In a less navel gazing tone, how very very sad is this: http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/11/29/2433277.htm?section=justin
When we get to the point that we will literally KILL each other to get a bargain, I hang my head in shame. Consumerism has consumed us.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Being back home
It's a strange thing, getting back home after so long away.
Initially you still feel like a tourist as all the little old sounds, sights and smells you had forgotten about come flooding over you as though new. The wonderfully laid-back Australian accent with its rough edges saying words like "g'day", "mate", and "no worries". The birds. Oh my god, the birds! How I missed them and didn't even realise. So many birds making so many sounds and splashing the sky and ground and trees with so much colour! Driving on the left hand side of the road. The beaches with their beautiful stretches of either white or golden sand, depending on which bit of the coast you are on. The wild dancing grey-green Eucalypt trees. The cicada's. The smell of tea tree blossom. The flies. The heat. The storms. Coopers beer. The intensity of the light. The surf and the breeze that carries the promise of surf and the surfers. Kangaroos. Echidnas. Snakes and spiders and insects... all these things have a beautiful familiarity and novelty at the same time.
As the world economy is collapsing around my ears and I find myself without a job or a house surrounded by questions, do I have any regrets?... NUP. Wouldn't change a thing.
Initially you still feel like a tourist as all the little old sounds, sights and smells you had forgotten about come flooding over you as though new. The wonderfully laid-back Australian accent with its rough edges saying words like "g'day", "mate", and "no worries". The birds. Oh my god, the birds! How I missed them and didn't even realise. So many birds making so many sounds and splashing the sky and ground and trees with so much colour! Driving on the left hand side of the road. The beaches with their beautiful stretches of either white or golden sand, depending on which bit of the coast you are on. The wild dancing grey-green Eucalypt trees. The cicada's. The smell of tea tree blossom. The flies. The heat. The storms. Coopers beer. The intensity of the light. The surf and the breeze that carries the promise of surf and the surfers. Kangaroos. Echidnas. Snakes and spiders and insects... all these things have a beautiful familiarity and novelty at the same time.
As the world economy is collapsing around my ears and I find myself without a job or a house surrounded by questions, do I have any regrets?... NUP. Wouldn't change a thing.
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