I’ve found on Californian radio that they have songs on an even higher rotation than we do in Sydney. I didn’t think that anyone played the same songs over and over again more than 2Dayfm, but I present to you KissFM in LA. It doesn’t matter if Ryan Seacrest is annoying you with his strangely bogan/over-excited accent in the morning or if you are still listening late at night, you are guaranteed to hear Willow Smith’s riveting new song “I Whip My Hair Back and Forth.” within minutes.
So I’m in the US for a few weeks and I decided that being on holidays gives me even less of an excuse for not blogging. Sorry I only write occasionally, but perhaps you are secretly pleased that you don’t have to hear from me all the bloody time.
The other day I jumped on a train and ventured out of the city to have coffee with some mates. When you think of heading out for a great coffee you would normally make your way into town, not out west, but it was all about the great company and these three guys I was catching up with were also coffee aficionados so with this in mind I thought the café couldn’t be too bad and was looking forward to the night out.
My wife has developed somewhat of an addiction lately. She is constantly engaging in communication with strangers on the Internet. She says it’s usually only 25 words or less and it’s no big deal.
After these strangers began sending her gifts and invites to lavish events I began not to mind so much. It’s seems this addiction is beginning to work out for the both of us.
The latest online competition she won was to go and see the “film” Charlie St Cloud. Usually I wouldn’t go and see a movie featuring Zac Efron or any movie where there is a high risk that lads with better abs than mine will remove their shirts. Especially since these days you can either go for a lovely night at the movies or buy a small island next to Richard Branson’s. This one was going to be free and put on by the editors of two well-known fashion magazines so I thought it was worth attending.
There is a very structured train seating selection system that guides a traveller’s preference that you will notice if you pay attention. The first seats to get snapped up are the two-person bench window seats, followed by the three-person window seats. Then the isle position of the three-person seats are the favourite, followed by the aisle of the two-person seats and finally the most dreaded of all is the middle position of the three-person seats. There is always an awkward unspoken exchange when it comes time for the filling of the middle position over the issue of whether the aisle sitter on the three-person-bench should move over and become the middle sitter or stand up and force the newcomer to take the worst seat of all.
It has been raining a lot in Sydney this month. Actually we’ve only had a couple of dry days out of the last few weeks. Rain seems to affect Sydney-siders more than people in many other cities around the world. Driving is particularly affected, with a reported 500 crashes in the second half of the very rainy May. I know what you are thinking. “The rain brings all the oil to the surface of the road and makes it extra slippery.” That may be true if it sprinkles for ten minutes but our roads have been more like rivers lately and any oil has began to make its way to the Gulf of Mexico by now, where it feels more at home. Too soon, right? Sorry.
My dog, Jones, has several bad habits the latest of which is that of clawing and digging at our polished timber door when we are not home. I’m not sure why he does this but I have many theories: either he is trying to open the door in which case he is simply daft, as he has neither the thumbs nor the height needed to unlock it. Or perhaps he is genuinely distressed and goes slightly mental when he can’t see us. As the majority of the door is glass he could be trying to fight off a mysterious and puzzling twin dog in the reflection. Whatever the reason I need a solution.
I overheard a conversation between two girls at lunchtime today.
“Oh I love sleeping in on the weekend”, said the first one. “Really? I can’t sleep past 7.00AM no matter how hard I try” was her friend’s odd reply. I thought to myself, “I wish I had that girl’s disease”.
I can sleep in almost all day, and every morning when I have to get up for work and look over at my clock I hope to myself that somehow my wife got up in the middle of the night and set my alarm an hour back so I would wake up but then realise I could go back to sleep. This indeed has never happened. This need for more sleep has caused what most would think was an insane habit. I set my alarm for 20 minutes before I have to leave. When the alarm goes off I then hit snooze for ten minutes. When I get up I then have ten minutes to get ready before I leave the house. It’s the perfect balance between thinking I can sleep for longer and having to rush around like the receptionist from the Devil Wears Prada.
Some People See Things Very Differently.
(Like Zombies For Instance)
There is an interesting philosophical debate that is called ‘problem of other minds’. The central question is “how do I know that another person thinks, reasons and experiences emotion as I do? How do I know you have a mind at all? How do I know you’re not a Zombie. Traditionally speaking, they appear “normal” but their mind is a tabula rasa; there is no higher brain function. You look the same as I do, (maybe not as good looking, but just in general), and you at least act as if you have similar mental workings but you could just be acting, so that when I least expect it you may feast on my brains.
In writing my blog I’m going to give you all the benefit of the doubt that you are not zombies, although many of my stories and observations that I make remind us that as we often automatically assume that we are all very alike and adhere to the same social and societal rules. Our assumptions come crashing down when we meet so weirdo behaving strangely or find ourselves in odd situations where the rules seemed to have changed without our consent. And let’s be honest, this conundrum can be very funny indeed.
This blog is a collection of stories, observations, opinion pieces along with whatever else seems interesting enough to publish. It’s a little bit fun and a-lot-a-bit mental.
I call it FUN(da)MENTAL READING. Enjoy.
- Pete Campbell
This is my new website the full archives currently live over at http://blog.dreamworldindustries.com
So it’s official everyone: I’m a blogger. I have already turned down the lights, let my pizza go cold and am heading up the stairs of my ivory tower to give you all my opinion that you are so desperate for.
My blog is probably not even a real blog. Maybe I am creating some new kind of new internet genre, I doubt it but you never know. I will be posting a collection of stories, observations, opinion pieces, the odd video, as well as anything else I think seems interesting enough to publish in this space. If you know me you may well end up in one of my stories so you’ve been warned.
I hope you enjoy, have a bit of a laugh and every now and then maybe even learn something or be inspired.
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