Eucalyptus & Honey is Moving

I'm consolidating a few things into one very calm looking website and will stop this blog and begin again with renewed vigour over at https://gerry-bobsien.squarespace.com/

Join me there!


The Useful Daughter

My sixteen year old daughter is not so great at chores but makes up for it in other ways. A few weeks ago I asked her if she would try and make a book trailer for me (The Colour of Trouble). I really had no idea what she'd come up with. She took off around town with a camera and a couple of friends, enlisted a local band she knows and then presented this to me last night.  Super Cute.


Designs in the Inbox

I have a cover!

Dear Blog

I've neglected you. It has been a crazy old time what with going on Safari and all. Unfortunately I did not get to hang out with the flamingoes who were inconveniently on the other side of the Lake when I happened upon them (snort).
But I did fall in love with one or two warthogs.
LOVE. I tell you you.


It's still January...

So I think it's safe to make this a New Year post of sorts.
I'm declaring 2012 a year of adventure and to launch things off in the true spirit of this declaration I have agisted the children and within a week or so, I will find myself armed with binoculars and a handsome companion on the plains of the Serengeti. I will, of course be anticipating black maned lions, rhinoceros and other beasties, but I am wildly excited about having a little party with these fellows.

Image from here by Pedro Szekely


Teach your daughters how to catch a ball...and carve

When I was a kid my parents made sure I could catch and throw a ball. It was a priority in our family and very handy for gross motor skills. It was also useful when I started playing cricket with the boys and could successfully get a few wickets. Very important. I was always a little ashamed of those girls trying desperately to grapple with a ball and it was with great pleasure that I heard Prof. David Lubans speak at the recent TEDxNewy about role models for young girls (he's a Dora the Explorer fan) and had a lot to say about getting girls out there and active (also major sentiments in my book Surf Ache). But in our house, it's these gorgeous Spanish chicks that inspire my girls. I think every parent should show this little clip to their daughters. It sparked a frenzy of skating in our house and now both daughters love nothing more than to  carve it up. Thank-you All-Girl's Longboard Crew.

Carving the Mountains from Juan Rayos on Vimeo.


The Novice

Last week I had a blast talking about the joy of being a novice at TedxNewy. Great day full of interesting ideas. In my talk I mentioned among other things a work by Wayne Kaustenbaum, Humiliation and was a bit careless not to mention an article that added to my thoughts about the novice with aspects of humiliation and shame (yes they are all connected). If you'd like to know more about this, I first read an article by Sam Twyford-Moore on the Meanjin blog about the book and then I read this and this and this and this. And a stack more. And now I finally have the book.


Making the arrow less of an arrow and more of an...arrow

I shared this on facebook recently via here and then my friend Pete did this to it.



I'm currently working on an urban art framework for a watery part of Newcastle. It's had me thinking about signs and how we are moved around (or not) in the city. How we are told what we can and can't do and about how much we are told about a site's heritage, previous use or significance. About how much our planners, urban designers and architects are prepared to tell us what happened once upon a time in the olden days. This level of interpretation becomes invisible over time despite its attempts to create some kind of museum out of public space. And I often think what they don't tell us is much more interesting. So this train of thought took a jolly tangent this week when I got close up to this clever nod to the OH&S marker (the most overzealous signage of all). I'm so glad Novocastrian architects have a sense of humour.

Then this gem was brought to my attention courtesy another (anti)sign enthusiast. It's a map of a park placed within a park. Not that unusual, only you can actually see the whole park spread out in front of you. You can see the entry points and the various amenities just by looking fifty metres ahead. It is something both melancholic and maybe a little existential but mostly it is ludicrous.


The Forgotten Beach

My words in this month's Surfing World Magazine. IF you'd like to read the poems click on the image and ZOOM.


The Happy House: Three windows and a door

I was reading the article
'new models for affordable sustainable housing' with an invisible ear
and despite all the clean space between words (charcoal gray) and
the shiny image of a house that will never be mine,
My hand moved towards my tea where it did not hesitate
but gently knocked the mug onto the page
and now murky like the harbour, I knew the aesthete would be displeased.

But, it did correct my mood.

The font (Eurostile) disappeared under the tea
along with all those words about a future where promises are
meaningless under the weight of an income held to ransom.

The Happy House nudges the road with cheery confidence
for one so close to mishap.
This is the house I dream of despite the
earnest promise of all those magazines.
Teal blue is a joyful colour but here, care must be taken as the sensory path
of association can lead you to the laundry basket of a surgeon's scrubs.

Take note of the Happy House where no design
was ever critiqued or measured or workshopped.
Just coincidence in the form of three windows and a door.

(image : Trevor Dickinson, Glebe Road 2291)