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I'm a Christian husband currently finishing a Software Eng degree and wondering what God's plan for my life is. I sleep soundly in the knowledge that time will assuredly answer that question with little effort on my part.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Blogging in the palm of my hand

At the insistence of some, I am making another post on the blogsphere. I would imagine that some people find reading about my life an interesting and enlightening experience. For those people, the three or four annual occassions when I do blog must be an exciting moment; a pinnacle of interest.

Unfortunately, I don't think writing blog posts is anywhere near as fun for me as it is for other people to read them. But I love reading friends' blogs too.

Hmmmmm. A conundrum...

Thus I am emarking on a campaign to blog less and more. That is less voluminous, more frequent posts. With the aid of my trusty Palm TX, I can post from anywhere with 802.11b internet. Like right now at my home in Tamworth for instance.

If anyone can find me a free IPSec compatible VPN client for Palm OS 5, then I'll even blog from class for you!

Quick life summary:turned 21 yesterday and got some cool presents and quality pampering. Had food poisoning from source unknown so spent many hours "engaged". Loving the fresh Tamworth air and rain and having Libby and almost all the family here.

GTG now, but stay tuned and happy blogging!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Arguments for Existentialism

Not really... Just arguments for existence. As in, yes, I do exist and yes, I am a lazy blogger.

So here I am.

Libby, Matty and Benjy in Old Tammy, last week

But right now,

Looking at: My laptop screen, the surrounds of Irish's flat, being where my laptop is jacked in for the time being, and the photos of Libby and me in Tamworth.

Listening to: The dulcet tones of American brogues floating around the college corridors. Quite a change from the usual college patronage. Also, Third Day's "Wire" which i bought for cheaps in the bargain bin at Koorong at a friend's recommendation in order to expand my meagre Christian music collection.

Feeling: Cold. It is winter and raining in Sydney. But it is warmer than Tamworth. I miss Tamworth. The laptop keyboard is, however, quite toasty.

Tasting: The GPK pizza that I had for tea. Stopped eating it many hours ago, but still tasting it.

Smelling: Books. You know how books have that peculiar mixed smell of dead tree, plastic binding material and dust? Irish has a lot of books in this place.

Waiting for: Irish - To come back. Chris Rowe - To give me access to Billy's room so I can actually take a towel to MYC. Libby - to call (maybe I'll call her :-P). Simon Angus - to help me find a speaker for the Weekend Away. Jesus - to come back. Like Irish. But a bit different.

What I'm praying for: Decreased resistance. At some points in your life, things just seem to happen when you want them to in just the way you want them to, almost without you having to try too hard. And at other times, everything you try to do seems to take all your energy and strength. I'm in the latter category at the moment. So decreased resistance or increased perseverance would be a great blessing at the moment.

Random thought: What if people experienced time at different rates? Of course experience is non-transferrable so there'd be no way to discover or verify that. But what if my perception of a "second" is the same as your perception of a "year". In what sense is a thousand years a day and a day a thousand years to God? If we were each independently capable of achieving only so much in each interval then there would be no practical difference for us as humans. Maybe time is defined by our capacity to act within it. Penny for your thoughts?

Short term plans: Wait for Irish. Get some chocolate. Go looking for Chris when it stops raining. Find a way to get to Kurrajong tomorrow. Get some glorious sleep.

Long term plans: Graduate, preferably on schedule. Marry. Get a job, but not be locked in for a big career committment. Travel to Europe and the States. Decide what it is I'm going to do for the next few decades. Start a family and start doing it. Retire in the country with a grand piano.

Until next time, ca va

Friday, January 13, 2006


I have returned from the land of milk and honey. Or at least the land of Cascade Apple Isle and rather nice cheese. For the past week and a bit I have been trapsing around the Apple Isle itself in the relative comfort of a late model Tarago hired from the good people at Thrifty. It was a fairly laid back holiday, but we managed to do a driving circuit of more or less the entire island in around 7 days, with a few days in Hobart on either side to adjust to the new level of civilisation that we were immersed in.

Tasmania is so amazingly pristine - it's very old, but most of the natural parts are still natural (if you ignore the logging and mining, which is craftily hidden from tourists) and the old cities are so amazingly well preserved that there's an interesting historical sidetrack at almost every turning.

And despite it having a reputation as a small island state - which it is mind you; we could drive across it in less than the time it takes to drive to Sydney from home - it has plenty to make you feel very small. The mountain road into Queenstown, for instance. Or Cradle mountain with its twin peaks.

And yet there was something curiously absent. For all the wandering around in forest that we did, I think the entire 12 days I was in Tasmania, I must have seen about four birds, two wombats and an echidna. And that was it. Apart from the countless seagulls that is, who still enjoy a reputation as the rodents of the beach even that far south. But the wildlife all seemed to be either missing, or just very well trained at hiding from clumsy tourists. I didn't see one Tasmanian devil, unless some of the dozen or more roadkills happened to be such a beast, but then hardly in a state fit for observation. Admittedly we didn't go to any wildlife parks or zoos, and we did get to see some Fairy Penguins at Bicheno because we went on a guided tour, but it still struck me as odd that in such a natural place as Tasmania, man seemed very alone. Maybe the rest of the wildlife saw what happened to the Tigers and decided to play it safe...

Important to note when travelling so far south: you are a good proportion of the way to Antarctica. Firstly, expect coldness. It was 35 degrees when we got on the Dash-8 at Tamworth. It was about 18 when we stepped off the 737 at Hobart. All within about 6 hours. Secondly, it stays light until about 9:30pm and sun rise is really, really early. So early I didn't ever actually see it. (I'm a creature of habit and I like my sleep at the beginning of the day rather than the end) Thirdly, expect to eat a fair bit of seafood. They like their Salmon in Tasmania. They farm it, catch it, breed it, smoke it, cure it, bake it, serve it and export it. Fishy business.

Here are a few of my favourite sights from the land down under the land down under:

Avove is Cradle Mountain, as viewed from the walking track around Dove Lake which is near its base.

Above is Macquarie Harbour, and me on top of Wanderer II, the boat we used to get out to Sarah Island and the Forest reserve.

And lastly (for now) here is one of the Oriental Lilies in the Conseratory at Hobart Royal Botanic Gardens. Some of the best gardens I've seen.