Writers Block / Frazzled Brain

I mentioned in a previous post that my work colleague came off his motorcycle. What I later found out from him is that it was at 180km/h on a sweeping right hand bend and was causes by some dirt lying on the road. He got off relatively lightly with Kevlar burns on his legs, an infected knee and snapped ligament in his thumb. Anyway, he is back at work now and my four weeks of managing the two desks by myself are over for the time being. Thank the random supreme being for that. Its been a long month with minimal gym visits, twice as much useless admin, half as much recognition, negligible catching up with those people important to me and miserable weather to boot.
What a difference a sunny day makes. That glowing orb of fusion is sending down some invitations to spring and I am willing to accept, schedule allowing, of course. Everything seems easier when its warm and sunny. Except writing. I know that for an aspiring writer, writers block is a possibility, but even in embryonic form (ala blogging), it should not pose such a challenge. I mean, surely there are plenty of things to write about. For instance, we have the Republican Congressman in Missouri who is running for the Senate who reckons you don’t get pregnant from rape. Apparently the female body “has ways of shutting that down”, according to the Doctors he spoke to. Are these doctors also tea party nutters as well? I mean, where did these guys get their medical degrees from? The Ponds Institute?
Then there is the continuing farce that is Julian Assange and his self-aggrandising hypocrisy. Apart from the fact that he exposed the names and locations of informants and agents working against Al Qaeda, the so called champion of whistleblowers and a free media chose to take refuge in the Ecuadorean Embassy. Really, Julian? Just check out their history for upholding a free press. And then there is the small issue of the two Swedish ladies he is alleged to have assaulted. Come now ladies, no need to worry. According to the Republican Party, you have nothing to worry about. Just move along and leave poor Julian to fight the good fight against big, bad Obama.
And a big shout out to that bastion of justice and freedom, the Chinese Communist Party who today gave a suspended death sentence to Gu Kai Lai after she poured rat poison down the throat of the man who allegedly threatened to expose her son. The CCP deserves their own article here and I am sure I will get around to it but suffice to say that this whole saga has the smell of fish sauce about it. The people can live without the vote as long as they keep seeing their quality of life increase but pretty soon, no amount of wide screen TVs and affordable family cars can make up for the dodgy milk powder, land grabs, arbitrary justice and dodgy school buildings. Your comet is coming into view and the Temple of Heaven is going to fall.

Random Thoughts

Over the last week and a half, the London Olympics have been taking place, with hundreds of athletes competing in their various disciplines. The broadcast by Channel 9 has lived up to the standard expected; mediocre. I hesitate to go into specifics otherwise I will end up typing too hard and punching a hole in the screen, but as an example of what we have had to put up with; Eddie Mcguire referring to Abraham Lincoln and Winston Churchill as famous British politicians that the tri-athletes were running past. Abraham Lincoln!! The quality of these fools is lamentable. I agree with the rest of the commentariat, something must be done about the ‘team’ at London:- the media team that is. I blame all those new universities and the patently too-low entry requirements for the Bachelor of Communications degrees. And another thing. A big shout-out to those Australian athletes who compete in their own, lesser known sports without the millions in endorsements and sponsorships and who do it for the love of it, who walk off the court or field, out of the arena or pool with their heads held high for even making it the games. Well done to you all.

Another mass shooting in the US. I thought there would be another one fairly soon and I predicted within two weeks. Not with any sense of happiness whatsoever did I learn that six Sihk people were gunned down while going about their business of religious worship by some neo-nazi loser. I am reminded of the comment I saw online around the time of the Colorado massacre (remember that one?). Some fool said something along the lines of “if only some of those theatre goers were packing, this could have ended so differently”. Yeah, Mr Redneck, I definitely want 200 scared, frightened, poorly trained people throwing brass downrange in a darkened theatre while children are running through their line of sight. I mean, seriously??

Another injury at Jujutsu on Tuesday night. Toes are so under-rated. They are my Achilles heel, if you will pardon my anatomically mixed metaphor. Its pretty embarrassing when you are sparring and cop a blow to the head but then ‘come a’cropper’ when you jam your toes on the mat and have to hobble to the side. WTF?? I know that when I am eventually going for my black belt, I will be a sucker for the Gold Dragon Wushu Toe Hold. That will be my weak point, I assure you. But seriously, I am so glad to have found Jujutsu after learning some karate in my youth. Such a comprehensive art taught by some amazing sensei.

Mars! Not the bar, the planet. How cool is that? But am I the only one who is disappointed with the black and white photos? We want colour, red, orange, brown. Not fussy, but please give us some colour. Is that too much to ask? I mean, sure, you put that puppy down nicely and pretty damn close to target across hundreds of thousands of kilometres and I don’t even understand the maths behind that (my astro- navigation knowledge was confined to moving across the Earth’s surface, not through the solar system) but is a bit of kodachrome too much to ask? I think not. Get busy, NASA!!

My friend has come off his motorbike and is still in one piece. Being thankful for small mercies, bike helmet technology and Kevlar pants. His wife and soon to arrive child no doubt join me in that thanksgiving. And on that happy note, sayonara until next time friends.