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The right to having a life

“I can’t keep up with myself at the moment!” a friend SMS’d me this morning. How ironic. She’d just given me the perfect opener for this week’s article focusing on the busy factor that’s rapidly consuming our right to having a life.

On that note... how is your week going? Are you barely managing to cope with the obscene amount of ‘to-do’ parked in your unread email box? The last thing you have right now is the time to read another self-ranting article by Josh. The next 5 minutes could be far more efficiently used to re-check your email you just checked, re-schedule another very unimportant meeting, cancel your dreading it in the first place lunch date, update your ‘Places’ in Facebook, watch a hilarious dog dancing clip on YouTube and log-in to review your well diversified but slightly bullish share portfolio.



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Brace yourselves… The Lower North

Being a temporarily displaced Eastophile, only a few months ago the notion of 'interesting' existing beyond the boundaries of Potts Point and the Everleigh Farmers' Market, with an occasional sidesweep of Bondi for a weekend plunge, was ridiculous.

Today in January 2011 here I am… imprisoned… shackled to the confines of Neutral Bay Woolworths and The Oaks cook your own steak mate. I'm now forced to endure the sensory destroying slam of Military Road to travel anywhere beyond my postbox.

I've chosen though to push my pre-defined notion of northside suburban picket fencing aside. I'm taking on the task of proving myself and the rest of the East, West or South wrong by exploring the assumed unexplorable. And the tide is definitely turning. I've very pleasantly surprised myself with some fine discoveries, both existing and more importantly emerging… all in a location that would previously have been completely off my destination radar.

So step out of the 'I'm living in the only place worth talking about' closet, and lock in the GPS for a day of tree-lined inner city north.



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A night at the Palau

If the Palau de la Música Catalana were retailed it would be a Copper Art lead-light gaudy disaster of a table lamp. One you would typically miss flipping through the Sunday paper, pictured on special for $9.95 next to the dozen plastic everblooms, brass and smoked glass coffee tables (charming!), electric mohair foot massagers and signet plant urns.



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