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snorky @ 11:56 AM #
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Oooo... look who's decided to finally post something... Shit i'm a slacker! It defines me. It never used to but the working life has sucked out my will, fried it up with eggs & last nights left overs and then served it back up to me with no knife or fork and a glass of that crappy Cherry flavoured Pepsi that came out in the 80's.
I could related my life to so many things in so many ways but in the end it means nothing. I'm running on empty at the moment and i'm looking for the next fuel stop. I'm worried i'll run out of fuel and have to start walking.
Damn there are so many talented people on the net at the moment. I wish I could serve up half the quality of some of them. However, sometimes it's the half-assed efforts that make the biggest impact. Check out this dude, www.angrynakedpat.com. If you haven't seen his "Superbowl is Gay" song yet then i'd suggest you download it and watch it with morbid fascination. This guys is nuts! Still... sometimes it's good to watch people other than yourself go nuts.
Shortly i'll be introducing a new site which promises to be even more crap than this one. I'm only doing this because I want to be like Angel. If you haven't already made the move, his new site is here. Check it! Watch out for the dodgey girl there that is wanted by the cops... hehe.
Help me please. What is the difference between Country and Folk? I don't like Country music, yet, I dig Folk. I've put them side by side and they are very similar. Please highlight the differences for me. I'm going crazy. Which reminds me, anybody know where I can get one of those "INSANE" stamps that Homer got stamped with in the simpsons? I want to stamp my forehead and chase people in the street asking them for a hug...!
Oh and another thing. Not enough suits are worn for general use these days. I bought a suit for AU$200 and I want to get my moneys worth out of it. I've been using any excuse to get into. At Orazzio's engagement party he said that we were going to a french restaurant and that you need only wear smart casual attire. So you know what I was thinking... "Suit Up!". I looked out of place but felt superior in one of the cheapest suits money can buy.
That's me until next time. In the meantime. Check out these places:
The Fly Guy
404 Error Page
Why does the shower curtain move toward the water?
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| |- Tuesday, March 04, 2003 -| |
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orazzio @ 2:04 AM #
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FUNCTIONALITY OF THE ABSTRACT
So what is life? What do we make of it. If we do accounting are we but an accountant? Who are we? What are we here for? What purpose do we fulfill. Not as a species but as an individual?
I often measure quality of life by satisfaction and happiness. But how are these things acheived? Some people absorb themselves into their careers. They obscure reality by creating an alternate universe of extra-curricular work rewarded by promotions. Others obscure reality by having children and reading gossip magazines in an attemp to bring noteriety, intruige and sex into the life of a dullard. Some people are us. You and me.
There are countless ways in which we replenish our lives. We eat excessively, we obsess, we stress, we work, we play, we often contemplate our very existance. We have questions, no answers, while some of us never dare question.
What do I want to be when I grow up? Does work mean so much? Unfortunately, probably. We have to be a hippie of some description, or work. Money is an endless necessity. Our only truly legal resource with which to live. So what choice do we have. We have to find what it is that we are passionate about perhaps and that way we can emphasise both enjoyment and fulfillment. But is that really the sum of our lives?
If we are endeared by horses and are fortunate enough to rear them for a salary. Is that all we are? Is that all we really do and all we really become? We often sit in offices and spend seamless hours moving endless reams of work. We seem to move the world. Ironically our absence would be easily absorbed. The hand that is submerged in a bucket of water causes ripples and currents. As soon as the hand is removed the water is still. It is as if the bucket had never been affected. It has the same properties of shape, constitution and calmness that it posessed before the hand reached into it. It is as if the hand had never been there. And so it is with your office. As soon as you walk through the door, the water returns to its natural state. It exists as it did......... without you.
Life too is like the hand and the bucket. We can splash and thrash with all the viritlity we can muster, but as soon as we pass on, the water is still again.
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orazzio @ 10:35 PM #
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Abstract
Again too much to say, too little a space. So I am drawn to the now. Not my misadaventures or outings or encounters or insight. Just now. A space in time inside my head where life ebbs and flows against my weathering hull.
I find myself repeating myself from past days in that my emotions seem to function like bacteria. My lover the host.What scientists refer to as symbiosis. Interdependent yet unable to function seperately. Without her emotional happiness I am unable function with mine. Today I saw her smile at a sales assistant in a shopping mall. That single action made this a great day.
I saw a discussion on television about an observation of mine. About power in relationships. About how which ever partner wants it more has no power and must succumb to the will of the other. Traditionally this has gone to the bread winner but in an age of (for the sake of the argument) equality, the will be with the partner who wants the realtionship the least. And this power may change. Independance becomes obscured and normally evaporates for that person.
For the first time in a long time, I am that person. Strangely the partnership was amazingly equal before that. It is difficult to be oneself when you find yourself fighting so hard to be a part of someone else. ITs like the body had becoem dysfucntional and the bacteria is depleted and therefore causing disease.
The body cannot function properly again until there is equilibrium. Until then I often feel as if I am erroding, rotting and watching my irregular heartbeat in the hope of an umblemished love.
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