I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

  Friday, 31 May 1996  8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night.  It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale.  It was OK.  A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once.  Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

Friday, 22 September 1995  9:10AM Woke up late, feeling groggy, still do as a matter of fact. Read more of that Sartre last night, and it’s provoking some self-examination that I think I probably would’ve been better off without. I suppose I should explain – this book “The Age of Reason” is sort of filled with this feeling of expectancy, a hesitancy and fear of … Continue reading It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

My backup plan: become a surfer-bum, cruising the coast with a car-full of defactoes and kids on welfare or perhaps start a pirate whaling operation off the coast of Indonesia.

Tuesday, 25 July 1997 9:11am S, Well you know I’m in a better mood this morning missy.  I’se be ridin’ that caffeine wave of goodness, surgin’ up and carryin’ me forth inta the day. Yessa.  Sorry, can’t help writing in South Carolina-speak, I’m in a good mood, and I’ve been reading the second story in that Kerouac book I bought. It’s called “Pic” and it’s … Continue reading My backup plan: become a surfer-bum, cruising the coast with a car-full of defactoes and kids on welfare or perhaps start a pirate whaling operation off the coast of Indonesia.

All good tools have the word “power” in their title.

Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today.  I earned $27,500 last financial year.  That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage.  It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout.  All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer.  It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.

I think celibacy is like greatness – some people seek it, and others have it thrust upon them.

Friday, 10 Feb 1995, 2:38pm OFFICE GOSSIP!  Someone gave four weeks notice yesterday Sis. Her name is Kendra, she’s a desk-topper. She organizes the printed page, massages it around, makes sure the typeface is right, the pages are OK and does last minute edits. They get to fool around with all the cool machines and get paid about $4000 a year more than me. I’m toying … Continue reading I think celibacy is like greatness – some people seek it, and others have it thrust upon them.

They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

Thursday, 24 March 1994 Dear S, The Day of Reckoning is at hand, this day is filled with strange portents.  The cock did crow at midnight blackest, the cow’s teats did issue forth Grants Scotch Whiskey (we’re keeping that cow) and the sky did crack open and wobblesome jelly desserts poured forth on the innocent street dwellers.  This night I do split with Leah.  Am … Continue reading They say that time heals all wounds. Except amputation, I suspect.

Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.

Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one.  Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.