Sorddin

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?

This after­noon I went into town. I had the vague idea of catch­ing a bus to one of the extremes of my week­ly tick­et. I end­ed up at La Parouse. There isn’t much out there, walk along a beach in the dark, had a veg­etable samosa and came back.

It’s now ear­ly sat­ur­day morn­ing, soon I should get some sleep (I’ve heard that its good for the mind/body and soul). And the week­end looks a lit­tle busy, not a lot, but I’m bet­ting there wont be much free time to do ‘noth­ing’ in.
So what did I get up to over the past week???
Mon­day saw me fin­ish­ing up my lat­est IA chap­ter, which was a lot of fun actu­al­ly. I had­n’t writ­ten in the IA’s since a big dif­fer­ence of opin­ion between myself and one of the oth­er authors (some­one who I’d intro­duced to the IA’s in the first place so that felt like a per­son­al attack, but thats a mat­ter for anoth­er post). As always, the chap­ter I sub­mit­ted was fin­ished at the last minute, with lost of rush­ing and scenes being cut because time was against me. How­ev­er it has been done, but strange­ly it has­n’t yet been pub­lished. Mild­ly con­cerned about that.
Tues­day I can’t remem­ber, that’s prob­a­bly a prob­lem, but I’m not all that con­cerned. I do remem­ber watch­ing Buffy, the series is near­ing its end and things are get­ting excit­ing. Now I’ve got it, I meet up with Rich at the New­town, we had a drink and then went and had Piz­za for din­ner.
Wednes­day was just the usu­al stuff, job hunt­ing and so forth.
Thurs­day I went over to Salv’s Uni and meet up with him for lunch. I enjoyed doing that, its always nice to do some­thing a lit­tle dif­fer­ent. He showed me around his uni and stuff. Lat­er on Thurs­day night, I went to din­ner with the fam­i­ly at Bar­bara’s place, it was good to do that, as I don’t seem to see her much any­more. I guess there is some­time there about sib­lings, once they move out of home their lives are no longer FORCED to join up.
Fri­day, spent some time cod­ing my new Open GL screen saver, I seem to have a knack of start­ing projects that a bit ambi­tions, but its com­ing along nice­ly. Went again to Salv’s uni, bumped into Chris­t­ian and spent the evening fix­ing prob­lems on Salv’s com­put­er that weren’t real­ly there.