In the time I've been at work today I've noticed the guy next to me play Fatboy Slim's "Weapon Of Choice" about 5 times, probably more. I hate playing the same song more than a few times a day. Usually I'll only do it when I'm playing the full CD through. Occasionally I'll find a song I love and play it a few times in a row, but I always deliberately put it away for a while through fear of "getting over it". I like to stretch out the new-song-feel of a song as long as possible. I really should starting bringing my music collection to work. I've nothing hear at the moment but whatever was in my discman on the train and Moby's Play DVD megamix (which is alright but hardly genius).

Subject URL: Classic gigs

VM's discussing his fav gigs of the past, and idea I plan to steal from him as I have no ability to generate blog ideas for myself. In truth it's something I've thought of doing for a while but VM's reminded me (yeah right)... but not now...

Would you work less hours at your current place of work for less cash? This really applies to salary workers more than part-timers or contracters. Those of us who must work 8 hours a day, every day. A friend recently said they probably would, but did very little at home and would likely work similar hours anyway as they were bored at home. This isn't true for me. I love being home. I love writing my music. I love being with my girlfriend. I ache for more time to travel and see Australia. I ache for more time to watch movies, go for walks, go for rides! I'd love a four day week, 35 hrs a day and would happily take the cut in cash that would involve. However, I'm lucky. I don't have a loan of significant size (yet). I don't have a family. I don't live away from home. I don't need the money I get. Would I think differently if I lived hand to mouth? Of course I would... but many people live hand to mouth through their own design. Through massive repayments on loans. Through large purchases they could live without...

It is what always is discussed at uni and what always happens. When you have time, you never have the cash to have as much fun as you'd like (be that purchasing, or travelling etc.) so you get a job. In a job you're stuck at work five days a week with little time to enjoy your new found wealth. Fairly soon you couldn't enjoy it even if you had the time because of loans, family etc.

When parents say "these are the best years of your life" to children at school / uni they cannot possibly understand because they don't value time as much as those who have so little of it. Or do they? I remember being annoyed at school because it took away time I wanted to spend playing. But I remember my focus being more on the work, rather than the time "wasted"...

And as someone recently said to me, maybe I'm just lazy? White middle class trash, spoilt in life and with no comprehension of the hardships possible in life?

I think the above is a damn good indication I need to move and and discover the real world and get out of my cocoon.

I gave blood on Friday during lunch. I work right across the road from the blood bank now, and a note on the work fridge says they need O type. I'm O positive. I'm healthy for once. I had no more excuses. The last time I gave blood was in 1997 according to their records. Their database had me as a student. Flashback to 1996, the first time I gave blood. I asked them to use my left arm. The newish nurse screwed it up and blood went everywhere. She shouted at me not to look but I looked anyway. There was a lot of bloody. Flash forward and a little back to Friday. Older nurse, it didn't hurt at all, it took all of ten minutes and I felt fine. A little woozy for the rest of the day and tired all weekend, but I suspect the tiredness to have been from the extra hours I've been working above anything. For all those scared, you have nothing to worry about, except maybe the insane survey they make you fill out before they want your blood. The whole experience from survey to free milkshake and sausage roll took an hour...

Subject URL: Fog

All the Melbourne webcams today are grey... so damn depressing. Melbourne is covered in a thick layer of clouds, about ten floors up. Below where us mere mortals walk it's cold and miserable. I love fog though but for some reason today it's crushing my humanity. In my dreams, I run like a monkey. Fists, feet, fists, feet. I do this because in my dreams I cannot run, so I use my hands for the extra forward force I need. Explainations are not necessary...

Subject URL: Virtual Sydney Opera House

Tour the Sydney Operahouse in funky 360 degree imagry flashy quicktime goodness.