Rubens Blog
Rubens Blog
Ruben Hillier
Hi I am Ruben Hillier. My handle, since back in the day, is tregeagle. My pronouns are he/him.
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After Chalkahlom mentioned Syncthing on the microblog the other day I think I have found a possible workflow for this blog. So here I am with a keyboard plugged into my phone... R and I just spent a night in an Airbnb here in Byron Bay....
I was to meet my son for breakfast at the stipulated time. It was part of yesterdays ultimatum or perhaps pen-ultimatum. He was still in bed when I arrived to pick hm up. He had seemingly forgotten the acid words he had thrown my way the...
A bicycle ride back in 2006 with my boys The brain-cinema has been showing bicycles for most of my life. In my former desk jockey days I would while away the ennui geeking out over bicycle ephemera such as Cycle Chic (Thank you...
Bender might say, "Greetings to my yeasts and bacterias" The picture above is from an episode of Futurama I watched with my boys. The robot, Bender, is adrift in space. His body is populated by 'Shrimpkins'. Auden wrote "A New Year...
Franz Xaver Messerschmidt's "heads" In the late 80's I wrote an awful essay for my Media teacher at Camborne Tecnhical College. There was no internet to speak of back then so I relied upon the books in the limited library for research....
I remember another time when I was young. In my homeland traveling by train. A group of passengers sprinkled throughout the open-plan carriage talked amongst themselves. They appeared to know each other from their intersecting lives in...
Sisyphus by Titian It's a Saturday morning. I can hear a phalanx of lawn mowers, hedge trimmers and leaf blowers marching through the backyards of my neighbours. Australians rejoice in weekend suburb maintenance. Like many others I have...
Sometimes it feels like this. I want to move the fence, make our yard bigger for our fat dog. Re does not want me to start without a landscaping consultation of some kind. Despite this I have mostly formed plans involving retaining walls...
Melbourne Graffiti - overstated security? I forgot I had my old Opinel penknife in my bag. The airport security were delighted. What had started as a normal boring morning suddenly had a frisson of excitement. My counter-culture...
I am such an eejat. I locked my keys in my ute yesterday. Re picked me up on her way home from work. She rolled her eyes at my incompetence. Early this morning Davis and I hitched a ride back with the spare key. Before driving home we...
Another life, in the past Last night I woke up and finally understood the existential answers to the questions posed by my life. The nature of restlessness and desire to travel. How to avoid hurting those I loved if I selfishly left. I...
I used to occaisonally run along the grassy lane after school. I ran to create warmth against the winter sleet and rain. I ran to avoid the drudgery of walking. I was in a hurry to get home to be warm, to eat and to watch television. As...
On Friday I finished an essay for Uni. It was a routine piece of rigmarole. I submitted the file to the University system without a reread. I have no pride. My weekend was free. That was a joke. My weekend is never free. There is a cost...
Ask me any sport related question. I could not give a toss about it. Invite me to hit, kick or throw a ball and you'll regret it. Despite my tragic failure to care about any sports I do love people who do. I discovered a Gabriel Garcia...
Winnie, taken by my Dad Back home in suburbia, it is a Tuesday morning. Pre dawn I was awoken by three metallic taps. In conversation with Re we realise the same three taps disturb our sleep at the same hour every morning. Comforting in...