Monthly Archives: November 2013

A sense of pride

My siblings are awesome. I am referring to two in particular but the other two are also amazing.

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Abigail is officially a play-write. Last night I attended a dramatic reading of her first full length play. I was amazed – I knew the girl could write but this was on a whole new level. Well done girl, the storyline and dialogue was well thought out and the actors gave such a great performance. You should be proud of both them, and yourself, because I sure am.

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My only brother is also awesome. Surviving us four girls is an achievement in itself – doing so with panache is just showing off! Watching him attack my garden with Marlee yesterday was great and I am so grateful that he was happy to do it. Sunshine, weeds and pavlova. Marlee adores you and so do I. Keep at it, you wonderful little-big-brother.

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God damn it.

I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off ― Chuck Palahniuk

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