Stories: Love
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They really are lazy in the far north.
Yes and as you can see some thought stories on PA were more important than helping with the mere 8 acres in the foreground. I mean, I was busy choosing bromeliads.Plus there was sun up there Paul, not like Dunedin. :)
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Dunedin, cool seas and hot furniture
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OK then, I'll bite.
Dunedin, City of Houses.
Dunedin, Up Yer Kilt.
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Dunedin. Where the bloody hell is it?
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Steven, I'm worried that we're all missing the point, and you need a hug or something. Isolation. Pain. Lighthouses. Melancholy. Last man on earth. I can see how all these are associated with the concept of 'Love', at least in a broader sense, but still, being relatively new here, I didn't want to miss an opportunity to extend the olive branch of compassion (wrong branch, what is it?) if it is needed.
And by the way, just clicked on your web link and got this weird blinking, fit inducing, binary screen that was somewhat scary.
If this is all just some clever deep seated reference that I'm not privy to, then carry on, and yes, the Melancholy movie is on and running...
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Phew! Just checking because I was going to share a poem I wrote in 1989 about Lighthouses and dying called When I die, bury me at Castle Point, but the continuity person was at lunch when I wrote it and I end up buried in two different places, which was not so much artistic as literary negligence. I guess I could go all 'Chainsaw massacre' on it and solve it that way...
See what my '21 years later' re-edit can achieve, but I suspect the 'bonfire of humanity' might be the end result.
Time for some more 'man alone' time.
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Our weather aint got nothing on the Aussies right now.
Melbourne endured its hottest night in over 100 years. The temperature dipped to a minimum of 31.3 degrees Celsius just before 1pm (AEDT) on Tuesday after a sweltering maximum of 43.6 degrees.
Suspect that's meant to say 1am. Rather have a chilly December or a humid January any day.
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...and Happiness.
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Wow! Wish I'd been at the Al Green concert. One more, maybe?
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Dunedin, cool seas and hot furniture
That is sooo goood. Positively Shakespearean.
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Tangentially about universal love and peace etc, and a bit of a metaphysical mystery. (Rationalists, don't read on as you will be infuriated).
Last year PAS ran an usual masthead ad from a group called Share International (headed by a man called Benjamin Creme) about a star that was apparently appearing around the world as the harbinger of a new messiah or maitreya, who would soon appear in a television interview. A few days ago Benjamin Creme announced that the interview had taken place in the guise of an ordinary man, but frustratingly didn't provide the YouTube link or name or place. This caused a frenzy of speculation in the blogosphere and speculation now is that author Raj Patel (a sort of UK Naomi Klein) ticks all the boxes, as he was recently interviewed about his new book The Value of Nothing. He has since replied on his blog citing Monty Python's Life of Brian.
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More on this fascinating story. Apparently, was the Colbert show. BTW his book 'The Value of Nothing' is a good read.
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Positively Shakespearean
full fathom five thy sofa lies
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full fathom five thy sofa lies
As that vast velour wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise. -
So very late to the party, but I feel impelled to make my mark anyway.
I have been, from a very early age, self-contained. "Loner" is the wrong word because I like people, I just prefer my own company, my own rhythyms, and I am acutely self-conscious of my occasional social awkwardness. I prefer a quiet night in to a night on the town, lost in a book or a game, things which are inherently solitary activities.
You could draw lines from my childhood to this state of affairs-a father dying young, a mother too grief-stricken and too laden with work to shape me in the ways most would. Whether or not there's any truth to this, that's how I turned out.
Even so, I had (and have) the same longings anyone else has growing up. I fell hopelessly in love with a succession of girls who wanted little or nothing to do with me, fading rapidly out of sight or turning into idealised images of unrequited desire with little connection to the real person they were based on. I gradually grew used to the longing and the occasional casually friendly sex, and settled into a routine that I felt right for me. I was almost never lonely, even so-it was a calm life.
Then, equally casually, I started talking to a girl, and through Myspace of all things! We agreed to go to a Ruby Suns gig on K Road, purely as something we both wanted to do. (I found out later she hated the Ruby Suns, but whatever, women be sneaky.) She was a decade younger than me, tattooed, smart, funny, and remarkably, on the same wavelength as my introversion. I knew we'd get on fabulously when she made a horribly offensive joke referencing Oedipus with herself cast as Jocasta...
We didn't ever sit down and have a "We're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend" talk, we just sort of flowed into each other's lives. Suddenly she was spending her weekends with me while we played Oblivion or Lord of the Rings Online together, while I learned how to cook various vegetarian dishes. It's been three years, and now I can't clearly remember a time when we weren't together, nor can I imagine life without her. We like the same things, dream the same dreams, are at precisely the same point in our lives, and our families love each other too-they're like some strange mirror image of each other, almost. Neither of us wants children, though we have a cat who fulfills that role so, so well.
I spent the first twenty-nine years of my life thinking love had to be tortured, or demonstrative, or overcome massive obstacles, to be "serious", but then I got lucky and found out otherwise.
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Nice. May you both live long and prosper... as they say.
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