Many treasures were kept in the little drawers and compartments of my aunt Pearl's black wood jewel box: newspaper clippings, small photographs, brooches, sparkling gems and shining chains with fancy clasps that I longed to wear around my neck. I loved to gaze at the mother-of-pearl etchings in the box, admiring the oriental designs and way those lines gleamed in the darkness of the lid. Most of all, I adored the gentle tinkling music that played whenever the box was open, winding it up after it began to grow heavy and quiet, mesmerised by its lullaby and imagining what secrets I might find within the folds of the box.

These are my random secrets, collectibles, and gifts, bound up in words and light. The jewel box may not be touched but it can be explored, just like that wooden box of long ago.

The Facts:

Contact: My about page/bio.

September 11th, 2001: A Wedding Album. Pictures from our wedding in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.

The Words:

slackerbaby: a blog of sorts, I won't post update notices every time it's added to since it'll probably be updated at least every three days.

sammy the wondergit. My Livejournal, circa 2002. Frequently updated.

[out of context]: my online journal, infrequently updated. Houses most of my journal archives, except for hush, baby and chonk - they can be found here. It's all a bit scattered around here, I hope to have them all organised & under the same roof one day.

Stuff Written: the occasional lame stab at poetry.

Random Pieces: words that didn't fit anywhere else.

The Miscellaneous:

Drawings: wacom tablet doodlings and some scanned pictures of mine.

Bookish: begun 2003. The books I'm reading. May some day include recommendations and reviews.

Our DVD collection: a list that may say something negative about my taste in film. My movies and I hope that you are objective and non-judgemental.

The Archived:

PeopleSpotting: some pieces from 1999/2000 about riding on Melbourne trains. It's not an ongoing project but permanently archived here.

The Notebook (now retired). This is where I threw my on-paper writings - mostly poetry and scraps of prose - whenever I felt like it. I haven't been writing much lately and that saddens me a great deal. I've decided just to close it for now - perhaps there'll be a resurrection at some stage in the future. For now, you're welcome to read over my crappy teenage musings.

Tictac Moments (now retired): small personal writings from mid-98 - January 00.