Reflections

Perhaps the only thing worth anything are thoughts and memories, sketches of the consciousness – certainly not worth much economically, but worth recording, even for myself and the very few people whom they might interest. It follows then that writing is one way of translating and recording these thoughts and impressions.

This edited post was first published on the Red Alert Blog - June 15 2015

When I started my PhD while working full-time, those who didn’t think I was completely mad told me that candidates who work full-time often complete their thesis in a timely way.

I think it was Benjamin Franklin who said...

This article was co-authored with Lisa Hodge, and first published in the London School of Economics Impacts of Social Science blog on 19 August 2020.

The COVID-19 crisis has amplified the instability of funding streams in Australian universities, resulting in an already precarious system for res...

The earth is beginning its tilt back towards the sun and light is edging closer to us; colours are creeping back to cancel out the cold grey tones of winter.

It's easy to drift into despair at the current times. The frustration and sense of powerlessness is pervasive and universal. The pandemic ha...

It feels like I'm in a Terrence Malick film. Don't get me wrong, I really like Terrence Malick's films, but it's been running for over 3000 hours now and it's getting a bit tiring.

Another day, these four walls. Home as work, work as home. No avoidance. The same routine, the days melting and fusin...

As I sit here, there is a sudden rush of energy forcing its way forward. A stretch of milder days is being brought to its end as the wind and rain cascade forward and transform everything around me. It's been nine weeks since I've been outside in the old world, which perhaps does not exist any longe...