Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
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This year, for my thirty-fourth birthday, a friend gifted me with a numbered page notebook, one page for each day of the year, asking that I “do something” every day. She didn’t mind what it was that I did each day, as long as I “did something” and then documented it.
I’m sure it sounds as cool as cool can be, but I’ve taken to opening the dictionary each day at a randomly selected page and then finding a suitable word to both learn and learn from. Sometimes I read the word as sincerely as a tarot card, hoping for illumination in “cupel”, “Snellen”, penanggalan; sometimes I just remember that the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary I received for my twenty-fifth birthday has very rarely moved off the shelf, because most of the pages are still stuck together with a faint filament of paper edging.
On day ten of this year’s…
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