Tuesday, July 17, 2001
Just about to go to sleep (hopefully).
While having a couple of cigarettes in windy weather outside I was reminded of the man who told me, sitting on our balcony in Harisa, that he smokes three packets a day but four packets if it’s windy.
I think that they ought to ban television ads or programs that have telephone ringing in them.
There are so many of them and they’re so stressful – you constantly think that your phone’s ringing, until you put the volume down and finally figure out that it’s not your phone that’s ringing.
I read in the paper today that Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, was divorced, after thirty-five years of marriage, by his wife, Janet, because she thought that he had no sense of adventure.“One of these days, Alice, pow, right to the moon!”
I can’t understand all the fuss about technology – e.g., you can’t open a newspaper these days without seeing a section on computers.
They’re appliances for Christ’s sake!
Imagine having a newspaper supplement called “Fridge”.
I also think that calling a newspaper supplement “Money” (the Sydney Morning Herald) is a bit indelicate and vulgar.
“BEAUTIFUL APATHY” – THE STORY OF MY LIFE
My Year Eight Italian teacher wrote that comment on my report card (next to the F).
How poetically evocative, how Italian!
Know everything, care about nothing.
We’re just visitors on earth, just passing through.
Like ambassadors to a foreign country, you know everything about it but it doesn’t concern you.