Author: David

I wasn’t too happy with the pics I put up a few days back, so I’ve spent some time re-doing them. Here is a slightly improved version of the Bridge, not much done to this one, a better aspect ratio and large version. Same pic as before, but this time with a big ‘click on me’ version. Okay, this one I’ve done a lot too. Scroll down and look at the original if you don’t believe me. This is the picture I should have taken, if I’d been able to make all the other people just get out of the way. I guess I did in a way.

Two examples stand out recently. The first happened a few weeks back. I was with Ricahrd, we were having a drink @ the Newtown. We were sitting out the back by the pool tables. A nice you boy came up and asked us if we wanted to play a game (of pool). Rich and I said no, as we were leaving shortly and that was the end of that. Later on Rich tells me he thinks we should have played pool with him after all (bit late now). The more recent example was while sitting in The Tea Centre alone, waiting for some friends to arrive I notice a nice cute boy sitting at another table, also alone. After he finishes his tea he gets up, pays and leaves. In both cases nothing happened. But in both cases something could have happened. Fate in both cases set up the situation, presented the opportunity. But beyond that its up to me to be brave and actually do something. Wish fate would give me some fore warning, something simple, I don’t want neon signs or anything. But while sitting in a cafe in Newtown it would be really nice to get an SMS that reads:

“The love of your life is about to sit down at the table next to you, why don’t you introduce yourself sweety and let me know how things turn out.” - Fate

I need a new name. One that means something to the person I am now. I have a bunch of old names, a bunch of names for other contexts, a bunch of names that other people have given me and even some names that I just picked up cause I couldn’t be bothered to think of something really kewl. The point is I haven’t chosen any of the names I use. So how can they really be a reflection of me? But a name needs to be more than a reflection, it also needs to have a story, a history, a reason for being. So I can’t just make something up.

I found out this evening that a old friend and often thorn in my side, Richard, has discovered this little log of mine. Guess that means I can’t make too many nasty comments about him… then again.

So, I guess the thing is I don’t know who I’m writing this for. Or why for that matter. With a complete lack of any information I’d going to use the old classic of ‘forget the audience and write for yourself’. So if at any point stuff doesn’t make sense thats probably just a function of the fact that you are not me (lucky thing for both of use really). Welcome by the way.

Its kind of funny thinking about the fact that there may be people out there reading this stuff…

I usually write with my audience in mind, sometime that audience is myself, sometimes a group of friends. Regardless I usually know who the audience is and why they would be reading the stuff I wrote. But I haven’t got me head around these web log things yet. More thoughts are needed.

I’m gonna blame society and my own laziness. But I ain’t fixing them. (Well, maybe if you ask nice, but don’t go expecting perfection just because I’m a Virgo.)

Recent entries have had a bit of a down tone to them, so I thought I’d do something more uplifting, and my city never seems to fail me on this. Here are three pics that I took today (yeah, okay, a bit of photoshop work was done to them too, so?). The Sydney Habour Bridge. I find it fascinating, the way importance is place on such functional structers. Yet for a long time this little bridge was the tallest thing in Sydney, visible from most anywhere in the greater Sydney area. Now however there are many other buildings and structers that dwarf the bridge, yet even though I never lived in a time when the bridge dominated the city it still has that presence in my mind. A few years back I walked across it with Alex and a friend of his (Flatters I think his name is). Anyway, Alex isn’t from Sydney, but Flatters was. Flatters had never walked across the bridge before. For him it has always just been a part of the landscape, nothing special. I wonder why he saw it so very differently to me? Sydney Opera House. Although I rarely go and see performance there, and have never seen a opera there, its a building that I can’t imagine Sydney without. Its just such a wrong sort of structure, kind of Sydney sticking its finger up at nature and the world. I like the shot, when I took it I didn’t think much would come of it, I like to act the tourist when looking at my city, and this just seemed another tourist shot. But the two boys in the center seem to be the focus instead of the setting. As always, photos are more interesting if there are people in them.

I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. You don’t think so??? Well, look at it from this point of view. You’re riddled with self doubt and anxieties, constantly worried about not behaving the right way, or say the right thing, or generally attracting too much attention. And then someone walks up and says: “You’re boyfriend has just passed out on the dance floor.” You don’t have a boyfriend (you’ve never had a boyfriend), and your about to mention this to the stranger when he then says “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” After that he wonders off never to be seen again. And of all things your actually feeling happy about this. Sure there’s a poor guy passed out on the dance floor somewhere, but that ain’t your problem. Your just thrilled that you look like someone that has a boyfriend, maybe there is still a chance. If you could be mistaken for a person with the lifestyle you want, maybe then it is still within reach. For contentment just add one new gadget. I’ve borrowed a digital camera from a friend, and now that I’ve actually had a chance to play with it I’m falling in love with photography all over again. Its like all the things of photography I’ve always love, with none of the hassles. Okay, not true, there are new, different hassles, but its faster.

As has often been the case of recent weeks, I once again find myself sitting in bed at a very late hour with my trusty laptop (named Lukas) on my lap. Not tired, and having run out of Interesting-Things-To-Look-At-On-The-Net(TM) several hours ago, I end up back at my new weblog. This all started out as an experiment. Ricahrd wanted some help setting up his Greymatter site a few weeks back and that got me looking into it. I had a bit of a play, checked out what it could and couldn’t do and even spent a bit of time making the main page look not crap. So, now I’ve got this weblog, and not the foggiest idea what to do with it. I am thinking that this, or some heavily re-worked version, could be the new Broadsword… but I’m not sure if the sword still has a place in the world. Anyway, is anyone else starting to fear they might always be lonely?