The self righteousness of leaving for work in the dark. Concentrating on waking up. Rain and howling wind. A burglar alarm.
Corporates that are all men, even the progressive ones.
A weekend too far away. Pool in the outhouse cabin. Opening the window to make the shot. Bloody Mary's mixed with G&Ts. Sneaking in to bed in the singleton room. Always the latest. Marscapone cake. Two copies of The Silver Spoon. Kosky on the cover. Youth Group programming Rage. Ham off the bone. Onion jam. A quiet white world. Misadventure? No, just sparkling red in the car. Sheer cliffs sliced between the eucalypts. A kid in a stripey hat sitting in a backpack. Willie Nelson and extreme heat in the op shop.
And then Robert Fisk. All his incredible knowledge. His pragmatism. Ed struggles to say that we can't try and impose our value system on these people any more, and then Fisk sums it up: the days of Christian armies trying to control Muslim states are probably over. Foreign troops in Muslim lands don't seem to work very well, do they?
Corporates that are all men, even the progressive ones.
A weekend too far away. Pool in the outhouse cabin. Opening the window to make the shot. Bloody Mary's mixed with G&Ts. Sneaking in to bed in the singleton room. Always the latest. Marscapone cake. Two copies of The Silver Spoon. Kosky on the cover. Youth Group programming Rage. Ham off the bone. Onion jam. A quiet white world. Misadventure? No, just sparkling red in the car. Sheer cliffs sliced between the eucalypts. A kid in a stripey hat sitting in a backpack. Willie Nelson and extreme heat in the op shop.
And then Robert Fisk. All his incredible knowledge. His pragmatism. Ed struggles to say that we can't try and impose our value system on these people any more, and then Fisk sums it up: the days of Christian armies trying to control Muslim states are probably over. Foreign troops in Muslim lands don't seem to work very well, do they?
posted by noonie at 9:22 AM
4 Comments:
I am tired of pumping up your visitor count for no reward.
me too. I'm staging a month long boycott. lets see what happens to your count now.
yeah, so there. Even sausage rolls and fab conversation at Church St won't entice us back.
Sal, can you send me an email the next time you blog? I'm tired of visiting only to be slapped with bitter disappointment.
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