First, Margaret and I went to see Traces the other night, an acrobatics/dance/comedy/poetry physical-theatre event by a (multi-lingual) Canadian mob called "7 Doigts" ("seven fingers"). Go to the link and click on "photos" to the left, and scroll through. The show was fantastic, and while the photos only give a tiny indication, you will see enough awesomeness that I hope you buy tickets and go see them whenever you know they're in your town.
Second, my current New Favorite Blog: The Intern. Her take on writing workshops is perfect. (I only wish she'd gone to a Clarion instead; they're totally, totally unlike. Anything. Unlike anything. Except another Clarion.)
Third, a good friend and I spent yesterday afternoon and early evening eating churros and drinking chilli hot chocolate. I'm told San Churro is aggressively expanding; and, indeed, their contacts page lists dozens of outlets, mainly in Victoria OF COURSE, that's the really civilized state, New South Wales is so prosaic, where's the whimsy in Sydney, but at least they do have San Churro outlets now, so go find one and have their very thick, very aggressive nay, even pugnacious chilli hot chocolate. And don't go past the churros. (Squee note: they have recipes on their site, and their mole recipe looks really good and it's even set out to be beautifully sensible to follow.)