There's no time. No time at all......

Was doing basic writing with my elemenatary English students. It's amazing how you forget the basics as you go on....it's always good to go back to the most simple childlike principles with writing.

We try to cram so much into a day, and forget to be human.

If there is a god and a heaven and a hell, how could the dear lord stand it that any one of us, any of the souls that he created, would end up in hell. Wouldn't he feel like a bit of a failure then?

Just a little each day. That's the trick.

Another month passes and I still get nothing done. Almost nothing.

It's great to give something up. It's great to do something for someone else. It's great to stop being quite so myopic, all the time.

It's a constant fight to survive. I just want time to do something beautiful. I wonder if I won the lottery, would I just squander my time and money, or would something constructive happen?

Thank the dear Lord for the high price of oil. Soon enough it'll run out, or at least become too rare and expensive to be feasible any more. The transport industry will only evolve when they have a gun to their head. It looks like the gun has been loaded and pointed, the hammer is cocked, the finger is on the trigger and getting itchy.

I have a colleague who berates me constantly for not having a car or a driving licence. I thought that I should be getting a bit of praise for refusing to add to the pollution of the environment, for sticking with walking and public transport to fulfill most of my travel needs. What the hell will happen to the world if every single person has a car and uses it every chance? Don't we need to be driving less, not more? The money machine rolls on and on......

And yes the money machine just rolls on and on. Who hasn't been churned up by it?

I love the way some people think that money will solve all their problems. It's the obsession with money that's causing the problems, don't you think?

A quiet night at home for once. I'm sure that the only thing I'm any good at is fucking things up. I'm sure that if the good Lord wants someone to cross paths with me and end up intimately involved, it's a sure sign that He wants that person to suffer and suffer dearly. Well I suppose that's not the only thing to say, I've been told I have a lot to give. That may be so. There are some people, it doesn't matter how much you give, they always want more and more and nothing will ever be enough to fill the void. Some people are like an endless empty well that no matter what you pour in, more is always required. Some people have been hurt so badly by something in life, that there's nothing anyone can do to end the hurt and the pain has nothing to do with you or anything you can do anyway. It sure would be nice if there were something I could do, it would be just great, but all the money and jewellery and promises and things won't do any good. All the restaurant dinners in all of Sydney's world class joints and that still won't fill the gape. I tried, I tried, I really tried.

Ended up at Barons last night. How could they even think of demolishing the joint. There's no respect in this town for tradition, no respect at all.....