Reincarnation

Happy New Year!

It's been too long since I paid my blog any attention. Since September of last year, I have looked at it every now and then ... and on one occasion when sleep was my worst enemy, I read it all from start to finish. It helped me consider the constants of my life (apart from my cigarettes) ... and it made me realise that there is much to be said for living an interesting life – free from traps (of ours or anothers making). It also made me consider a myriad of experiences I am yet to write about ... and it made me wonder whether I should. Or can.

Distracted by the pressures associated with keeping my little communications company afloat, I have begun to neglect the stories of my past. I think I have done this because documenting the experiences of my past has served to highlight the inadequacies of my present ... and the undercurrent of doom that bubbles away below that vision I have of my future. And the future of others.

I haven't made any New Year's Resolutions this year. I have floated peacefully and without expectations into 2008. I have enjoyed conversation, contemplation and watching the cricket on the TV. I've slept and relaxed and caught up with special friends ... people for whom 2008 holds a promise of travel, adventure and debt-reduction.

There are many common tones and higlights in the colours of my life when I compare them to the colours of the lives of some of my friends – and it's time to consider a colour revolution. Something other than pink.

What colours will your 2008 consist of?

Dag Pride

Today I was walking back to my office having bought my lunch and coffee. It was a beautiful Melbourne Autumn day. I glanced across Chapel Street because something - or should I say someone - caught my eye ...

Yes! One of my Sainters! Nick Riewoldt! In the flesh!

I walked into a bin and spilt my coffee everywhere. But the public humiliation was worth it. Sometimes I'm just so proud to be a Big Dag at heart.