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Fetch me my tinfoil hat! [Jul. 24th, 2007|09:09 am]
Kurt
I'm not so crazy anymore, am I?

And I've discovered the cure for that Bellow-inspired behaviour of mine - just send it all to yourself! You get all the catharsis of unburdening without any of the consequences (or relief).
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2004|07:46 am]
Kurt
This journal is now defunct.

If you're interested in further following my exploits, you can do so here.
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(no subject) [Jan. 7th, 2004|09:15 pm]
Kurt
[mood |jubilant]

The (formerly Annerley, now) Bardon house lost Brad's communal chess set at some point during the move of last January, depriving us of the game for a year, give or take a handful of days. The unrelenting twelve months of chesslessness come to an end today, however, due to the unforeseen kindness a reuctant saint.







Thanks Alrey -- you're my saviour.
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(no subject) [Jan. 5th, 2004|09:32 pm]
Kurt
[mood |relaxed]
[music |the chirping of cicadas]

Well here I am, updating from glorious Kobble Creek, land of rolling hills, lush meadows, frolicking horses and serene sunsets. My hopes of having the worker's cottage to myself were dashed, in a surprisingly pleasant kind of way, by the unforeseen prospect of sharing the place with what I'd originally been led to believe were four Japanese students. As it transpires, one of my impromptu housemates (the one most comfortable communicating in english, which is handy, given that I'm woefully ill-equipped to speak his native tongue) is not, as I learned earlier this evening, a student, but rather a jockey, getting in a spot of recreational riding in Australia before returning to the high-stakes world of Japanese horse-racing.

Keen.

I'm not sure what stories the other tenants of the cottage have to tell, but I'm planning to cavort with them for awhile before going to bed tonight, watching them chain-smoke (speaking my own brand of intentionally-broken english that I somehow assume they'll understand more easily than if I spoke fluently), and hopefully not setting Australia-Japanese relations back too many decades.

Aside from smiling politely to the other occupants of the cottage, eating all sorts of wonderfully-indulgent foods and going for the occasional swim, I've not really accomplished a great deal since arriving here yesterday afternoon. By day I've been holing myself up in my room and reading (thus far polishing off You Shall Know Our Velocity, and devouring sizable chunks of Foucault's The Will To Knowledge and Garcia Marquez' Living to Tell the Tale), and taking the occasional break to wander the hills and fields.

By night I've been leading my own little Kerouac fantasy, leaving the property to walk alone down the empty highway, feet falling upon the dotted-white line, basking in the serenity of having not a soul, aside from the rocks, trees, and whatever tiny critters might be inhabiting them, for miles around. No city lights, no smog, no errant motorists or bustling pedestrians to impinge upon my solitude.

I'll hopefully be returning to Brisbane-proper sometime on Wednesday, so I'll endeavor to catch up with everyone shortly thereafter. Until then I'll keep up my grueling regime of reading, relaxing, and enjoying the clean, country air.
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(no subject) [Jan. 4th, 2004|12:35 pm]
Kurt
[mood |calm]
[music |Swans - The Burning World]

Given the failing health and growing detachment and senility of the current Pope, much conjecture and speculation has been entered into in recent years as to who would most likely succeed John Paul II in the event of his untimely and premature demise. More than any other papal candidate, media attention has centered upon the Nigerian Cardinal Francis Arinze. I am not a Catholic, and feel as though I really have no right to have a horse in this race, but the increasing fervour surrounding Cardinal Arinze's possible papacy is troubling me. My concern is not, as is the case with many of Frankie's detractors, that the good Cardinal is "black" (whatever that means... I have no idea how melanin levels in the skin could possibly have any bearing upon his abilities as a spiritual or political leader), but rather that the last thing the modern RCC needs is, in my opinion, another leader as unswerving, inflexible and dogmatic as JPII.

Arinze, for those unaware, has been a strong supporter of John Paul II since his election, proclaiming the current Pope as the one who would bring "order to the Church". Like John Paul II, Francis Arinze is vehemently opposed to any modernisation or revision of Catholic doctrine, particularly in the areas of gender equality, contraception, and the celibacy of the clergy. Given the Cardinal's position as a prominent figure in Nigeria, I would have expected him to have had first-hand exposure to the disastrous consequences of the Church's antiquated 'celibacy, not contraception' approach to combating the crisis of Africa's HIV epidemic. It seems, however, that Arinze is instead content to follow the doctrine embraced by the current Pope that guides his fellows towards eternal salvation and the glory of God's light, whilst remaining oblivious to the torment which a large number of continental Africans (an ever-growing number of which are Catholic) must endure in this incarnation.

I have no respect whatsoever for the unswerving devotion that Arinze must possess to remain faithful, seemingly due to the prospect of eventual salvation and paradise, to an ideology that has demonstrably proven to have wreaked unspeakable destruction upon the most humble, dispossessed, and stricken-with-poverty of God's children. Loyalty, faith and devotion are all well and good, but the refusal to examine the (possibly calamitous) effects of his beliefs upon those whom he professes to love is a trait that I refuse to applaud in any capacity. Here's some advice, from one prominent spiritual figure to another -

The weak can overcome the strong,
the supple can overcome the rigid.






Religio-political stuff aside, the first four days of two-thousand-and-four have been simply amazing, in a surreal, dreamlike kind of way. The next three or four days see me trotting off to Marilyn and Tom's property just outside of Brisbane for a long-awaited bout of reading, relaxation and tranquility.

Enjoy your year everyone (particularly Sarah, whom I was too strung-out to wish a happy birthday on Thursday), and I'll see you all when get back in town.
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Good and Bad - Instalación Cuatro [Dec. 30th, 2003|08:48 pm]
Kurt
[mood |contemplative]
[music |Ovuca - Astrobotnia I]

Because I haven't done this in awhile...


Good
- fourth-wall humour
- old people in love
- giant moths
- Mothra
- the suspension of disbelief
- cacti
- friends who offer to drive me to parties at short notice
- epiphanies

Bad
- escalators!
- indecisiveness
- fauxhawks
- hooliganism
- tuberculosis
- tuberculosis chic
- unrequitedness
- poverty



Fortunately my life is bereft of all but a few of the items on the latter list.
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Mope, mope, mope... [Dec. 29th, 2003|06:49 pm]
Kurt
[mood |gloomy]
[music |The Cure]

Sharnie and I are listening to the Cure and angsting. Mope, mope, mope...
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(no subject) [Dec. 28th, 2003|06:01 pm]
Kurt
[mood |calm]
[music |The Notwist - Nook]

Well today, like my Christmas, was unexpectedly painless. I met my family at around nine-thirty, as planned, but familial tensions rendered the anticipated breakfast out of the question. Instead I volunteered to show my sister the wonders of Brisbane for the afternoon whilst my parents went about their business. Given the relative scarcity of wonderousness in this town, I decided to take her to see Spellbound at the Dendy (something I'd been meaning to do for quite some time), which we both enjoyed immensely.

One thing that was made abundantly clear this afternoon is that conversations between my sister and myself are filled with many long pauses. Not that there's any tension or resentment between the two of us, you must understand, merely that we're so diametrically-opposed to each other in outlook that conversation inevitably runs dry after a handful of pleasantries. I'm not certain if this is caused by the significant disparity in our ages, or simply because she seems to be embracing her rural upbringing with a level of fervour equal only to that with which I'd rejected mine at her age. Regardless, I think we both managed to overlook the fact that we really are dwelling in two very different universes and managed to enjoy some (long-overdue) Quality Time.

This pleases me.
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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2003|08:52 pm]
Kurt
[mood |mellow]
[music |Savath and Savalas - Um Girassol Da Cor De Seu Cabe]

I just realised that I need to meet my parents at nine thirty in the morning. I guess I can't have too much fun tonight.
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*gnash* [Dec. 27th, 2003|03:38 pm]
Kurt
[mood |bewildered by the technology!]
[music |Charles Mingus & Eric Dolphy - Better git hit in your soul]

After two years of having a Livejournal, you might be fooled into thinking that I could post a private entry with some degree of success.





I wouldn't bet on it.
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