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™ 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?