I am so tired of China being the World's seamstress.
...of politics in Australia (and indeed of the entire Western world) being a game of anti-ideas.
...of money being a requisite of experience.
...of theological institutions being accorded respect.
...of not having enough of a multifarious and capacious vocabulary.
...of the abhorrence of fundamentalism in only the dark-skinned format.
...of the media refusing to publish cartoons featuring that strange and nefarious character called 'Muhammad'.
...of grabbing a towel off the rack and it smelling of urine. What the hell are my kids up to?
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Then, not so long after, another friend was killed in a motorbike accident. Another funeral for a young man. They are never particularly joyous affairs, are they? This time I felt better armed against the attack of the deep-blue-funks. Yes, there were the probing incursions of negative mind-states, but previous experience had forewarned me, and so I did not fall as hard into the blues. Don't get me wrong, though, this friend's death still kicked me hard in the existential guts - I helped go through his apartment, sorting through his personal belongings, throwing out things that had significance for one man, and none for anyone else - that was a trip, a hard one. The affect on me this time, with this experience, was different. I had a different set of skills to cope, skills that admittedly were centred around the concept of dealing with my own mortality that, let's face it, is where a hell of a lot of our feelings of grief and sense of loss is derived.
Recently, this has happened to me again. Another friend, another very young man, another motorcycle accident. We had messaged one another on Facebook about five minutes before his death. Shocking, tragic, and freakish. Another funeral for a young man, one of those kind where many women wail, where the men attempt a kind of stoic hardness, and where we all laugh too easily at inane and tragically ordinary anecdotes from a life cut too short. Here was another lesson on life's seemingly indiscriminate cruelty and randomness.
We carry on.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I have been out of action for a while - out of action, that is, in regards to the blogoshpere. There have been a number of events that have occurred in my life over the last few months that have given me pause to indulge in a little bit of self-examination, re-assessment, and all of the other little awakenings and shake-ups that come from adversity. I guess it's one of the pitfalls of having an over-active existential bent. I suppose that the benefit of all this is that as one comes through adversity one has the chance to learn from it, and so also grow and be better prepared for the next sequence of misadventure and tribulation. Of course, as one experiences the downside of life one must confront it with the only reasonable response that any self-respecting existential philospher can make: WHATEVER!