after a breakfast bagel with a bird sitting at the next table, it was onto the first session of the day. an interesting discussion with susan maushart, who had taken her family off-line for 6 months and lived to tell the tale.
then since the day was sunshiney, we took some time out and sat on the wharf, reading the paper and listening to all the conversations going on.
one moment there was sunshine and next...
the afternoon sessions ranged from political talk, to a free-for-all in "so you think you can write". oh my, that was very... interesting, disturbing, strange. one poor chap wanted to write his story of the money pit of bonnydoon (the property from the castle) but couldn't quite get it together. and another fellow who went in for a nose job and ended up seeing the future. i know... i know... if you wrote about it no one would believe you (hang on, i'm writing about it...it's true dammit). later on it was into a discussion about dissent through a new journal, binge thinking. i signed up to receive more info on this. i like the idea of salons and crazy arguments with friends over food.
the view of sydney's luna park from across the water. a fantastic location for the festival.
andrew flew in to join the fun and we headed off to a pizza place at the rocks for dinner. not a late night. it's amazing how tired you can get from just sitting around listening to people talking about really cool things.
(many of these photos by jamie)
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