Ever hear the saying "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results"?
Well, it appears that I’m slowly going insane as I descend through the first of Dante’s Circles of Hell…
But like Dante, I feel as though I may have climbed my way through to find hope once more.
As stated previously… this week has not been one of my best.
Despite all intentions to show sympathy and support, I let down a valued and trusted friend. It leaves me ready to bend over backwards to do whatever I can to make their life that little bit easier.
On the flip side, another friend, one who I share a briefer but more intimate history with, has decided for the second time that we are not meant to be friends… and this time, I couldn’t agree more.
In the early 1990’s a film was released to eventually gain a cult following, especially amongst detached, disaffected teenagers of the time.
That movie was ‘Pump Up The Volume’, the story of a teenager trapped in the banality, mediocrity and monotony of life in suburban USA, rebelling against his parents, school and ‘the system’ . This was all done under the alias of ‘Happy Harry Hard-on’, a pirate DJ and, as we see throughout the course of the film, more the protagonists true persona than the meek, misunderstood teen we see in public.
The premise of the story was simple enough, but it’s timing unfortunate, catching the end of the ham-radio pirate DJ wave of uncensored free speech and shock jocks. It also arrived at the same time as the first common vestiges of the internet… now the vehicle for most amateur reporting, dissemination of (mis)information and ‘free speech’.
And now it’s Australia’s turn to fall under the boot of censorship.
Even to the casual reader of this blog, it’s plainly apparent that relationships of various kinds are a topic that I spend a not-inconsiderable time thinking about.
In my more cynical moments, part of me wonders if men and women are really meant to last in any meaningful relationship. But then I look at a few examples, and realise there is hope on the horizon…
One of the recurring themes in western literature is that of the creation rebelling against the creator.
Probably the most famous of these would be Mary Shelleys ‘Frankenstein’, but it is by no means alone… and nor was it the first. And it got me to thinking about where this all started.
One of the most irritating things in this world is hypocrisy.
Most sane people will find discomfort in the blatant conflict that arises between a persons words and actions that work in opposition to those words.
It happens all around us, all the time, in forms both large and small… and nothing embodies hypocrisy more completely than that of politics. And now, as the last stages descend upon the media, we’ll see the pinnacle of that in the last stages of the US presidential elections. Read the rest of this entry »