Articles for the Month of July 2010

The more we move ahead the more we’re stuck in rewind

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I think I have to stop fooling myself. At some point every day I decide that I’m going to take some time and, damn it, blog. But it just doesn’t happen. I’ve spent three days planning to write this little snippet of a post. Life is full. And priorities change. And time is spent, better or not, in other endeavours.

But this space nags at me like a sore tooth. I feel obliged to update, obliged to put myself out there. But I want to be somewhere else.

So this post is punctuation. An official recognition of a pause. But more a semicolon than a period. I’m not saying goodbye, just see you later. A little holiday in the real world.

“Well that is that and this is this.”

She wore red dresses and left the wounded behind

I don’t really have time to write – it’s exam marking time – but I can’t stand seeing that beanie wearing, budgie smuggling, buffoon every time I open Safari anymore. So here’s a photo of Boy Z putting the moves on a cute blonde at a wedding we went to last night.

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Because nothing brings that paternal pride cascading to the surface like watching one of your sons successfully executing the lady killing skills that you’ve been so carefully teaching him.

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Don’t wait up, Dad.