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Today is shaping up to be wildly exciting. I didn't get everything done yesterday, so today is wildly exciting: that makes sense.

The exhilaration in my day is going to include a set of course proposals, acquitting a grant, teaching (it's quantum physics for poets day), putting out a mountain of rubbish (I have been tidying and the result is all currently occupying my kitchen floor), laundry... the sheer thrill of it has overhwelmed me. I think I need a cuppa.

Next time I blog it will be from Melbourne. I remembered at 11 pm that I ought to pack clothes and find my ticket. I suspect* I've forgotten everything else. Except my toothbrush. I remembered that a half hour ago.






* for a very special value of suspect ie "I have done nothing."

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I'm supposed to be doing course proposals and packing, but the cookbook has appeared at my door and instead I'm naming names. Andrew McKiernan and Kathleen Jennings and Sharyn Lilley have made a beautiful book. It's elegant and has a sense of humour. It also has recipes. Many recipes. You can tell Andrew cooks from the way he has laid out the recipes, too.

I have weighed it and you can get 3 copies to a kilo (ingredients for a foodie package).

And, in hot off the press news, Jack Dann is launching it.

And now I have to go pretend it doesn't exist until the launch. 1 October, Conflux. All welcome.

Thank you, Conflux, for asking me to write a cookbook!