Category: <span>Uni</span>

I haven’t dropped off the planet, I’ve been busy doing homework for assignments due yesterday, today and in the coming week.

This blog got a massive lot of hits the other day – I cannot work it out. I don’t think I even posted.

Anyway. I want to thank you for reading, it’s good fun having readers to be really honest, and I shall be back in full force within the next week or so.

If you read and you don’t comment (or even if you do), could whack a short comment on the end of this post – I’m just curious.

Ta.

Blogging Uni

Six Rules of Cultural Engagement

Nice post over on Joe Thorn about cultural engagement.

Posts may be a bit scarce over the next week and a bit, I have everything due at uni.

Post of the Day Uni

The homework monsters slam down hard sometimes, Friday’s post has been delayed until now.

On Thursday I bit the bullet of my, ‘avoid city driving where possible’ rule and drove to work. It’s a bit funny really, because work moved offices on Friday and of all the time I’ve been working at the Albert Park office (equivalent to almost two years), I’ve never driven in. It’s been the train and the tram with my beloved Connex. But for the sake of a free desk chair when your one has had a broken wheel for two months, you’ll do anything.

So I drove in. The right turn I was meant to make turned out to not be a right turn due to the No Right Turn sign, so I detoured somehow via Prahran (near uni) and got to work a bit late. No huge drama.

Seven and a half hours later, the chair fit nicely into my currently very dilapidated car and I set off back home. I managed to do something wrong again and wound up driving through a very busy street in the city during peak hour. Slightly terrifying, but I worked out where the freeway was fairly quickly and found the way home.

Here’s the ironic thing.

We moved offices on Friday – a few suburbs across the city to a beautiful and beautifully restored terrace house. I’ll share photos when I can. But the strange way that I drove home wound up being exactly the way I drove to the new place with Ian.

Then get this. I’ve been crapping on about how I’m in love with Barcelona chairs for a few posts now and suddenly I find out that work is getting some (replicas I assume, and they are white) but I mean what is the likely hood of that! Hearing that pulled my internal grin onto my face.

It has been a beautifully ironic weekend.

General On The Train Uni

Righto well time for you nice blog readers to do me a favor.

For my delightful *cough* uni subject Methods of Investigation, Kellie and I are doing some research for a ‘drug awareness campaign’ using celebrity role models of all things.

Anyway if you could take two minutes to whack some answers in boxes, it’d be much appreciated – it’s totally anonymous.

Take the Survey

[Thanks to all who participated, don’t worry about going there anymore, the survey is closed]

Uni

It hardly took a whole lecture on chairs to convince me,

I want one of these:

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A Barcelona Chair.

I really like them.

It’s a chair with a long history in design, iconic – very modernist but also with the magic of agelessness.

Not perhaps your ultimate comfort item but if I ever say owned a design company or had a nice little office somewhere, I’d be tempted. A black one. The authentic ones are worth $2k so I guess $400 on Ebay is a steal… maybe some day.

Meanwhile, on Amateur Theology, Geoff’s been talking about consumerism and the lecturer today did point out that post modernism eats consumerism like pie – that might not be word for word.

Oh, and I’m supposedly meant to be posting about the environment for Blog Action Day.

So here it is:

I like the environment.
I think God cares about us helping take care of the environment.
I think God is right.

And there was that interesting quote from The Brothers Karamazov (Which yes I am attempting to read at the moment and yes is by Dostoevsky and no I am not reading it in Russian, someone has kindly translated it – I’m not that clever – infact I’m having enough trouble understanding it in English and the fact that the characters have about eight variations on their names each):

“Yes. But could I endure such a life for long?” the lady went on fervently, almost frantically. “That’s the chief question – that’s my most agonizing question. I shut my eyes and ask myself, ‘Would you persevere long on that path? And if the patient whose wounds you are washing did not meet you with gratitude, but worried you with his whims, without valuing or remarking your charitable services, began abusing you and rudely commanding you, and complaining to the superior authorities of you (which often happens when people are in great suffering) – what then? Would you persevere in your love, or not?’ And do you know, I came with horror to the conclusion that, if anything could dissipate my love to humanity, it would be ingratitude. In short, I am a hired servant, I expect my payment at once – that is, praise, and the repayment of love with love. Otherwise I am incapable of loving any one.”

Love well. Love real.

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