Sir Bono.

Holy cow! Bono just received an honorary knighthood!

SOAWESOME.

Now let me tell you, I used to think Bono was a complete twat. Well, he probably is. But I got over "The Sweetest Thing" and I'll never have to meet him, so it is now my unconsidered opinion that he is THE MAN. For services to humanity? For writing modern day psalms that ache my heart? For faith and passion and importunity and love and a voice that's not afraid to sing the high notes? Yeah... that... and his grunge 80s hair. Whoo!

mo'hair

Slept in till nine, finished breakfast by 8.30. Got to love the end of daylight savings.

So, another week is over, a new one just begun. Seeing as I haven't written in here for a goodly many weeks (slacker), I guess I'll just review that one just finished. Should make for copious, if not fascinating, blogging. (As if 'fascinating' was a prereq of bloggage.)

Last Sunday! My headshaving party! Despite me organising it, I had a lot of fun. As the afternoon progressed my hair went from mostly fine to mullet to mohawk, thanks to the handiwork of some very patient friends and a girly razorblade.

"You only get two blades? How do you shave with these things?"
"Yeah. Discrimination against women. We have to shave twice as hard to get half the result."

I promised Minh pictures. So, okay.
From hair...



...to mohair... (one word: irascible)










...to no hair. Not many folks have seen this-- I wear a hat nowadays.










Big Love to everyone who came along, massacred my hair, provided me with muchas moral support, and sponsored me. You people are awesome.

The rest of my week was fairly tame in comparison. A none-too-strenuous nine hours at uni, which I am loving madly. Who knew Aboriginal languages could be so much fun? Even my psych. unit about vision is interesting-- we're doing a real proper experiment to find something out, something to which we don't know the answer. I can't stress the coolness of that point enough. First and second year psychology is tedium ad nauseum, but this semester we will add to the field of knowledge. Enthused! In a nutshell we hope to determine if there is one neural mechanism to detect and recognise all shapes, or an invidual detector for each shape.

So, for the first time ever, I am enjoying all (okay, both) my units. I can't stop smiling.

Worked Friday and Saturday, so I am in a fair way to getting rich. Bah. You know what irks me? Superannuation funds. I dunno, I kinda have a problem with the government taking my money and giving it back to me when I retire. I'll retire when I'm dead. In the meantime I could be doing something with that ~9%, something worthwhile. Superannuation doesn't sit too well with my faith, I guess. I want to trust God that I won't end up homeless under a bridge, I don't want to be forced to make provisions for myself in the abstract future when for Christ's sake I mean there are kids who don't have a future for tomorrow.

No doubt I'll be glad to have that money some fifty years hence.

"Prosperity knits a man to the World. He feels that he is 'finding his place in it', while really it is finding its place in him. His increasing reputation, his widening cirlce of acquaintances, his sense of importance, the growing pressure of absorbing and agreeable work, build up in him a sense of being really at home in earth... [the young] will not apply themselves steadily to worldly advancement, prudent connections, and the policy of safety first... You will notice that the young are generally less unwilling to die than the middle-aged and the old."

-The Screwtape Letters,
C.S. Lewis.

Well, I think I've blagged enough for now

Whilst I was trying to study a few thoughts decided to delicately weave its way into my brain, and now, unless I resolve these issues, I won't be able to study again. Where do I begin?

Lets start with the cliche nobody's perfect... everyone has faults, everyone has things about themselves which they would like to change and everyone has things about them which annoy others. The question is, how much of this are we able to change, how much of this is actually within our control? Or do we continue to be creatures of hiprocricy, with what we say about ourselves being what we'd wish to be contending rather viciously with what we really are?

Is there any escaping it?

Feet Are Still Landing

Hi Amy,

Sorry I haven't written in this blog for ages...I was really busy leading up to Melbourne and I been recovering eversince I got back. Melbourne was so awesome! The long walks in the Royal Botanic Gardens, the naps by the lakes, the unusual encounters in the zoo. Oh the list goes on! Seeing Jen again was the best part. It's amazing the impact a great friendship has on your state of mind which inadvertantly correlates with your state of self. Congress was good fun, but twas a lot more different the first time round. I did meet a few memorable characters which made Congress a lot more interesting emotionally :P

But yeah, back to earth now. Many interesting things awaits and life goes on...

Minh?

I got the feeling this would happen. But it was a nice try, anyway :)

The living dead.

I just spent my Christmas book voucher on the Essential Calvin and Hobbes anthology. Yeah, real highbrow. I think perhaps the giver of said voucher was hoping I would buy something more... literary? But I don't buy books as such, novels, and in my humble opinion there is not a cartoon more humourous, beautiful, crazy, and poignant than C&H. I'd like to meet Bill Watterson one day. I think we'd get along well.


I also saw Marie Antoinette today. Overall impression: pretty and boring. Well, I don't know much about the French revolution, but I imagine the politics and riots would make for an engaging film. Not this one. Maybe that wasn't Sofia Coppola's intent. Maybe she was more interested in portraying an extravagant, frivolous lifestyle in all its technicolor frills and thrills, but it wasn't so over the top as to be fascinating. It was just... empty.

Happy Feet: I really quite liked this film. I thought the plot was thin and not very well developed, but singing penguins don't need a plot. It was a big, vivacious film. Sometimes funny ("I heard an animal once do that and when they rolled him over he was dead"), corny, scary (I don't like water), and poignant (there goes that word again!). When the film was over I felt like a dumb foolish human.

Night at the Museum: This was my favourite of the three movies I saw this week. A guy gets a security job at the museum of natural history where the exhibitions come to life at night under the power of an ancient Egyptian tablet curse voodoo hoodoo thing. It was the characters that got me: you can imagine, a film with Theodore Roosevelt, Sakagawea, Attila the Hun, Jedidiah the cowboy pioneer, Octavius, cavemen, an Egyptian king, a talking Easter Island head, wild animals, and a dinosaur... what a line up. It was fun. It made me want to learn history. And it reminded me of the crazy imaginations children have, which we seem to lose along the way.

*Sighs* Thanks Amy

I've just viewed our blog! Amy's done such an awesome job! She knows me too well! Thanks again Amy!



I really don't know where to begin... I'm utterly disdained at the thought that we've actually put the idea of an online journal into productivity. We've been thinking about it for awhile but it twasn't until the motivational pull of New's Year's Resolutions and the epiphanic realisation that we haven't really got that much time (more strongly relevent for me than Amy due to a very deep conversation with one of my closest friend just before New Year's about the death of the love of her life and the regret he carried with him beyond the grave) that we spurred it into existance.



There's soooo much more to say, but t'will save it till tomorrow, for I'm in the middle of designing my wardrobe for 2007...goodnight.