Jennifer Lang (Page 38)

My grandmother had a wonderful tree in her garden – a pohutukawa.  The pohutukawa tree, native to the north of New Zealand, is the tree I would design, if I was given the job. It grows along the edges of the sands of most beaches in its range. It branchesContinue Reading

This time from Jennifer (ponderosa). Think of the plants (trees, flowers, etc) which grow within 50 yards of your home. Which is your favorite? Port Jackson Fig, Ficus rubiginos. This is a big tree (as tall as our three story house) that grows in our very tiny backyard (big enoughContinue Reading

From Charlotte via (un)relaxed dad: . What do you for the birds and the bees? According to the report in Newsweek, we need to plant a pollinator garden to counteract the effect pollution, pesticides and habitat destruction are having on birds, bees and insects. Bees, for instance, like yellow, blue andContinue Reading

I cycled to work today, which is not that much of an achievement, given its 4.5 km, but I still feel proud. A few observations: there are heaps more people cycling to work these days – I reckon twice as many as when I last cycled to work more thanContinue Reading

I went to a fascinating talk on insurance risk from a former Florida insurance actuary recently. He was talking about the public policy issues involved in insuring people against natural catastrophes. Basically, insurance fulfils three main functions in the economy: transferring risk from the risk averse providing capital in theContinue Reading

Today I’m reviewing one of the Quarterly Essays – The History Question; Who owns the past? by Inga Clendinnen. Quarterly Essays are 20,000 words published quarterly, with responses generally in the next issue. I’ve previously reviewed Clendinnen’s Dancing with Strangers, which is a detailed deconstruction and pieceing together of the historyContinue Reading

One of our favourite weekend excursions is to walk across the Sydney Harbour Bridge, and take the ferry home. It’s been a while, so we did it again today, even though rain was threatening. So picture us – three adults, with three small boys. They’d been cooped up a bit inContinue Reading