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One way of looking at getting older is the things that you no longer care about. And perhaps the secret of staying (at least seeming) young is to do the opposite?

BTW, this isn’t me and just a broad generalisation based on what I see around me… and it isn’t particularly gender-specific

(age) 18 – stop writing poetry
24 – stop trying to impress your boss
27 – the last time you read literature
32 – stop buying your partner flowers
35 – stop going to the gym
42 – the last time you went to the theatre
44 – stop listening to new music, the old stuff is better
45 – stopped noticing ants on the footpath
48 – the last time you tried a new food dish – didn’t like it
51 – danced, actually danced, instead of shuffling
54 – the last time you went on vacation to somewhere new
55 – stopped buying clothing or shoes that are modernly fashionable
58 – the last time you walked upright, with pride
62 – felt you could fall in love with that new person, but it’s too hard
63 – stop caring if what you say upsets or offends others
65 – the last time you licked an ice cream
67 – the current TV set will outlast me
70 – no more pets, you’ve said goodbye to too many
72 – stopped noticing birds
75 – stopped listening to your partner – they haven’t noticed
83 – stop watching your team that rarely wins
88 – stop watching reruns of your favourite shows
93 – stop caring about your latest new-born relatives, or any family except for you own children

Note to self, this could be a collection of existentialist short stories. Think Raymond Carver…

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There’s a John Lennon doco (Imagine) where a dedicated fan is stalking Lennon’s home and Lennon, the pacifist, discusses his “meaningful lyrics” with the young chap. It’s an excellent insight into how an artist puts some words together and a fan thinks that those words are meaningful to them alone.

Having said that, my main man David Bowie has written some lyrics that seem peculiarly significant to me. As a science nerd and skeptic, I guess it is just random and insignificant. As a witch I figure it is meaningful.

Life on Mars

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds

Ibiza means nothing to me. But I did live in the Norfolk Broads while unable to be a citizen – despite being married to a pom.

Panic in Detroit

I asked for an autograph
jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights

The one time I met David Bowie, a Finnish girl and I rushed his limo (silent car) as it stopped at traffic lights. We asked for and got an autograph, a photo, and a handshake.

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Having scored a trillion dollars

My current professional mission is a trillion dollar idea. Even amongst the delusional, not many people aim for a trillion.

Always Crashing The Same Car

As I pushed my foot down to the floor
I was going round and round the hotel garage

The second time I crashed a car, I was having a mental meltdown about a girl. I was in a 1969 Triumph, parked in a pub carpark (hotel garage). I pressed down fully on the accelerator and put the steering on full lock. Crashed into a van that was driving by. No-one hurt but it took a year to pay off the repairs. The first time I crashed a car was the girl of my angst’s mum’s car. Different cars, same girl. No crashes since, no longer a teenager.

Five Years

It’s about the end of the world. I spearheaded a global end-of-the-world movement. I think that qualifies.

Kendrick Lamar

My favourite album of 2015 was also Bowie’s, given that he grafted the same jazz onto his last songs.

 

Of course Bowie wrote a lot of songs, and most of them are meaningless in relation to my life. I don’t dance, I’m not a DJ or a starman, I’m not a duke or a gravedigger.

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Just crossed my mind to tally up the books etc that I am part way through*. Until 2 years ago I allocated myself one novel per year, and the rest science non-fiction. Then came 3 hours a day on the train, so I’m getting through a fair bit.

The Knife of Never Letting Go – Patrick Ness. Finished today, in plenty of time for this month’s The Last Bookclub on Earth. Soon to be a hit movie series.
Feed – Mira Grant. Will easily finish in time for the next Last Bookclub on Earth meetup. Bloggers versus zombies.
More Notes of a Dirty Old Man – Charles Bukowski. I turn to Hank when I need a pick me up, and to his poetry when I need even more.

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The Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote. Short stories by K.J. Bishop, the Aussie genius who wrote The Etched City
Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos – H.P Lovecraft and others. Another short story collection to slowly work my way through
The Colour of Magic / The Light Fantastic – Terry Pratchett. Something light-hearted for when I need a break from dystopian fiction, dark fantasy and gothic horror.

Good (US magazine). “environmental issues, education, urban planning, design, politics, culture, technology, and health”
Mojo (magazine). I have kept all of my old music magazines in case one day I get so rich I can order any CD I want based on a 100 word review. Well that time has come, a.k.a Spotify.
MIT Technology Review (magazine). Serious but readable.
Regulation (magazine). About regulatory policy in the USA, but ultimately about libertarianism. A guilty pleasure.

devereux

The Long Trip: A Prehistory of Psychedelia – Paul Devereux. Scholarly look at everyday tripping at the start of civilisation. Causality?
Dig Deeper: Seasonal sustainable Australian gardening. Hefty tome full of ideas as I slowly create a paradise at home.

Aside from train reading, these are also read over breakfast or lunch, or waiting at the pub at the agreed time while others dawdle. If I’m awake enough to read in bed, I should be working instead.

*part way through and readily findable. There are many, many more buried away somewhere, which means I clearly lost interest. Although it is rare for me to not finish a novel, the same as I can’t walk out of a stage play.

CebtaAnd yeah, TV shows these days… Designated Survivor, Black Mirror, and   Central

 

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This is like Lego in that it consists of physical, interconnected pieces.

The pieces join to create tunnels and caves, passages and places that are mostly hidden unless access panels are opened. The internal structure is a secret home for little figurines who inhabit it.

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I was surprised that my 10-year-old son brought this home for homework – took me a moment to start the path to working it out:

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Step 1: Involve an organization like the International Peace Bureau

Step 2: Get permission from the town of Nanyuki. It is in Kenya, on the equator, right next to Mt Kenya (2nd highest in Africa). I figured the equator was a good place to find a location, and I wanted somewhere with tourist appeal, not a violent country, and not too hard to get to. There is an airforce base right there.

Nanyuki main streer

Step 3: Get every nation to send a rock. They could make a big deal about sourcing it and transporting it – a bit like the Olympic torch.

Step 4: Build a giant stone circle. My son William says it could use the design of the peace symbol. The design will such that 40-50 initial stones will create the shape, but lots of room for any other stones to be added. As well as nation states, ethnic peoples could also contribute.

It would be the only truly international structure, something that is from everywhere and belongs to everyone.

I know I tend to have a lot of ideas that never make it to reality, but this one I would like to achieve.

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In my younger days I was very keen on living in the UK. Scotland mainly, but I like the rest of it as well. My family trace back there from most sides, and I felt a strong connection. Ultimately, even after marrying a Brit, I couldn’t stay there and had to leave :(

It especially bothered me that many Brits wanted to live in Australia/NZ.

Surely rather than having an unhappy Kiwi and an unhappy Pom, they could swap places and be in the country they prefer? Wouldn’t that benefit everyone?

Why not have an international swap register, where people who otherwise wouldn’t qualify for residency or citizenship could swap places with another person?

I could imagine it working very well between Australia/NZ and the USA, because neither country is represented much in the other…

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BTW, although this blog has been a bit sporadic – and nobody reads it – I just realised it was 10 years old this last June. Hurrah!

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This blog started in June 2003. Back when I was single and dirt broke poor.

Thursday, June 26, 2003

Only my 4th attempt to start a weblog. Won’t last, I just know it….

Congrats me! Still nobody visiting or reading… oh well.

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Two thoughts here, neither substantial enough to support a blog post on their own, but with this intro they’ll just get by…

We have security movement detectors in the main rooms of our house. Following the prompt from a fellow parent, we tell our kids that it is “SantaCam” that Santa uses to see if kids are being good. If they believe in Santa, they’ll believe anything :)

Everyone is getting platinum credit cards at present. I remember when I got my first gold card and all the programming from years gone by came into play, and something deep down thought it made me special. But once they’ve given everyone a platinum card, what next? They’ll run out of names that have any meaning. It’ll be like when hearing the word c*nt becomes commonplace, how on earth will we swear like a sailor?

UPDATE: My wife tells me that titanium cards are next. But then what, huh?

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