People fail to care that I fell a long way.
Fuck I had a weird dream last night. I was in a plane, and there were seats down inside the wing. Then the wing broke off and all these people fell out. I was fairly smug because I had my seatbelt on, and someone who annoyed me sitting in front of me didn't. The plane broke up, everyone died. I fell and hit the ground and didn't die. I was wandering around telling people how amazing that was, but they seemed mostly unimpressed. I was going through the calculations with them in terms of potential energy, terminal velocity, momentum, area of impact, etc., but it failed to sway their indifference.
There's a message in that for all of us.
I ordered this book earlier in the week on a whim:
I had it delivered to Adam's house, so I'll pick it up this evening, because this arvo I surgically extract myself from my trackpants and tea-mug, and go to Melbourne for a climb at this gym: http://www.cliffhanger.com.au/ Affe titte turbo guile!
1 week and counting. Damn I feel self-righteous.
In other news, Barry roolz [source: Barry].
There's a message in that for all of us.
I ordered this book earlier in the week on a whim:
I had it delivered to Adam's house, so I'll pick it up this evening, because this arvo I surgically extract myself from my trackpants and tea-mug, and go to Melbourne for a climb at this gym: http://www.cliffhanger.com.au/ Affe titte turbo guile!
1 week and counting. Damn I feel self-righteous.
In other news, Barry roolz [source: Barry].
posted by dr. cok at 10:41 AM
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Some interpretations from the dream dictionary:
Airplane Crash
To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified.
Nerd
To dream that you are a nerd who attempts to weave geeky math talk into everyday conversation with strangers to much indifference is a reflection of your waking identity and behaviours.
Ok, I made the second one up, but the first is actual. Take heart young Mat, you will get there!
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My balls itch terribly, yet people seem to show the same lack of concern experienced by you in your fall!
I reckon that the dream is a bit simpler. The plane crash is an almighty stressful/changeful event e.g. the great move from Sydney. And here you are with the sensation of having passed through unscathed and a bit bewildered that so little damage was done. As easy as that – pack it up, drive it down, get into tracksuit pants, and start writing.
Now – as some of you already know, I have my own little plane crash in the offing. I am off next week for a three day (3 day) ((3 fucking days!!)) interview for the position in Antarctica. I have been reading the website and I would like to include an entrant out of one dudes diary to incite sympathetic emotions in all of you.
DIARY ENTRY AT STATION WHERE I WOULD BE POSTED
It’s midwinter in Antarctica: cold, dark, isolated and confined, traditionally a time of potential crisis. Beyond midwinter, they say it’s downhill all the way.
Davis, the southernmost of the Australian Antarctic stations, nevertheless lies only a few degrees beyond the Antarctic Circle so the midday sun is only a few degrees below the horizon. We do not endure the total darkness of the South Pole. Although there is no sunrise for about six weeks, the northern sky still brightens to give a few hours of usable light.
Nor do we suffer the intense cold of the icy plateau to our south. Winter temperatures here are commonly around –20 degrees C, even milder when wind mixes the layers of the atmosphere.
The dark and cold don’t trouble us too much. Outdoor activities may be curtailed by the shortness of the day, but they are not prevented. Of course frostbite is always a hazard, but a little attention to sartorial details like covering chins and wrists ensures good protection.
Some people assert that shortening daylength lead to psychological and social crisis. Others aver that the period following midwinter poses greatest difficulty, as people face the fact that there is still the other half of the year to get through, with the early excitement of being in Antarctica beginning to wane.
The belief that short daylength causes sleep disorders, depression and conflict seems overstated. Where anecdotal evidence is produced, more convincing explanations can usually be found in self-fulfilling expectations, or a rationalisation of events that would have occurred anyway.
Midwinter is certainly a potentially difficult time, but the cause lies not in climate but in the confinement and isolation of a small community. For nearly eight months we are physically alone, despite good electronic contact with the rest of the world.
Our community is unbalanced as well as small. There are no children or adolescents here. Six of us are over fifty, and the youngest is nearly thirty. Even more distorting is the fact that of the 24 of us, all but four are men.
We live in a world of unrelenting ice, rock and snow. All the animals and birds of the short summer have gone. Outside, the only movement and sounds are from the wind, and the tide lifting the ice on the shore.
Our attention is increasingly focused indoors, and on each other. We enjoy a full recreational program, with something on every evening: a film screening, sports event, formal dinner, or theme party. Birthdays and other events are celebrated with gusto; yoga, gym, music and hobbies fill the gaps. There is much fun and laughter.
Yet eventually as the weeks and months pass and midwinter draws near, the weekly round of activities starts to emphasise rather than eliminate the lack of variety in our lives. That’s when plans for spring projects become important, outdoor projects promising adventure and achievement, requiring group planning and long anticipation. Spring is the best time for local travel. The days are increasingly long and bright, and the sea ice on which most journeys depend is at its thickest and safest.
And of course, more immediately, there is midwinter itself: the shortest day, mid-point of the year-long expedition, and the occasion of the biggest Antarctic celebration of all.
It’s a public holiday here, the only one of the year. Almost no work is done beyond working on the celebrations themselves, unless an emergency should arise. We shall enjoy a feast the like of which we may never see again unless we come back another year. As a matter of intrepid tradition there will be the midwinter swim: a hole will be cut in the metre-thick ice and we will ritually submerge ourselves, very briefly, before retreating to a heated hut. There will be the traditional pantomime, this year Jack and the Beanstalk with Antarctic allusions, and other entertainments are planned.
After that, and a Sunday of rest, it will be back to the normal routine, and those spring projects. Eventually, after another five months, the first ship of next season will arrive. Until then, it’s all downhill – whatever that ambiguous phrase might mean!
Digger that was a weird dream and I am no Psychologist (unlike some people here) so f*%$ all this Psychology talk, here's a good joke I heard today. A part of it made me think of Yoy, B-roq and your mate Habib.
Clark works hard at the plant, puts in a lot of overtime, and then spends most evenings bowling, playing basketball or working out at the gym. His wife, Jessica, thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so, for his birthday, she takes him to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club (his name is Habib)greets them and says, "Hey, Clark, how ya doing?"
Jessica is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
"Oh no," says Clark. "He works out at the gym with me."
When they are seated, a waitress asks Clark if he'd like his usual Budweiser.
Jessica is now becoming uncomfortable and says, "You must come here a lot for that woman to know you drink Budweiser."
"No, honey, she's in the Ladies Bowling League. We share lanes with them."
A stripper comes over to their table and throws her arms around Clark. "Hi Clarky," she says, "want your usual table dance?"
Jessica, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
Clark follows and spots his wife getting into a cab. Before Jessica can slam the door, Clark jumps in beside her. Right away she starts screaming at him.
The cabby turns his head and says, "Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Clark."
Ok, I'm going with the joke thread...
Q: Where do cocoons come from?
(drum roll....)
A: D-Darwin!
(Thanks Steve)
Chia - you're alive! Was wondering after Friday! Dave has kindly filled in the blanks, and shown me his injuries, so I'll be sure to fill you in...
What's purple and goes zzzzzz?
An electric grape...
That was from a Christmas cracker - where all the best jokes are found... you'll be thinking about that one for days - mark my word...
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