Existence and uniqueness
That rather sombre title is the problem which I've been tangling with all day. I don't see why I have to do all the existential wrangling for this damn set of equations, especially when I'm kind of vague on these topics myself. I'm tempted to do a dodgy Descartes and "I think (so), therefore I am (gonna leave it and go to the pub)". Which is grouse, except there is no pub. You laugh last, equation.
A Murray Cod I caught last year at Christmas. Pucker up. I tried to take some photos of some Rosellas that were on the Mulberry tree out the kitchen window, but alas.
Well this weekend was meant to involve a whole lot of looking serious and slightly perplexed. You know, ponderous silences, a narrowing of the eyes, then furious scribbling and keys a-tappin'. Instead, on Saturday I went to the gym and then went with Dad in the ute to buy a round bale of hay for the sheep. This involved dropping in on someone, and having a few cups of tea and a chinwag of course. After covering every conceivable angle on the topic 'when the rain will come', we were permitted to leave. By the time we'd brought the bale back via the scenic route and fed the sheep, the arvo was gone. Somehow, lunch with my grandparents and a game of squash with Dad took all of Sunday. I should have gone to Melbourne. MORE CRUSHING REGRET! Pray for me, internet.
I sent an application to 'that job' in Sydney (job description). The interview process will be an interesting experience, whether or not I choose to do it. It will all be rather novel for a career bludger. I'll just tie my hair back with a rubber band, wear my best slipknot t-shirt, and punch a few buckets before I head in to help me keep my cool. The job description includes "serves as a mentor" (excellent, sounds like I get to teach kids kung-fu) and "subject-matter expert" (sounds like I get to stand around and sound off my opinion on the Corby case or whatever).
Time for another quality music recommendation. I have had a lot of glowing feedback from my previous recommendations. Firstly, this Erlend Øye compilation is hot potatoes, european electroclash goodness. Also, these albums rool to varying degrees: 'Give Up' by 'The Postal Service', 'Silent Alarm' by 'Bloc Party', 'Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes' by 'TV On The Radio'. I recommend that you steal these items and claim that the theft is a component of an elaborate performance art piece.
Otherwise, I hope youse are keeping it as real as humanly possible. Big up yourselves, but stop if it starts to hurt. Kiss hug.
A Murray Cod I caught last year at Christmas. Pucker up. I tried to take some photos of some Rosellas that were on the Mulberry tree out the kitchen window, but alas.
Well this weekend was meant to involve a whole lot of looking serious and slightly perplexed. You know, ponderous silences, a narrowing of the eyes, then furious scribbling and keys a-tappin'. Instead, on Saturday I went to the gym and then went with Dad in the ute to buy a round bale of hay for the sheep. This involved dropping in on someone, and having a few cups of tea and a chinwag of course. After covering every conceivable angle on the topic 'when the rain will come', we were permitted to leave. By the time we'd brought the bale back via the scenic route and fed the sheep, the arvo was gone. Somehow, lunch with my grandparents and a game of squash with Dad took all of Sunday. I should have gone to Melbourne. MORE CRUSHING REGRET! Pray for me, internet.
I sent an application to 'that job' in Sydney (job description). The interview process will be an interesting experience, whether or not I choose to do it. It will all be rather novel for a career bludger. I'll just tie my hair back with a rubber band, wear my best slipknot t-shirt, and punch a few buckets before I head in to help me keep my cool. The job description includes "serves as a mentor" (excellent, sounds like I get to teach kids kung-fu) and "subject-matter expert" (sounds like I get to stand around and sound off my opinion on the Corby case or whatever).
Time for another quality music recommendation. I have had a lot of glowing feedback from my previous recommendations. Firstly, this Erlend Øye compilation is hot potatoes, european electroclash goodness. Also, these albums rool to varying degrees: 'Give Up' by 'The Postal Service', 'Silent Alarm' by 'Bloc Party', 'Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes' by 'TV On The Radio'. I recommend that you steal these items and claim that the theft is a component of an elaborate performance art piece.
Otherwise, I hope youse are keeping it as real as humanly possible. Big up yourselves, but stop if it starts to hurt. Kiss hug.
posted by dr. cok at 10:08 PM
8 Comments:
Again - you could do better! You have to stop selling yourself short in your quest for love! Have some standards! At least Barry in a dress was the same species (this has not actually been independently verified, but for the sake of argument, take it as fact).
Kt I'm a little concerned, what species does this make me.
Matt I'm making an effort to be a part of this blubbering blog thing. Hope to see ya soon.
a female human being! exactly what he should be setting his sights on! at least you know he is being faithful to you - apart from the odd fish.
Kt, what time you play touch and where, I'm bored may come watch
It's always on a Tuesday at lunch time in the Domain - the actual time changes week by week, so can text you in the morning.
Oh my god - a witness - you have to talk up my skill on the field!
Matt, should we be worried...you live on a sheep farm! It always starts with an inncocent kiss and then the whole slippery slope arguement thing takes on a life-force of its own!!!
Heya kids! How you all doing eh? I write this to you from paris... where its really waaaaayyy too fucking expensive to get drunk, or eat, or use the internet, or do much of anything other than walk around and look at stuff (only certain stuff... a lot of the good stuff is mucho expensivo). Still, it's really quite beautiful, and i feel like i am in a movie... i just want to get myself a baguette, tuck it under my arm and walk around saying french sounding things!! Anyways, hope you monkeys are all well, i am doing my best to keep it as real as the ANZACS, and imagine you are doing the same. i shall update le blog sometime tomorrow, or maybe the day after. xo
p.s- good luck with le job interview big boy, just in case for some reason i dont get to the interweb!!
Bazza!!!
You gorgeous hunk of man! Never got to say farewell....so...fare thee well my friend!
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