It’s caught me by surprise, snapped me up in it’s jaws.

The crocodile is the workplace, and I’ll be eaten and digested until i’m 60 when I retire in a heap in the warm breeze.

No! I can fight my way out of the belly of the beast and break free into the world still undigested.

The master of my own destiny

rejected by the night. . .

As the train wobbles from side on the old bent up track, the muffled sound of the driver invades my ears. I struggle to hear the music from my ipod, my fingers pushing the white buds deeper into my ears.

The pilot of this great metal snake loves to tell long stories to at least one uninterested passenger. I wonder if these oddly dressed rappscallions find his intrusive brand of informative announcement useful:

The buildings slowly rise from their horizon slumber to reach for the darkening sky. A monument to humanity’s achievement and to a civilisation wounded. Wounded not in economic terms, but in it’s severed relationship to the earth.

We of the great skyscrapers look out (if lucky enough to be by a window) for 8 hours a day, onto a world that breathes and moves. But we feel no wind in our hair, no grass beneath our feet; just the hum of the air conditioner and the background noise of fax machines, copiers, telephones and chatter.

For some it’s a way of life until retirement. Enjoying life when it’s almost too late to really enjoy it.

Of course we could escape and live on the land; the gruelling and challenging task of survival against the elements. But within the comfort of western civilisation, the 8 hour work-day for most, seems to be here for good.

yes that’s what i’d be if i didn’t find a seat. I just liked the aliteration

I spent the last couple of days trying to find and modify a theme just right for the main blog site. I think i’ve made a keeper for now.

Check it out here

It takes a ridiculous amount of time to do a link in html on a phone number pad. I’m almost at work and the blog entry is tiny. Well i’ve been chatting to lei too.

No i’m not going to act on my dislike of mondays with an armed rampage, i’ll do it with a blog post.

The long weekend is over. It was great having the day off on friday but i’m casual so i didn’t get paid.

There’s this one section of the train tracks where my internet goes down i better post the blog before i get there.

I know it’s a boring post. Sorry. How appropriate i’m putting a boring video in the post

It’s the Love Cats! Starring Stelmaria and Kirjava

I just remembered this little video I made a while back. It’s a compilation of bits of all the little videos I shot of our Kittens. It’s done to the tune of Love Cats by the Cure:

As the sun dives gracefully below the the horizon, an army of smartly dressed insects swarm out of their looming block hives. It’s five o’clock, time to go, catch that train, gotta get home.

Here’s a picture I took while waiting for the train the other day at Roma Street Station.

The quality is horrible, I know. I hope I’ve made it small enough in the blog so that it’s not so noticeable. Nokia did a pretty bad job with the camera on the 2160. Advantage though.. I don’t look like a tourist (as I do if I carry my other camera around) .. that’s about the only advantage.

As you can see, the cold metallic poles and live wires put an ugly face on a beautiful scene. It makes me think of trains in the broader sense. Wherever the train line goes, it drops the value of the properties right next to the line, and the screech of the wheels against the tracks will carry far on a still night.

A consistent and comprehensive bus system, coupled with bus rapid transit systems will make the train obsolete. Once the buses are electric, or even hydrogen powered (assuming a cheap way of producing hydrogen is discovered) the environmental impacts will be negligible. A friend of mine works at Queensland Rail. Apparently per person on average, running the train system uses more power than a car.

This I found interesting. And I wonder how much it has to do with the constant improving upon fuel efficiency as new cars get designed and built. There’s a new Citroen coming out that can drive 1000km on one tank of petrol, almost 4L per 100km (60 mpg) of Diesel fuel.

That’s the one, Citroen C1. I don’t know if I’d want to drive it.

That’s it for me! Take care.

A blog.. Little page of thoughts both profound and mundane.

Welcome to my first official post.

The daily grind of working 9 to 5 is both rewarding and disheartening. Rewarding only so far as i am productive and earning my pay. Where it is disheartening is that my artistic side is relegated to 4 to 5 hours in which i feel too exhausted to do much at all. How is it that a desk job can be exhausting?

At least my time isn’t wasted entirely. To and from work i can listen to informative and entertaining radio national shows or a history lecture.

But how about that i can blog from my mobile. Making great use of my time

One step up from the Nokia 6120 classic. A qwerty keyboard and more memory for multitasking and i’d be freed of the oppressive attention seeking desktop.

Right now i can’t access my web server from my desktop for some weird reason. And while it’s possible to edit and create sites on the phone with text editing and ftp, it’s just painstakingly tedious. Just like this blogging!

Signing off