Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Monday, January 02, 2006
the spark of "life"
This is an image of the man who gave me life. Unfortunately he died in 1945, defending the "Australian way of life"
A liberal is out on a shaky limb if he puts too much stock in coming of good stock. In the wrong minds, we are warned, weighing nature over the circumstances of our nurture can lead to thoughts of eugenics, then race and, heaven knows, soon enough, there's hair growing on your palms and you are voting conservative.
You've heard about my daughter and I just blogged a bit about my son. NONE of this adventurousness comes from myself, who but for a bit of cycling am a desk bound hemorrhoid jockey nor their mom, who suffers a dread of any place lacking lights, heat that can be turned up or warm showers. Their grandfather, who died 30 years ago, had all that wonderlust for desolate places and certainty that life was what you still had when you had unloaded all comforts and costs you could possibly do without. He'd snowshoe across a frozen lake with a backpack full of canned beans and books and see ya a few months later.
I, considering all that experience, am tempted to think I know something of the character of parent if I only know the progeny. So knowing the regular and thoughtful sort you are Davo, am only the sadder your dad was gone so soon...and he was handsome too.
This is an image of the man who gave me life. Unfortunately he died in 1945, defending the "Australian way of life"
5 comments:
In your father's image and is that an Air Force Cap?
Yer, actually. In 'insider lingo' its known as a 'cunt cap'.
What a smashing looking bloke Davo.
How sad that he died so young.
Thanks for sharing
A bit of a chip off the old block Davo.
A liberal is out on a shaky limb if he puts too much stock in coming of good stock. In the wrong minds, we are warned, weighing nature over the circumstances of our nurture can lead to thoughts of eugenics, then race and, heaven knows, soon enough, there's hair growing on your palms and you are voting conservative.
You've heard about my daughter and I just blogged a bit about my son. NONE of this adventurousness comes from myself, who but for a bit of cycling am a desk bound hemorrhoid jockey nor their mom, who suffers a dread of any place lacking lights, heat that can be turned up or warm showers. Their grandfather, who died 30 years ago, had all that wonderlust for desolate places and certainty that life was what you still had when you had unloaded all comforts and costs you could possibly do without. He'd snowshoe across a frozen lake with a backpack full of canned beans and books and see ya a few months later.
I, considering all that experience, am tempted to think I know something of the character of parent if I only know the progeny. So knowing the regular and thoughtful sort you are Davo, am only the sadder your dad was gone so soon...and he was handsome too.
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