tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65134202011-04-22T12:49:15.702+10:00Jamesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-34326620798539634682008-11-15T19:30:00.002+11:002008-12-30T04:34:46.788+11:00

From a walk with Brody and his Dad

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introducing taxesstockNational taxtermsmarketsinflowsUnitedredistributefinancedevelop?

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(or morning)at ten past one in the morning:they can'tsometimes, when you love someone, after a while, you begin to think that they think like youat twenty past one (in the morning):but you don'tsometimes you think you understandat twenty to two:and you mightsometimes you think you'll be with them for a long timeat one minute and twenty-one seconds past two:things fallits just how it goesand i

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(or morning)at ten past one in the morning:they can'tsometimes, when you love someone, after a while, you begin to think that they think like youat twenty past one (in the morning):but you don'tsometimes you think you understandat twenty to two:and you mightsometimes you think you'll be with them for a long timeat one minute and twenty-one seconds past two:things fallits just how it goesand i

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told asking break something hate disgusting told broke love more weigh deciding wanted more lose fail happy time mess happened 'mess'. lost ... more learn never see give up alone living want exist much before give growing person better felt everything.remember hard love finally shown six important life loved accept less ago learnt no-one falling five apart happened problems [somewhere] about

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It has been quite cold of late, though I find myself saying I'm really quite warm. Home is warm. I feel at home with Brendan.Gloves and scarves are … novel.My big black coat is warm. A tee [long sleeved, close-fitting and white], another [blue, with shiny motif on front, v-neck cut], a borrowed jumper [should get that back], a jacket [with zipper], and my big black coat on top.I got an early

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Performance Art tomorrow. with an Installation component.7 projects for 7 weeksmy life fell apart somewhere in the middle - or seemed to, seeming to. seams

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What am I doing?[rhetorical, in confusion. w/angst]

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Valentines Day - my rose from Greg

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5 minutes on the phone with a pleasant but withdrawn sounding recorded voice and I've lodged my preferences for the 2006 NSW University entrance applications process.“Six Zero Nine - Three Four Five: University of Technology Sydney, Bachelor of Arts in Communication (Social Inquiry) and International Studies” To confirm press 1. Another four courses added - I'll change them a few times before the

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My first external HSC exam came and went this morning - Ten minutes with a japanese teacher, employed as an examiner by the Board of Studies, in a classroom at Newtown Performing Arts School. As was the case with my trial exams, which are themselves almost over, I went into today's speaking skills examination knowing I wasn't as prepared as I should have been, and that my results weren't going to

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                        15 tracks15 years old        15 daysfifteen

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I slowly opened my eyes, remembering I had contacts in, and half-consciously said to myself "I feel like a train's hit me!" - an unfortunately morbid statement considering the events of February this year. Whole right side of my body numb - the side I was lying on, dry mouth, heavy eyelids - that "collapsed on bed due to exhaustion and just slept in jeans" feeling.Eventually worked up the

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Waking up this morning, having tuned into ABC Radio National’s AM News Program, I experienced the day’s first hit of cynicism. “George Bush and John Howard had the first informal meeting in anupcoming week of talks yesterday, attending St. Patrick’s Church, locatednext to the White House. The two, accompanied by their wives sat in the same pew in which the President has traditionally sat for the

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1122202605537085892005-07-16T23:12:00.000+10:002005-07-24T21:00:35.816+10:00

... another chapter begins“Ceasefire in pieces” cries the UK’s Scotsman, “Family says bomber 'brainwashed'” reports BBC News. I sit here all content whilst elsewhere people are being torn apart by bombs, or grief. A guy living in Leads, the same age as me, blew himself and 30 other people up last week. Ripples sped across the globe: a screaming white trail of horror, a blood-thirsty red stream of

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In about 5 minutes, I am leaving for my pick up stop for the mini bus going out to Goodooga. Over the next week, I'm travelling out to the Lightning Ridge area, on a social justice Aboriginal Immersion program. Completely unprepared, having never met any of the 20 or so people who I was travelling 750km with to a town who's name I'd never heard, to experience one Aboriginal community for four

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1112262976763788392005-03-31T19:56:00.000+10:002006-02-25T15:56:03.336+11:00

the flashing cursor burns a line on the back of my retina, urging my fingers to move across the keyboard, my mind to spurt out endless amounts of meaningless words, sentences so stuffed with padding, that when it is all removed, no message remainsAshleigh once said of her desire to blog(I need)... a little pensive therapy...some literary relief...I used to blog often, less and less as time wore

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I've realised just now, sitting in dad's office just how far behind Iam with all my school work.It's not a good thing, not good at all.Bludging Year 11 was not worth it.

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[Well, Year 11, and first term of year 12 at least.] Well it's Christmas eve, and the weather is just how I like it. The stifling heat, and humidity of an imminent storm. The blackened sky and lightning flashes. It's been a long and eventful time between blogs, even longer since I've posted anything of substance, longer still since any of it made sense. Over the past four school terms, 3 as a

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New Glasses: Thicker (eyesight worse), Different Shape, Can now see. 

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Waking up this morning I found myself turning up the volume on the radio next to my bed [ which had been receiving ABC's Radion National since early this morning (around 1:00 AM)] to find the excellent Background Briefing program about to start. Today's Background Briefing looks at the 'Need For Speed', our need for immediacy and instant gratification.This Week: Sunday 29 August 2004 Need For

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1092734853518087832004-08-17T19:27:00.000+10:002004-08-17T19:32:50.956+10:00

Giant Sandwhich [from the shop near Nautilis bar, Darling Harbour] - 14.08.2004 

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So I've done every shift since Thursday (others sick / unable to be contacted), had half as much time to do schoolwork as I'd thought I would, and have ended up here, pulling another night / morning before job on the "Preliminary Chemistry Assesment Task 3". I've setup a new computer, driven maybe 45 minutes, and procrastinated for around 8 hours, but I blame 'the job' nonetheless. ....

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One Morning. 

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Mt. Banks - 0935 13.07.2004 

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Goodooga

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I'm back home after my week out west, and having spent last night on a family friends' family's farm in Crookwell,  haven't really been able to reflect on what I've experienced in the last week as of yet.    I'm off again tomorrow for a two day trek around, and up Mt. Banks (in the Blue Mountains National Park).

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Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1088895960313239152004-07-04T09:03:00.000+10:002004-07-04T09:06:00.313+10:00

In about 5 minutes, I am leaving for my pick up stop for the mini bus going out to Goodooga. Over the next week, I'm travelling out to the Lightning Ridge area, on a social justice Aboriginal Immersion program.

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1087998197733047532004-06-23T23:43:00.000+10:002004-06-23T23:45:17.880+10:00

Yes well sanity / maturity / responsibility, it's all relative. James, via email.

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Official Advisory: This blog contains no content relating to deceased persons, or persons deceased or otherwise who may be deemed to be deceased at any point in time, or from time to time. If in parts of the following post deceased persons are referred to they are, for the purpose of this post, not actually referred to. Another night, and the result of month long procrastination stares bleakly

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Photo #1 

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A chunk of ice the size of a brick slammed into the Japanese policeman's head. Stunned onlookers tried to decipher what had just happened as hundreds of similarly sized hailstones began pelting down around them. Chaos unfolds as people are struck down, and others search desperately for cover, with each second leading to ever impending death. This scene, which was part of the opening sequence of

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I've been having some problems with my PC lately. All my browsers stop working after my being logged on for anything over 5 minutes or so. The strange thing is that Messenging, FTP, and Email programs still work. I'm thinking there maybe some program conflicting port 80, which is taking a while to load after startup.

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Approximately 13:15 AEDST, Thursday May 20th, 2004I'm Sitting in Hyde Park eating my lunch, a salad and ham sandwich on rye bread, whilst writing this down in my notebook. The park is a place where you shouldn't need to worry about the time and many of the people sitting around me don't seem to be. It is an escape from the city around us, though the city sounds still infiltrate the shrubs and

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"I haven't posted in a while. " James says as his obligatory 'blog about blogging' begins. "From what I've read others have said that blogging is both an outlet and an addiction. It starts out playing little part in your life, and then changes it." He disects his sentences, rearranges phrases, and agonises over words. "My friends from school have started blogging. It began with just one,

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The green shade cloth covered wire fence surrounding the area in which my group of friends sits was dismantled today. The harsh autumn sun beat down on our now exposed seats, and for the first time we fully appreciated the benefits of having a simple metal structure protecting us from the elements. For the last term and a half it has provided shade, support (physically), wind shelter, privacy and

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We gave Mum an Espresso Machine for Mothers day. Resulting in my attaining a third addiction: Internet, Sleep & now Coffee. I can't stand the taste, but if it's weak, with lot's of chocolate and sugar, I'm in heaven.

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Arriving at school on September 12, 2001 was understandably strange. At around 11 pm the previous night a group of people either: made a statement about the way they have been treated by the rest of the world over the last 100 years or killed three thousand innocent civilians, depending on your perspective. For most people, it was just another school day. The majority were unaware of what had

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1083577073627447622004-05-03T18:23:00.000+10:002004-08-29T10:44:53.420+10:00

After deciding that I had to get out of the house (over on Dear World), I left to go get some milk, and check out what the commotion at the local shops was all about. The major intersection off the highway, between an access road, and the road between the shops and pub was cordoned off, with 3 police cars, and 2 firetrucks present, all with lights flashing. Shop owners from the first store I

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1083063780139125342004-04-27T21:00:00.000+10:002004-04-27T21:12:54.780+10:00

Having started school again today, I don't know how much time I'll have for blogging. This'll probably be a good thing though because It means there'll be less crap and hopefully some more interesting blogs.

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Walking back from the church I used to go to* earlier this evening, I looked up and saw the stars in the sky. I saw the southern corss, a scattering of other stars, and Venus, the evening star, which has recently been sitting up near the crescent moon. I walked up the street, which every year for 7 years during primary school we'd trekked, passing houses with succulant smells drifting out.

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Wheww ..... Just got home, after jogging down the road from the bus-stop on the highway (thanks for the lift Jess). The play was really good, and the actress' where excellent, and the male teacher actor guy, though he didn't have many parts was pretty good. Prince kind of was mediocre. Benita, your Dad rang my parents, he wanted to know if they knew where you were. - I was thinking that bit of

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1082692335340560532004-04-23T13:46:00.001+10:002004-04-23T14:04:01.263+10:00

I'm begining to get stressed. Only 3 days of holidays left and I haven't finished this school work yet. Blogs and Sleep are addictive. Problem is you can never seem to do either when you want to, and you end up taking to long. MS Outlook: 1 Reminder - Clean Room, 1 Day Overdue.8 Tasks pending.

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1082607601153454602004-04-22T14:19:00.000+10:002004-04-22T14:24:07.950+10:00

I now have a gmail address. :)

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An excerpt from an email sent to Faiza. A concept that I've had for a while. "You are only a terrorist if you are on the other side, otherwise you are a brave soldier." - Joan, Vermont, USA

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I want a gmail address.

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"Even if it's not directly helping, it's making people aware of a world outside their own." - James F [19.4.2004 (Australian Date Format)]

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For me, the day started at 8:30. I'd spent the previous night, and early morning hours, preparing camera equipment (tripod, Digital, SLR) but not much else. After grabbing some clothes, searching around for socks, and retrieving my shoes, it was off to the shower, and back out to cram everything in my bag. I found the train timetable, looked at the clock, and, realising I had only 3 minutes to

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1082130570925925912004-04-17T01:41:00.000+10:002004-04-17T01:53:29.716+10:00

I still haven't written about going to the Easter show the other day yet, or done any of the work I have from school. Hope to soon.

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New Yorkers view of the world.

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Today: Japanese Hostages were released, Osama bin Laden released another tape, and a Sydney medical student is being held for training with a terrorist group.

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I got coolant (Caltex Extended Life Coolant) in my eyes today, at work. And in my Mouth, and all over my clothes. It tasted really bad and probably wasn't going to be good for me so I walked over to the counter, with one eye completely closed and the other half open, leaving a trail of sticky orange drops of fluid over the floor, got some help, and rinsed it out of my eyes, mouth and clothes. It

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1081482544579589172004-04-09T13:38:00.000+10:002006-05-10T23:36:41.740+10:00

The TV was talking to me last night. Seriously, It was.It all started when I sat down to watch a program on the ABC's (Australian not American) Mondo Thingo (entertainment news program, with a lot less of the gossip and plain crap of shows like ET, and more real current industry news, and light hearted funny bits) about Blogging. It was weird seeing sites I've visited on the web shown on the TV,

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Squad leader and Staff Sgt. Lonnie Roberts stands at attention as troops from the 3rd Brigade Combat Team pay last respects to their fallen comrade, Pvt. Gregory Huxley, during a memorial for the 19-year-old in Baghdad. (Photo by David Leeson)

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Just found this so I thought I'd post it.

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The backhoe was back again this morning, but I stayed in bed till 7:30 or something just to spite it (and my parents who have this annoying habit of trying to wake me up). Went off to school where I had a great day of frustration in Japanese (so many new words, & work I need to catch up on) and Extension Maths (A frikkin hard test on trigonometry, including some stuff I missed last week and still

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1079586981377650332004-03-18T16:15:00.000+11:002004-03-23T17:46:20.543+11:00

The aftermath of Basrahs Hotel Bombing, 17th March, 2004.

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Citizens in solidarity: Marching in condemnation of the train bombings in Spain.

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In Japanese today (classes are in the upstairs tutorial room of the library 'cos our schools short on rooms) I opened my blog up to show Luke, and Monica some of the photo's I have posted. Luke had been showing Monica some of the swimming carnival photo's he's got posted for a while, but when I opened mine up (and people started saying gross, disgusting etc. about there being body parts in the

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Ok, it does so I might write something a bit later.

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Hmm, &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Will it let me blog from school today?

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I woke to the sound of a mini backhoe digging away outside my window this morning. It seems my neighbours backyard have something they need dug up just over the fence. I'd gone to sleep at about 2:00 AM, five and a half hours earlier, after a night of Instant Messenging, Blogging, TV watching and Radio listening. Not a second thought was given to homework once I walked through the door in the

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078811798989922882004-03-09T16:56:00.000+11:002004-03-09T19:03:32.093+11:00

Here's a poem I wrote the other day, and posted on Timeo . Maxime TimeoBattle of the Sexes, Battle against whites, Battle of religions, Bombings over night.Battle of the Races, Battle against you, Battling your dominance, Battling your view. Living with unwanted waste, Taking all your crap, Putting up with ten times more, and trying not to crack. We never asked for new TVs, or western social

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078810292143579502004-03-09T16:23:00.000+11:002004-03-09T16:37:31.436+11:00

Here's the correct excerpt from the transcript of the BBC report on Zimbabwes youth "training" camps. One day during the filming, I phoned a girl who we had interviewed the day before and I got her voicemail. In her message she had a sweet voice, high pitched and gentle like that of an innocent teenager. In fact she had helped beat to death an old lady with a walking stick. - Hilary Andersson

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078724700428750952004-03-08T01:45:00.000+11:002004-03-08T16:57:47.590+11:00

I'm writing on papaer and in bed. The red ink of the texta I'm using seems to reflect my thoughts of what I've just heard. Whilst listening to "From our own correspondant", the BBC program, just now I heard the story of Zimbabwaen youths who've been in Mr. Mugabes "training" camps, and of one specific case.The day after an interview with one of these youths, a young girl, I tried to contact her

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078545125621276622004-03-06T14:30:00.000+11:002004-03-06T16:34:42.593+11:00

It's raining today. It would be pretty peaceful if not for the whining of the little fan inside my computer. There is the steady random patter of rain falling, and the sound of birds calling from the branches in the trees in which they're sheltering. I don't really think it's fair that I could complain about a fan interupting my life, so I won't, I can change the fan, but I can't change the

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078474698681828152004-03-05T19:14:00.000+11:002005-03-26T12:53:41.636+11:00

A city at PeaceSydney Harbour Bridge from inside Circular Quay StationAugust 30th, 2003 :: 4:30 PM

Jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078388891025029972004-03-04T19:09:00.000+11:002004-03-12T22:15:23.310+11:00

A world at War Iraq " height="120"> " height="120"> Palestine Indonesia

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1078060384155455372004-03-01T00:12:00.000+11:002004-03-05T20:03:51.983+11:00

Dear World, Why must you shoot, bomb, starve yourself? Why won't you share your toys with your siblings, your medicines with the sick, your homes with the homeless? Why do you ignore your own suffering? Why don't you appreciate what you have, what you can do and say, where you can go, that you are still here today? Bask in your Lilliputian immensity, glorious brutality and simple intricacies.

Jamesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513420.post-1077887891449443402004-02-27T23:51:00.000+11:002004-02-28T15:26:17.216+11:00

The five days since my last post have been monotonously eventful. &nbsp&nbsp Another Bombing in Jerusalem, Another Massacre in Uganda, Another Uprising in Haiti. &nbsp&nbsp But life goes on, students^ at the Catholic High School I attend still maintain narrow-minded, naive views of the world - "all suffering and violence is caused by terrorists, terrorists are evil, they are muslims, they are

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And so another blog is born.

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