Fun...

On a recent drive up to Sydney and back I had plenty of time to think, and mentally amuse myself... here are two thoughts I enjoyed playing with:

Kangaroos Are Not Cuddly.
I thought about the Aussi mascot 'Boxing Kangaroo soft toy' and that real kangaroos have bitey teeth, scrawny scratchy arms, kicking legs, a tail that whacks you and they probably smell very bad. While it is made into a soft toy for children to cuddle in bed at night, it should feel wrong somehow, but does not... So I have thought of other things that if they were made into soft toys, they would actually invoke some strange feeling of wrongness.

Imagine cuddling up to these 'soft toy' items at night:
Butcher's Knife
Atomic Bomb
Adolf Hitler Doll
Severed Head
Syringe
Wall Powerpoint Socket
Lung Cancer
Dead Cat
Grim Reaper
A Fist giving 'the finger'

The Cat In The Hat.
I wondered what other 'similar' titles I could think up that might make interesting children stories...
The Pea in the Sea
The Frog in the Log
The Bear in the Chair

And for adults only:
The Asshole in the Castle
The Man in the Van
The Sump in the Rump (copyright Royal Australian Navy)

Yellow

This morning I had a Vision:

I was standing in space and a green dragon flew by and said "Everything is yellow."
And I said "But you're green?"
Again the dragon said "Everything is yellow."

Then I understood, and cried.


Revelation:
Everything is under God's throne. It doesn't matter what it is, how we perceive it, or our struggle to understand it. There is nothing that is not subject to the Lord's will and purpose. I had understood that as a concept, but now I understood it as a divine truth. More than that, I accepted it. My recent questioning and over analysis had demonstrated a lack of faith. I need to rest peacefully in his will and purpose. In him.

why

For what purpose, reason, or cause; with what intention, justification, or motive.

The definition does not seem to adequately encompass the defined.

Wakeing Up

I took a camera into the city tonight... I saw some things that stirred my mind in thought. Examining issues within myself in a deeper way, I felt like I was wakeing up.


This sign was in the foyer of the Commonwealth Bank. I wondered if they really were concerned about us hurting ourselves. Could the corporate persona embody other virtues like mercy, justice, faithfullness and generosity...?

I imagined this is what the truth of the sign might be...


Kudos my friend. When the state aligns itself to the view of the discontented minority, some of that minority re-margonalize themselves back against the state, regardless of compromising their own personal moralistic centers. So yes, Fuck Solar.


The gates to the oldest Catholic church in Victoria. If I was designing a church I would try and model it on Heaven. Did the 'church' do the same here? Imagine if you died and went to Heaven, turned up at these gates... No parking, multiple locks, cold dark spikes, and no one to greet you.


How fitting, the corporate high rise towering behind the church. The intergration of church and corperation, from past to present revealed. The very problem of the modern church that needs to be deconstructed.


At Coles I find this stand that asks you to avoid useing plastic bags by buying these... 'cough' plastic bags. It's not the simple plastic irony that interests me here. Coles makes me angry that they are trying to look like a good corporate citizen by asking us to reform our attitude, when if they really shared the same enviromental concern they are projecting, they could make the decision to stop using/giving away the plastic bags themselves. Would it cripple their business
to do so? I dont think they would miss a step.

A series of lights, built into the curb stones, mark the way down the street. I thought about how everyone wishes for life to be like this, straightforward waypoints to guide you into the future... and yet those blessed to walk this path lament their sensed loss of freedom and struggle for diversity and escape. I love this sort of irony, I eat it up, yum yum. If Irony was a woman we would have the best and worst sex.


Ahh... In a world flooded by mobile phones, these fixed line booths are both in use and have another person waiting... Eco Paul would be pleased.


I don't watch the news much but when I found myself here I immeadiatly felt like I should be sourounded by hundreds of people shouting, media crews pushing and shoving, and suited men with sunglasses and ear pieces pushing me back. It was quiet, empty and still. Only a lonely solitary camera watched me from the side. Was it even on?


I lie down in this park like a homeless person for ten minutes... no one comes to clean me up and take me away... this is the time of the CommonWealth Games is it not? Something must be wrong... perhaps this world is out of focus.


Money, money, money... I visualize the ATMs exploding... nothing happens.

Recovery...

Still depressed today, from yesterday 'the worst day this year so far...'
I got home after work and tried to feel better by eating...
First I tried some Wasabi Peas, but they didn't help enough so I switched to Cookies and Cream Icecream, still not enough...

So I combined them together to make a new icecream flavour I call 'Feeling a lot better Icecream.'

BBQ Oh My Soul

Rescue me my lord, for I am in Hell.

My Brother asks me to organize the BBQ at his party tonight. Henry says he will get it all done. An hour later we wonder why the meat is hardly cooking and I notice half the burners are not on. Henry moves like a madman, turning things over and over and over with only moments between, then jabs, prods and cuts the steaks to death. In his bid to discover if they are cooked enough he has sliced three steaks into eight pieces, and they are still only half done. As a past drug addict I wonder what destructive chemical cocktails he took that has so wrangled his manly God given instinctive understanding of BBQ finesse, that all other men share an unspoken understanding of. Behind me someone asks for the tomato sauce, Tim completely assures them we have some, I know that not to be true…

I stare at a mangled piece of meat, sagging in the corner, and realize that it is me. Feed me to the dog, I am done.

Amen

Mind Doodle - Interupted :(

Well, thinking about the blogging posibilities last night my mind pinballed around many ideas, and I was high on a red slurpee, so I thought I would just spill out whatever came to mind and see what would happen...

(Arghhh.... My relaxing day just got interupted by a suprise visit by my parents for my brother's birthday lunch. I had no advance notice to mentally brace myself for the emotional turmoil these sorts of events bring... and today the lunch has/is [in the background as I type] generating into a huge nonsence debate as my brother is hitting up my parents for a Million dollar loan so he can buy the place we live in... Spew!! He is totally serious even though he has not even worked out any figures and is plucking numbers out of the air and just not listening to my parents tell him it's 'not gonna happen.'
They say on at least the basis that if they did it for him they would have to offer it equally to my sister and me as well. As if I want my parents money! I hate wealth and these sort of arguments it generates.
Now they are talking about - if my grandma dies what extra money it would release. It's insulting! And I have walked away to vent here a bit.)

Sorry for the angry introduction to my blogging, gentle reader. I will go away, take a chill pill, and try again later.

CK Out.

What To Type ??

Well I have just created this so I can post a comment on another person's blog...

I wonder if I might write something interesting here at some time ?

CK