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Monday, September 30, 2002


Well this weekend was a whole lot of mixed up emotions. From excitement for the game (grand finals, Aussie rules) to the shock call from a person I thought never to speak to again, to successfully achieving a goal. Rather than go through the whole story I just want to put all the emotions down according to the days.


Friday, September 27, 2002


I was at a cool little bar in Melbourne last night (Troika bar) having an interesting conversation with a few friends. It started with the new fox real life TV show where a person runs for office in the US. I couldn’t believe it. Is this real can they do this? Then wow how amazing is that, I got to see this. Anyway as all conversations can branch out into many a convoluted tentacle, we started to discus other potential game shows the US could come out with. Maybe a Bigbrother type game called “nukem”. The housemates are people from all over the world. Every week people vote off a country they don’t want to nuke. In the end you’re left with a nation that the people have voted for nuking. All from the comfort of your own room. What’s more easier then the ability to bomb a nation from antics of one housemate.
Anyway that was my last politically charged blog (for awhile at least).

Thursday, September 26, 2002


How can we judge anyone by our own values and beliefs when we have no understanding of there’s. What may seem primitive to us may be totally normal to them. This happens on a local scale as well as a global one. Just go travel a hundred kilometres out of your city or town and see for yourself. If we have no context to create meaning of a given peoples culture. How can we claim to know it’s wrong or right.

You tell me who is more primitive? The person claiming to know from a point of ignorance or those who endeavour trying to understand issues beyond their little box called culture?

Wednesday, September 25, 2002


If there is one thing I have learned is to stick to one coffee a day. I just experienced an organic flat white today. It tastes weird but definitely drinkable. Anyway after that second coffee I can’t stop moving or typing or talking or anything else. It’s amazing. I wonder what the come down is going to be like :) I hopZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.


I was reading some consolations derived from Michel de Montaigne works yesterday and I tells you all “this guy was so cool” (“nerd” I hear you say). No really this guy was talking about his body eg. Farts, burps and how is penis works when it was taboo to even acknowledge the existence of your own arse. Here are some sayings of note.

Au plus esleve’ throne de monde si ne sommes assis que sus nostre cul.

Upon the highest throne in the world, we are seated, still, upon our arses.

Or this:

Les Roys el les philosophes fientent, et les dames aussi.

Kings and philosophers shit: and so do ladies.

And last of all, the all time classic (this time only in English)

The disobedience of this member which thrusts itself forward so inopportunely when we do not want it to, and which so inopportunely lets us down when we most need it.

In some respects, he was more open and understanding about his body and what it means to his personality, then many a person today.

Tuesday, September 24, 2002


So here I am at work with NOTHING to do! I'm just sitting here surfing sites for some inspiration. Working in I.T support most times I don’t have enough time to eat but for the last week NADA. I may as well stay home and get paid for it. I always thought this would be great to just sit around doing nothing, but I tell it aint. After awhile you just get sick of doing anything you want. I always wondered what it would be like to win 20 million dollars. I wouldn’t know what to with myself, other than purchase everything I want travel the world and just go plain crazy. It’s just there are a hell of a lot of hours in between the travelling and shopping that I’d be bored.

Monday, September 23, 2002


This morning as I was taking the tram to work I decided to slip on me trusted minidisk. I was (as usual) listening to a combination of chilled out, electronica slash other music.
I don’t know if it was a lack of breakfast, or just the music or both but all of a sudden all I was looking at what seemed a gigantic biological machine. Faces faded outfits only indicated their function in the machines vast complex processes. As the transport brought me closer and closer to the core of this machine the functions of the cells (people) started to change. They moved quicker wore different indicative shells. It was as if I hit the brain of this machine. Towering complexes filled with cells all working together. Each cell firing out change inducing waves to each other, which in turn fired it to others. It was amazing, and I’m part of it. I’m just another cell doing as the whole machine bids, but living a seemingly individual existence. pheeew what a morning!

Friday, September 20, 2002


I was roaming around the office yesterday when someone called out to me. They asked if I wanted to know what my astrological attributes where for my birth date. “Sure” I said. Anyhow after reading how good someone born on that particular day was, I started to flick through the pages. It seems anyone born on any date of the year is great. I’m thinking yeah that could be me. Then I turn the page and again that could also be me too.
What I want is a “what’s your problem” astrological book. Here you’ll find all your weaknesses and annoyances. Laid out in diary fashion. Like for example, you have a tendency for laziness (daaa) or sometimes life can get you down. That’s what I want. At least then we can all make some improvements.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

Lord of the Umbrellas

Well what can I say about Melbourne weather. You leave home the suns shining and the birds are singing. Five minutes later you cursing your stupidity for not bringing your umbrella.
I found my umbrella 5 years ago at a bar I was working in. Stumbling through the darkened interior of the cavernous bar I stumbled across it. It was all-alone in a corner with clearly no owner. So I took it, "people shouldn’t leave such valuables around" I said to myself.
Five years later I’m finding it’s got a tendency to be left behind. It’s like it has had enough and wants to return to its master. The times I have misplaced it or almost left it in a train. I can’t bear to depart with it though. It’s become very precious to me.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

Wake up call

Just something to get me going when I say to myself why did these people make it and I didn't.

I believe the difference between you and someone you admire and want to emulate is very small.

1- They go out and do it
You don’t

2- They believe in themselves
You don’t

3- They are driven even when it seems to failure
You are not

What you imagine yourself to be and what is really occurring in life is very different most of the time. There comes a day when you wake up and realise that the dream and reality are not going at the same speed. Then it becomes the fault of everyone around you, your wife, your children, your parents and even your job.