59th Street Bridge State of Mind


My world appears to have become a lot simpler. I’d crawl out of bed each morning, get to the gym, go to work, come home, walk the little jedi, and spend the evening with Tress either at home with a very simple meal or (once or twice a week) go out with some friends.

I don’t know if life is meant to be this way and I don’t know if I will continue to enjoy the serenity it has brought me thus far.

I don’t know what it is which has made us feeling like we have to be doing something meaningful or something which makes us more purposeful, every waking hour of every day.

I guess as always balance – the sweet spot of equilibrium – is a difficult state to achieve. I know I am enjoying the peace and quiet now, away from things which stir me and create frustrations. Kind of feeling groovy and asking the lamp post what it’s doing…

President Obama, what happened?


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Advancing Against Al Qaeda (Photo credit: Third Way)

I think a big story is brewing. It concerns Obama’s attempt to cover up his mistakes which caused the death of the diplomat in Libya.

The attack on the US embassy in Libya is now believed to be an Al Qaeda attack. It was a planned attack. The embassy knew Al Qaeda was operating there at least weeks before the attack, and a week before the attack, specifically requested urgent help. The British had withdrawn its ambassador weeks before that, also knowing of an imminent Al Qaeda attack. The US had similar intelligence as the British and could have done something to protect its diplomats and staff, and had weeks to do it.

The attack, which killed the top US diplomat in Libya, wasn’t a retaliation of that stupid movie degrading Mohammed. Obama probably knew that.

Yet, repeatedly, he attributed blame on that movie. Not his own lack of response to the plea for help from his “friend”, who was killed as a result. Some are calling the Libya Al Qaeda incident Obama’s Jimmy Carter moment…

China 63 years on… they’re in Melbourne now


Officially, the communist party of China has been in power for 63 years. Today is the anniversary of the declaration of the People’s Republic of China under communist rule. It happened back in 1949, on 1 October.

I stumbled on a book, many years ago, written by Mao’s personal doctor (a Doctor Li). He told of the decadent mindlessness in Mao’s personal life, against a backdrop of disastrous rule which included peasant idiocies like producing backyard steel industries in that catastrophic great “leap forward” which was in fact a descent into the abyss for millions of Chinese.

That book fired up my interest in Mao and his circle and I read many other books on China after that, covering the lives of a number of people including Chao Enlai, Jiang Qing and of course, Deng Xiaoping. Collectively, they create the impression that China continues (or continued) to be ruled by emperors, starting with Mao, then Jiang Qing, followed by Deng. Chao was crucial in ensuring that in the unbelievable operatic world between the latter half of Mao’s rule and the early days of Jiang’s wrecking paranoia, some semblance of order and good government, at least to the outside world, held true.

Since Deng’s ascension China has been focused on what it does very well – making money. So the country has gotten past its tragic past on the back of the “red back” that is the RMB. In spite of its age, this 63 year old ogre continues to ring the till for many so it continues to be tolerated.

I’m not sure though about the depth of sentiments on the part of the Sino nouveau riche as we continue to see Chinese migrants flooding into Melbourne. Leaving aside their attitude towards money, I feel I can deal with the new demographics, generally, except they tend to wreck sections of the local eateries. Needing businesses to run in support of their migrant visa requirements, we see establishments changing hands in large numbers, with new ubiquitous Chinese owners behind the cash registers. Most of these places end up serving atrocious food because the new owners haven’t got a clue how to run their shops. Often the money pinching tendencies see really shonky quality stuff being dished out.

One gets the clear impression that the new owners cared little for the product or service they were delivering, and were concerned only with preserving their investments while satisfying their visa conditions. They probably don’t know what it takes to create value for their acquisitions.

This short term outlook to their investments is really quite consistent with expert opinion of what is plaguing Chinese businesses. All they care about is making the next buck easily and quickly, perish the thought of building something or creating long term value. What sustainability?

Unfortunately, the communist regime in China lasted 63 years not through a belief in creating a lasting community, but through brute power and force of coercion. Take this away in the environment of paper thin margin of a lot of the businesses being bought up by the migrants and I’m afraid we are looking at the very distinct possibility of messy outcomes and for us who live and make our homes here, wrecked communities. I hope the 63 year old ogre would see middle aged Chinese come here to retire and spend their dollars as consumers, not as investors who buy up local businesses only to ruin them.

Potential


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Silly season


It’s the first day of the last quarter. It was a busy weekend for sports on TV. Both my teams lost. The Hawks lost a close Grand Final to the Swans, and Man Utd lost at home to Spurs for the first time in over 20 years. The Storm did win the rugby league prize but rugby league isn’t quite the code we care much about here.

It’s now the silly season for TV sports. Only the races get the attention now, before willow and leather appear late Nov/early Dec.

It’s also the silly season for yours truly, where nothing is happening. For a while at least. Possibly a long while. For the foreseeable future, it is work and nothing else. That may seem like fun and bliss but I hope I learn to enjoy that.

Olinda in Spring


Tress and I decided to just take a drive to the Dandenongs to look at some flowers, but to first stop at a well known pie shop.

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Church shortlist


There’s a Hills Baptist church in mont Albert – will try to check it out. Hopefully it has a pastor with more substance and character

Community Life and Service


We were at a church friend’s new home last night. He and his family moved into their new – their own – home about a month ago. They had moved from Singapore early last year.

While he continues to look for suitable employment, he now works casually in a major supermarket. He often appears cheerful and happy but equally often he lets slip a word or two, which clearly shows he hopes he finds something better, professionally and financially. I know to some extent, what he is going through. I hope he finds something very soon.

There were three other families there last night. It was a very good time of sharing – meal and fellowship. It is this huge factor which is making me think hard about leaving LifeGate church altogether.

I have been made incapable of working with the current pastor in any manner, so I am writing off all avenues of service at my local church. If I can remain a church member without needing to serve in a defined capacity I guess I can just chug along. There are in any case, so many avenues of serving God, although serving in the local church I belong is something I have always believed in, as a first and principal point. If that is no longer possible or practicable it is time to move on.

Pleasure turned dis.*


It’s a warmish and windy day. The sort I don’t really like, unless I’m on a beach somewhere. When it’s a workday and all I want to do is get to my lunch place the combination of warm and wind is unpleasant for me.

Anyway, I met Tress for lunch on Swanston, which is about a couple of blocks or so away. The walk back has a bit of upslope and with the wind in my face and a tummy full of lunch the otherwise pleasant lunchtime walkabout was a bit of a chore.

Life is often like that I guess. What is ordinarily pleasant and enjoyable can change very quickly and become unpleasant and to be avoided, when certain factors combine.

Maybe it’s just a personal preference thing. I don’t like warm gusty air in my face as I walk up a crowded street. That could be a preference thing on my part. Or, it is simply an unpleasant thing to experience for most, if not everyone.

Splendour of Spring


Look at these gorgeous colours – just around the corner from our home… Brilliant!

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