Monday, 30 September 2019
Sunday, 29 September 2019
As for here in Australia, well, our Prime Minister Scott Morrison, has been making himself a deep friend of Donald Trump, and all the way from America, Scott has chastised China for...being China...whereas it should be...Not China...but rather China the Way Donald Thinks China Should be...I guess. No one asked Scott to do that on our behalf...and especially not spouting out such rubbish from some foreign Americanese city... No one thought that was a great idea. Jesus, what a dick head! Why do that? Come home, shut up, do your job, Scott, at least whilst you still have a job.
"A Totalitarian State is a country run by One Family. A Democratic State is a country run by one of two families who each pay to have turns." Hong Kong is a part of China the same way Tasmania is a part of Australia no matter how many Tasmanians, and how many Australian mainlanders, don't actually like that fact. The fact won't change. As for Hong Kong, 4 months of protest, or 400 months. It doesn't matter. Take as long as you want. Destroy everything you need to destroy of your own making and of your own families. China won't stop you - you are China. No one will stop you. It won't change a thing, for the better. There is a time to build up, and a time to break down. Do what you need to do.
Thursday, 19 September 2019
Boredom is Essential.ON BOREDOM AS A NEW CULTURE & ART: Apparently, with social media and always being connected, the problem is that we are not deeply, intrinsically, bored enough. The state of boredom is very important as a survival mechanism. Why? Because a fair bit of reality is absolutely boring a fair bit of the time. Having a 24 hour news cycle doesn't change the fact that not much in the news isn't boring. Fortunately, when bored, a person's mind is processing millions of things just under the glance of consciousness, working out problems, developing future survival scenarios, etc...most of the mind is about surviving the future rather than enjoying Netflix or football or horseraces...but with too much active thoughtful absorption in the present, too many activities, too many stimuli, we strand ourselves and dumb ourselves down into acceptance of the relentlessly mediocre. To deal with this, you can actually go to 5 day conferences on Boredom where experts talk about the likelihood of lottery wins, aeroplane meals, new word meanings, Hollywood, plankton, veganism, etc, and whilst they talk, and talk, and show slides, you, in the audience just kind of ...get functionally bored for hours ...and re-visit yourself unconsciously and devise your good future...and your good future is...dear lord...for fuck's sake...anything but this!
Tuesday, 17 September 2019
A good first day off work today. Although I would have preferred to sleep in til about...4pm, but... instead, I was up at cold 7am and then Mrs Fitz and I drove to Melbourne Town in the Big Traffic for about an hour and a half to the Eye Hospital (officially called the Royal Eye Hospital but I will not call it that, ever, as I despise the Sassenach invasion and occupation of Ireland). We waited for an hour or so, dozing in the dozing voluminous cloud of crowd there, and then I saw an eye doctor who said the recent laser surgery worked 'Hunky Dory' and, well, blink, that's good! Thank you very much. Great skills. I came home with 2 eyes yet again, and both still in their own individual sockets. I love being married to Mrs Fitz for many reasons but the main one is that I enjoy her company and, for some odd reason, she enjoys mine. She went off to work this afternoon so I am a bit sad being without her for the hours. In the interim, at home, I prepared a pretty good birdbath and bread experience for the backyard bird fly-ins, and a kind of tiled spot for the carnivorous kookaburras and crows, and left them with an offering of a pork rib bone. Beautiful sunny day today, and a tree in the yard is full of pink blossoms, humming with harmonic bees. Birds are occasionally gambolling about in the yard. An hour or two before sunset, I could well mow the small backyard, just for the green smell of the grass. Tomorrow, early again, we are off to get new tyres for the Nissan 4WD ute at Fawkner, a suburb 20 minutes away, rather than locally because the Fawkner folk throw in a free wheel alignment, then we'll have some lunch and I'll drive Mrs Fitz to work at the airport, and then pick her up when she has finished her work there. If we have time, in the evening, we will get back to ruling the Universe.
Tuesday, 10 September 2019
Perspective:"It's a matter of perspective. The thing with regret is this, Bill...yes, as a father you were a bit of a dickhead at times, but you treated the kids pretty well over all. No violence, no horror. Sure, the absences were too long. You failed at things you didn't want to fail at, sure, and your kids don't like you much at all, but that's not unusual. You should put down the regret for awhile. Don't worry, when you miss it, you can pick it up again. Remember that if you were a great Dad, the world being the random entity it is, for all you know, while driving the kids to Disneyland, you all could have been slaughtered by a truck driven by another happy Dad driving fast to bring home gifts to his happy kids. That kind of thing happens a lot to perfect parents."
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