•October 29, 2008 • Leave a Comment
I love my wife very much. In fact, I love her more than I love anyone or anything else. I love her completely. I really do.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’m always very good at showing her that. I struggle with life at times and I have days where I’m down or out of sorts and I’m not the best to be around then. Even so, I love my wife then.
Nobody is perfect and there are times when my wife says or does something that annoys or bothers me and I may not react well at such times. But I still love my wife when that happens.
I love her totally.
We met in an internet chat room. That’s not such a big deal these days, but it was reasonably novel when it happened to us in the late 90s. I was hanging out being a smartarse and she swanned in capturing the attention of everyone in the room by dancing to jungle drums. She certainly caught my attention.
We got to talking about Russian literature and before we left for the night we’d exchanged email addresses. We corresponded for a while and I was completely and utterly in love with her before I knew it. It didn’t take me long at all.
After a few months I worked up the courage to ask if she’d mind if I visited her sometime. She agreed and we made plans to meet.
When I flew into her city we’d never seen each other before, not even a photo. We’d emailed each other brief descriptions of ourselves and that was all we had to go on. Even so, as I walked down the stairs from the airport arrivals gate I swear that J was the first and only person I looked at. I just knew it was her. Right from the start.
I’ve always loved my wife. And I still do.
•October 18, 2008 • Leave a Comment
It’s my niece’s first birthday. Well actually, her birthday was yesterday but her party’s today. I bought her a giant Tonka truck. I know that’s technically not age appropriate but I don’t really care. I think I’ve mentioned previously that I’m vying with my other brother for the title of “bad uncle”. This should help me claim the crown. I got her a teddy bear with no eyes and guts that could be pulled out when she was born.
My niece is either going to grow up not being scared of anything, or somewhat emotionally scarred.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not forcing this stuff on her. I’m pretty sure her parents put that bear in a cupboard somewhere and she’ll probably never see it. Maybe she’ll find it when she’s 14 and rebellious and ask her mum where it came from. Her mum will tell her it was from me and suddenly I’ll be the cool uncle.
But that’s unlikely.
In any case, it should be a good party.
•September 28, 2008 • Leave a Comment
Man I wish there was better coverage of cycling in this country. Don’t get me wrong, SBS do a great job with the Tour de France. They also covered the Tour Down Under this year (and presumably will again next year, especially if Lance Armstrong really does kick his comeback off at that event). In addition, we got Paris-Roubaix and highlights of the Vuelta a Espana, along with excellent coverage of the cycling events in the Olympics.
That’s not too bad. But it could be a lot better. For a start, we could do with highlights of the Giro d’Italia and a few more criteriums and classics like the Dauphine Libere and Liege-Bastogne-Liege. On top of that, would it kill them to provide even minimal coverage of the World Championships?
Look, I know that broadcasting rights cost money and there probably really isn’t enough sponsorship money in the country to pay for all of that. All I’m saying is I’d watch it. I’d watch it all, and I’d be sympathetic towards any sponsor that ensured I was able to enjoy the coverage.
Instead I’m left late at night, bouncing around the interweb trying to find live video streams or, at the very least, reasonably up to date comment threads. It’s very frustrating. Especially when you can see pretty much any other sport in the world live on free to air or cable. Why is it so hard to get decent cycling coverage? Why?
It’s just not right.
•September 27, 2008 • Leave a Comment
So, we’re in the process of looking for our first home (to purchase that is). Already we’ve been treated terribly by a major bank. Still, we’re pretty confident that we’ll be able to find something nice soon.
I certainly hope so. The place we’re renting is being sold out from under us to a developer that wants to, well develop the property. Which means we’ve got to go soon, new place or not.
So soon we’ll be one of those mortgage stressed couples you read about….. what fun.
•September 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment
Sometimes I’ll notice if a woman on the train is wearing nice shoes. It’s not something I normally pay attention to and it’s certainly not something I go out of my way to discover. But even so, sometimes I’ll be staring at the floor, absorbed in music or thought and suddenly I’ll notice her shoes and think that they’re nice.
I could be wrong. They might be horrible, cheap, nasty shoes. They might be horrendously expensive shoes that don’t fit properly. I wouldn’t really claim to know about shoes, especially not women’s shoes.
So there I am, noticing shoes and then…… nothing. There’s nothing I can do with that. I can’t pull down my headphones and call across a crowded train carriage, “Excuse me? Miss? Those are some very nice shoes.”
Well, technically I could, but I don’t feel comfortable doing it so I don’t.
I don’t know if it would make the world a substantially better place, but I hope that one day I can tell someone they have nice shoes without fear of reprisal.
•September 8, 2008 • Leave a Comment
I haven’t written anything in so long that I’m not sure that I remember how. I guess it’s an inherent problem when you start a blog with no clear idea of what you’re going to talk about. I constantly run out of things to say.
I don’t know you well enough to feel like I should assault you with my opinions on subjects that matter (although you may have noticed that I feel pretty free to throw around my opinions on subjects that don’t matter – like film, music and books).
I’m too private to want to bore you and embarrass myself by discussing my personal life. I don’t really want to spend my spare time going on and on about politics, sport, history or any of the other things I could think of using to be more “topical”.
I’m much too shy to want to show you any of my more “serious” attempts at writing. I mean, I want to show you. I just don’t want you to laugh at me, and I always tend to assume that you are laughing at me.
So here I sit – bored, tired, dissatisfied and uncertain. So much to say, and yet, so determined not to say it.
If I were even slightly good looking, I’d be a beautiful paradox.
•August 18, 2008 • Leave a Comment
Traditionally it’s a “beautiful turn of phrase”, but I’m not aiming that high these days. Right now I’d settle for turning a beautiful word. I’d twist it a little, bend it just so and then curve it around the back of your head and whisper it gently into your ear.