 truth of the matter is that the world wants an escape, and good, intelligent, well-written TV series give us that. We can sit back in the comfort of our own homes and escape. We can become a part of another world, and we can watch those in that world just live around us, without the need for us to interact, we can just watch. And why is this so appealing? On your average day at work, regardless of occupation, count how many individuals you encounter and interact with. We leave the house and park at the station, we watch the world around us, make eye contact with fellow passengers and train guards and ticketing officers, we purchase our coffee and engage in meaningless chit chat with our barista…. You’ll find that before you’ve even arrived at your place of work, or checked your Facebook, the number is at least 20. These interactions are neither positive nor negative, but they are certainly energy consuming. Not to mention these interactions are proof that the idea that we are a disengaged society is just pure bullshit.


Over the last month reports surfaced that Netflix is set to spend $5 billion dollars, in 2016 alone, on producing original content. Well, thank God for that, because I was beginning to think that I might have to subscribe to another streaming service to fill my downtime vice.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to check in on Mickey and Gus’ love triangle in Judd Apatows ‘Love’ – Judd Apatow – the man can do no wrong.

So ignore the binge-watching shaming and get in your onesie, grab your cup of tea and tune in, stat. No judgement here.


CJ x

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A NEW YEAR. And we’re already in March. FUNK.



A Certificate IV in Training and Assessing. Yes, I will complete this baby, under all the sufferances.

A Macbook Air to encourage this all along – double tick on the retail efforts, I’m typing on the thin little minx.

Podcasts. Oh em gee, these are brilliant. Are you on the Podcast train? What are you listening to?

Reading. For pleasure. Watch this space. It’ll be difficult. Recommendations please.

Workshops. I’ve attended two so far. Blogs to come.

Travel: Singapore, Cambodia and Bali – attended. Blog post to come. So’s Christmas. BluesfestByron Bay, Easter Long Weekend, for some shape cutting. Cairns – April, reefs and rainforests.

Binge watching Netflix. Where is OITNB? Can we get a move on please?

Saving and house planning for our little piece of Lostralia.
Full-time work.

Can’t be too difficult, right? 

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The Sea & Tree Change.

I moved to the ‘country’ when I was 21. I was / am in love with a bright young (in the past tense) real estate agent that sold my parents a cute little house nestled into the (not immediate) side of a mountain. They were already moving down for work. I originally had planned to move into the city. Once in the ‘country’ I hated it. As a then 21 year old I struggled with the lack of retail and fast food on offer, the seemingly (at the time) non-existent nightlife, the narrow mindedness of (what I have since learnt was only) some, and the isolation from the city, and therefore theatre, music and art. The three things I may as well live for. I yearned for the city.

I learnt to love the ‘country’ once I started working at the local pub. I met and befriended the locals, granted most of them are (or were) over 65 years old. I learnt from them, I listened to their stories of the town in the old days, and I gained a new respect for it and its region. With the rise in popularity of Instagram and online shopping, the lack of retail outlets no longer bothered me. Clean eating became increasingly popular, and new people moved into town opening up places like Il Locale and LEAF Thai / Vietnamese Restaurant, so the fast food problem was somewhat overcome. The narrow minded were becoming more tolerant, or I was started to realise that they were actually just a loud minority. I worked out when the express trains left the South Coast for Sydney and vice versa. And then, the finale, I started to enjoy Football, I know right. So there I was (am – work permitting) perched up in the freezing cold at the local footy games, beer/wine in hand of course, watching the boys rumble around in the mud and occasionally have beef. I started to get to know more people my own age, the top pub (there are two in the ‘country’, one locally referred to as ‘the bottom’ and the other ‘the top’ – with no significant incline between them) got a makeover with craft beer included – Nightlife became considered adapted to and loved for its ease and simplicity. I fell in love with the music of Chuparosa who played a show at the close by Tomerong Hall, I learned about the evolving Theatre/Music/Arts scene in Wollongong, And now for the absolute Encore, Tim Freedman played a concert a Bundanon. Consider all needs for music, theatre, and the arts met.


Back to Life, Back to Reality (for some)

As life would have it, I landed the job of most (self included) New-Graduate Registered Nurses dreams, in the St Vincent’s Emergency Department in Sydney. I love my work and more than that I love my patients. I moved to a new neighbourhood, Darlinghurst. I love its coffee culture, its bright lights and sleepless nights. I’ve researched into it’s history, and spent countless hours roaming the area becoming familiar with the place. I’m now surrounded by retail outlets and have some new 25 year old mindset of needing nothing. I have an array of fast food outlets available at the click of a finger – most of which require an Ondansetron wafer post consumption. The local nightlife in in abundance, and I can no longer tolerate, nor really want to feel, the effects of alcohol. Oh and I don’t have the bandage dress to go with most of it, nor do I want it. The people are open minded, and sometimes too open minded – I mean even in the country we vaccinate our children? And so far, I think I’m averaging a performance a week, since moving here full-time, which really makes it worthwhile.

I’m sitting here, in Darlo, half watching the news, and I miss home. Home being the ‘country’. I miss the non-inclined but referred to pubs, each pubs tables of knowledge, and their MIA dress code. I miss the Footy on a Saturday afternoon, wine in hand and mud a plenty. I miss the people and their wisdom – like who in the city can grow their grocery basket contents? At the end of the year I’ll reassess but right now I’m thinking I’ll return to the ‘country’ once the year is up, permanently. Thankfully, I’ll return wiser and more appreciative.

But for now I’ll have to chow down on some Missy K, and have the Zofran handy. I know the dumplings look good, but honestly it’s no LEAF, or Johns Thai Berry.


I moved to the city with my DSLR.


It’s nothing fancy. Just a standard Canon DSLR. But I moved to a fancy neighbourhood, Darlinghurst. There’s a gallery on every corner, and the National Art School is one block away. I live in a glorious old house that has been converted into  multiple bedsits with, what at times feels like, 100 other arts students.  Intermittently, wafts of high-quality marijuana seep under my door.

My family has a long history with the area. My Nanna grew up in the area, attending Darlinghurst Primary School and Rose Bay High School. My Pop grew up on the beach at Bondi and attended Sydney Boys High School. My Grandparents first lived together in an Art Deco apartment in Edgecliff. My Pop worked as a rent collector around the Darlinghurst area. The area was then ‘the slums’  and the infamous Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine were two tenants he had the pleasure of dealing with. My Nanna worked in the lingerie department at Mark Foy’s. She tells me that before my Pop she was a regular at the Sydney Trocadero Dance and Concert Hall.

My Mum, also a Registered Nurse, trained at St Vincent’s Hospital in the 1980s. Mum was taught by the Nuns and lived in the Hospitals Nurses Quarters. She was on the forefront in the Emergency Department when the HIV / AIDS epidemic first hit Sydney.

I moved to the City from Berry to start my career. I’m a full-time Registered Nurse, so I am no Artist or even Bohemian. I work in the Emergency Department of a busy inner city hospital. Every day I witness illness, death and the differentiating facets of the human condition. I’ve always loved to explore the aesthetics of nature and architecture, but I look forward to exploring the aesthetics of biology, humanity and the human condition.

So, Inspired by my family and friends, co-habitants and my work, what was just a general high-quality ‘family’ camera, will now be used as my procrastination, my compass and my microscope.