Monday, December 29, 2003
Naughty
It is a strange feeling indeed to be blogging, and to be getting paid (not) to do it. I'm working back late tonight, it seems the best option for this window where I'm not expected anywhere in particular. I was to see Dogville with my housemates tonight, but one is under the influence, and the other seems disinterested, so I'll probably wait until my beloved, my bespottled, my bedraggled returns from her sojourn amongst the spirited ones to see first and second viewings of a film I am sure will impress. I'm sure of it, sure of it, sure of it!
I should also note that an initial test transmission of *cnn photography is now up and running...let me know what you think via comments on this page, the link to *cnn photography is at the bottom of my links sections.
It is a strange feeling indeed to be blogging, and to be getting paid (not) to do it. I'm working back late tonight, it seems the best option for this window where I'm not expected anywhere in particular. I was to see Dogville with my housemates tonight, but one is under the influence, and the other seems disinterested, so I'll probably wait until my beloved, my bespottled, my bedraggled returns from her sojourn amongst the spirited ones to see first and second viewings of a film I am sure will impress. I'm sure of it, sure of it, sure of it!
I should also note that an initial test transmission of *cnn photography is now up and running...let me know what you think via comments on this page, the link to *cnn photography is at the bottom of my links sections.
Friday, December 26, 2003
Vitty
For the last three months my sharehouse has been sharing its space with an extremely amicable young German who goes by the name of Vitty [pronounced Witty, its very German, yah?]. A quietly intense man in the English tongue, it is obvious that in German he is a talkative, intense young man. He admitted as much last night, when he and Roland were analysing my current situation and its dire consequences for those around me. They discussed the positive and negative influences that are currently afflicting me, while I sat calmly contemplating the universe I inhabit. It was an incredibly therapeutic process to be a part of, and I was surprised by the honesty I can elicit from my closest friends. In many ways, with his simple honesty, salty wisdom and lust for life, Vitty has quickly become an essential component of my static life in Melbourne. He will leave soon, and I would enjoy the experience of traveling [in some part] home to Europe with him. He has also brought to the fore an appreciation of what I will be leaving behind, the love and respect I share with my friends, the feelings I choose to be oblivious to most of the time. In times of introspective contemplation they demand my attention, my focused thoughts. When I am alone I will miss them terribly. The happy fact is that I will leave regardless, confident that their blessings are legitimate.
For the last three months my sharehouse has been sharing its space with an extremely amicable young German who goes by the name of Vitty [pronounced Witty, its very German, yah?]. A quietly intense man in the English tongue, it is obvious that in German he is a talkative, intense young man. He admitted as much last night, when he and Roland were analysing my current situation and its dire consequences for those around me. They discussed the positive and negative influences that are currently afflicting me, while I sat calmly contemplating the universe I inhabit. It was an incredibly therapeutic process to be a part of, and I was surprised by the honesty I can elicit from my closest friends. In many ways, with his simple honesty, salty wisdom and lust for life, Vitty has quickly become an essential component of my static life in Melbourne. He will leave soon, and I would enjoy the experience of traveling [in some part] home to Europe with him. He has also brought to the fore an appreciation of what I will be leaving behind, the love and respect I share with my friends, the feelings I choose to be oblivious to most of the time. In times of introspective contemplation they demand my attention, my focused thoughts. When I am alone I will miss them terribly. The happy fact is that I will leave regardless, confident that their blessings are legitimate.
Monday, December 22, 2003
May 2
A day of departure, extension and annihilation. The day I have chosen, from the numerous potentialities, to be my Ground Zero. Now that has been decided, I can feel an itinerary coagulated in my head. It runs thus;
Arrive in KL, either travel to Sabah or explore a bit of Malaysia then up through Thailand in May/June. Snooze in Bangkok then turn right into Cambodia. Out the other side to Ho Chi Minh City, and up to Hanoi. A skip into Laos and maybe Burma. A cycle through southern China, and a rendezvous in Bangladesh. It gets a bit sketchy at this point, but includes India, Pakistan and Iran before deciding whether to go MidEast and North Africa, or Turkey and Eastern Europe. At the moment I'm leaning towards a bit of Jordan-Syria-Israel-Egypt action.
A day of departure, extension and annihilation. The day I have chosen, from the numerous potentialities, to be my Ground Zero. Now that has been decided, I can feel an itinerary coagulated in my head. It runs thus;
Arrive in KL, either travel to Sabah or explore a bit of Malaysia then up through Thailand in May/June. Snooze in Bangkok then turn right into Cambodia. Out the other side to Ho Chi Minh City, and up to Hanoi. A skip into Laos and maybe Burma. A cycle through southern China, and a rendezvous in Bangladesh. It gets a bit sketchy at this point, but includes India, Pakistan and Iran before deciding whether to go MidEast and North Africa, or Turkey and Eastern Europe. At the moment I'm leaning towards a bit of Jordan-Syria-Israel-Egypt action.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Caught
So Saddam has been caught in a rathole near Tikrit. I guess that's a good thing. If it results in a lessening of 'terrorist activities', perhaps there is a chance for a successful occupation, a la Japan [I'm not sure the Japanese would considered two atomic bombs a successful occupation, but you know what I mean]. If it doesn't, if the shootings and violence contiues, or escalates, I will watch with interest the PR response. Deny Saddam's influence? Wave it off as coincidental? Reclaim al-Qaida influence? One must wait and see. The other question I want an answer to, is where will a trial be held? The Americans would be loathe to allow an Iraqi court to spring up and trial him internally, yet they cannot drag him to the ICC, of which they are not even a signatory...Interesting times. I don't have enough time now to either elaborate my opinions nor check that what I have so far makes sense, but I will return.
So Saddam has been caught in a rathole near Tikrit. I guess that's a good thing. If it results in a lessening of 'terrorist activities', perhaps there is a chance for a successful occupation, a la Japan [I'm not sure the Japanese would considered two atomic bombs a successful occupation, but you know what I mean]. If it doesn't, if the shootings and violence contiues, or escalates, I will watch with interest the PR response. Deny Saddam's influence? Wave it off as coincidental? Reclaim al-Qaida influence? One must wait and see. The other question I want an answer to, is where will a trial be held? The Americans would be loathe to allow an Iraqi court to spring up and trial him internally, yet they cannot drag him to the ICC, of which they are not even a signatory...Interesting times. I don't have enough time now to either elaborate my opinions nor check that what I have so far makes sense, but I will return.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
It’s because
Now she’s all my world, yet another guide that is taking me towards the centre of me. Her world is another universe, an unknown, and for some reason she resonates my inner sanctum, unconsciously. (N.B. adj. Relating to that part of the mind which is inaccessible to the conscious mind but which affects behaviour, emotions, etc.) I listen to the echo and feel it may be some part of me I am hearing.
It’s because I’m leaving an old life behind, or at least trimming it of excess. And in making plans to leave one of my lifes, I am fully aware that I might never be able to return.
It’s because the 9-5 timeframe is numbing me, so as to later take my soul without my noticing.
It’s because I only just realized that I haven't written here since 29th of November.
Now she’s all my world, yet another guide that is taking me towards the centre of me. Her world is another universe, an unknown, and for some reason she resonates my inner sanctum, unconsciously. (N.B. adj. Relating to that part of the mind which is inaccessible to the conscious mind but which affects behaviour, emotions, etc.) I listen to the echo and feel it may be some part of me I am hearing.
It’s because I’m leaving an old life behind, or at least trimming it of excess. And in making plans to leave one of my lifes, I am fully aware that I might never be able to return.
It’s because the 9-5 timeframe is numbing me, so as to later take my soul without my noticing.
It’s because I only just realized that I haven't written here since 29th of November.
