Summer is a\’going out
Survived another Summer. Good riddance, don\’t let the door catch you on the bum on the way out.
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Bon mots
C\’est la vie
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young single man, in possession of no fortune, must be in want of fame and fortune. I wasn\’t really in want of either, setting out on the great adventure of life.When I was asked, just after getting my first real job (as distinct from tutoring work while doing
Adjectival
It\’s not just me, right? Everyone wants to become an adjective while they are still alive (preferably) or at least after death, don\’t they? Darwinian, Orwellian, Proustian, Churchillian, Dickensian – I mean, what have those guys got that I haven\’t? Apart from an ian after their name that is. Trouble is, what nouns would you want your
Antisocial
\”Social Media\” has become an oxymoron right up there with \”military intelligence\”. Occurs to me the increase in world nastiness corresponds to the rise and rise in social media use and the increasingly vicious people using it. Perhaps time to rename it as \”Antisocial Media\”.
And all\’s well
On catastrophic fire danger days, like today, and tomorrow, I spend my days in suspended animation, my major activity consisting of checking the \”Fires Near Me\” app created by the Rural Fire Service of NSW ….. every half an hour. Occurs to me that the app could be improved by the recorded comforting voice of
Perfect
When the internet really got going, about a quarter of a century ago, the organisation I worked in, after being nagged by me and others to get on board the new age, set up an inquiry to see if this new fangled inter tubes thingy was going to last or be a one-day-wonder. This approach
La bicyclette
Still don\’t know what I am doing here on this blog. I can\’t write for people, and I can\’t write not for people. The long gap is a problem too. Obviously writing is like riding a bike, you never forget how. When I say \”like\” of course, I mean trying to ride a bike after
No letters
These Pensees, I was thinking, will be something of the style of Samuel Johnson (another man with whom I have nothing in common, except, perhaps, the strong tendency to be a smartarse), e.g. \”An odd thought strikes me: we shall receive no letters in the grave\”.