Monthly Archives: April 2012

Post #48: Pancakes.

Post #48: Pancakes

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Post #48: Pancakes.


I am writing an Annual Report. And at the moment, it sometimes feels as though I’m not even present in my own life, but I’m achieving things, so it all evens out. Happy days!

I eat pretty poorly when I am flat chat, so thank christ for Food Dates with the Canadian! Otherwise all of the pictures below would feature pancakes and poppy-seed bagels.

So here’s my week in food:

When I can’t decide what to make for dinner (or I just can’t be arsed), I opt for pancakes. Currently, we’re on a Krusteaz Blueberry craze. And they taste so much better when you add food coloring. If I had my way, I’d eat breakfast for all my meals. And, yes, I am six years old.

Version 1: Green Blueberry Pancakes.

They just taste better.

Version 2: Pink Blueberry Pancakes

And yes, Mum. I’m taking my vitamins!

Tasty Wasabi Tofu Curry with a side of black rice from my new local, the Unicorn. If I were all about using ridonkulous words, ‘amazeballs’ would be my word of choice for this dish. But I am not, and I don’t. So it’s just damn tasty. YUM!

The Unicorn is my new favourite place…

Last weekend, the Canadian and I enjoyed a culinary walkabout in the Inner Richmond. Did you know the area is actually named for Richmond in Melbourne? True story.

Rainbow Salad at Burma Superstar. Inner Richmond, SF.


Burma Superstar was pretty good. The Tofu Tower was really tasty, the Rainbow Salad was good, and the tofu curry left much to be desired.

Tofu Tower: two thumbs up.

Just down the road, we stumbled upon an amazing bakery: Schubert’s. Before we had even walked through the door, we’d gotten the low down from an exiting customer on his ‘to die for’ list. By the time we left, we were doing the same.

Cranberry and Almond Coffee Cake, Schubert’s Bakery. Inner Richmond, SF.

So. What’s in your belly?
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Welcome to the forty-eighth post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.

Post #47: This is Hardcore.

Post #47: This Is Hardcore.

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Post #47: This is Hardcore.


Last night, the American and I went to see Pulp at the Warfield. I’d never been to the venue before, and it’s a little bigger than the Enmore Theatre in Sydney and a little more run down. Just the way I like it.

I was a Pulp fan as a teen, growing up awkward in suburban Sydney. And seeing them live was pure and heavenly and indescribable. Here’s a review of the gig, because I can only use superlatives right now (and that can get a little tiresome).

PULP! PULP! PULP!

The vibe in the Warfield was incredible, and I consciously soaked up every moment of the gig. Pulp sounded amazing live. And Jarvis Cocker? YES.

My memories evoke a physical sensation on my skin, and the closest I have ever come to feeling it in real life is swimming in a geothermal pool. I spent much of last night feeling that same sensation. Whenever I hear ‘Disco 2000′, it takes me back to 1995/1996. It’s such a trip to have a memory bank from that long ago, and it feels like yesterday… Back then, I thought the year 2000 was The Future. I had so much yet to experience, and was impatient for all of it.

Not much has changed. I’m still as impatient as ever.
And I still love Pulp.

I was so fortunate to have the means and opportunity to see Pulp this time around.

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Welcome to the forty-seventh post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.

Post #46: Friendship.

Post #46: Friendship

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Post #46: Friendship.


A friend of mine is having a pretty tough time right now. She could have cancelled our plans to meet up for drinks on Friday night, but she didn’t. Instead, we found this small, quiet downtown bar and set about dissecting the problem and weighing up the options.

I really felt for her. There have been plenty of times when I have been in her shoes, and everything looks so dire. And no doubt there will be plenty more. I was just happy she stuck around to talk to me about it.

On my way to meet her, I had just finished a section on shame in Dr Brene Brown’s book ‘The Gifts of Imperfection’. These words were bouncing around my head, and then she said the magic words: ‘I’m just so embarrassed’.

According to Dr Brown,

Shame needs three things to grow out of control in our lives: secrecy, silence, and judgement. When something shaming happens and we keep it locked up, it festers and grows. It consumes us… Shame loses its power when it is spoken.

It was powerful to walk into this situation knowing that. So I asked her some tough questions about the source of her shame, about the problems she was having and about the choices she has to make. We ended up having an empowering conversation, tackling the issues head on and removing the stigma of shame that hovered over the issue like a black cloud. I tried my best to give her some perspective, to help her ask some of the tough questions and gave her some positive reinforcement. She is so very talented, and this may well be her opportunity to start something else. I have every faith in her.

Her reaching out to me meant more than she could imagine, because that sense of connection here is something I feel I have been lacking. I love being there for my friends, and I feel so grateful for their love and guidance in return. Yet there’s a very big part of me that is always pulling me away to from wherever I am — to the next move, the next city, the next life. Maybe I should be consciously investing more of myself here than I previously have been.

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Welcome to the forty-sixth post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.