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My students derived much merriment from me today. I am bereft of commonsense, you see and I kept taking the class in odd directions. Our word of the day was 'capricious,' which might explain it.

I did too much on Monday and almost enough yesterday and today all I want to do is waste time. It's the wind off the snow. Biting cold. It twists my brain into warped (and possibly winsome) icicles. It also means that Spring is creeping up on us, probably from Sydney.

I keep wanting to write about these odd little elections. About Abbott's meltdown and about how the net has changed popular participation so much that none of the pundits are quite as sure as they usually are. I'm refraining because no-one has volunteered to come to the National Tally Room with me on Saturday week. This means that, really, your hearts are not in the Australian election. This is possibly because most of you aren't Australian and those that are Australian don't live in almost-snowy Canberra (truly, it's almost snowing outside right now - as I said, Spring is coming) and besides, I shall get over election fever if I focus really hard and think of chocolate.

Baggage interviews and more

I forgot! (magpie brain at work again, as ever) Elizabeth (my Baggage sub-editor) has kindly pulled together all the interviews with Baggage writers. All that and what she thought of the Conflux banquet. I never told her that I made all those cakes and then only had a very small piece myself, which left a lot for other people. I am really not a big eater-of-cakes. You can find both her posts here: http://www.eneitpress.com/blog.php?journal=1