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an update on the WEEKEND PROJECT post:
after calling every conceivable computer parts dealer in town and driving to every pawn shop (durr, what's an lcd man-iee-tor? hey barb we got any l-c-d manitors?) without success of finding a fucking monitor, i gave up. You'd think it would be alot easier to find a 15 inch monitor with 10+ computer "technicians" in town, but nontheless.
instead i bought a new camera http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/images/thumbnails/canon_powershot_a95_all.jpg
and a home theatre system
http://www.jvc.com/Resources/00/00/49/57.JPG
sorry if anyone was interested in watching dave and myself seriously electrocute and irritate one another.
I finally had the discussion with my dad that i'd been too timid to bring up. We talked about his seeming rigidity to life and how he took his cards as drawn. For anyone who cares, my brother and I took to an obvious split in opinion from fatherly presence. Doug saw him as solid, unbreakable, unflexible; and subsequentally aimed his life to be like this. He blocks out any sort of public emotional response, particularly anger. I'd also found Doug to take my father as only his most obvious charecteristics without analysing why he might have them. I took the opposite approach for many years, utter defiance. Viewing his inability to make change, negativity and weakness were all i saw. I simply refused to accept anything that even remotely did not suit my taste, and felt more productive (if at times, miserable) for it. Now as time progresses i feel i've released this bondage of concious thought and am substantially more flexible and changeable. True strength and power lies in a strange place. If that sounds a touch more condescending than usual, then so be it. But I digress, my real point being that as I came to a more even keel, i realized that my dad's unscathing ability to face the worst was from flexibilty, and that even though he wasn't in a conventional position of power, he had practically inconceivable strength. How nous nous-Nei ching trendy of me.
after calling every conceivable computer parts dealer in town and driving to every pawn shop (durr, what's an lcd man-iee-tor? hey barb we got any l-c-d manitors?) without success of finding a fucking monitor, i gave up. You'd think it would be alot easier to find a 15 inch monitor with 10+ computer "technicians" in town, but nontheless.
instead i bought a new camera http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/images/thumbnails/canon_powershot_a95_all.jpg
and a home theatre system
http://www.jvc.com/Resources/00/00/49/57.JPG
sorry if anyone was interested in watching dave and myself seriously electrocute and irritate one another.
I finally had the discussion with my dad that i'd been too timid to bring up. We talked about his seeming rigidity to life and how he took his cards as drawn. For anyone who cares, my brother and I took to an obvious split in opinion from fatherly presence. Doug saw him as solid, unbreakable, unflexible; and subsequentally aimed his life to be like this. He blocks out any sort of public emotional response, particularly anger. I'd also found Doug to take my father as only his most obvious charecteristics without analysing why he might have them. I took the opposite approach for many years, utter defiance. Viewing his inability to make change, negativity and weakness were all i saw. I simply refused to accept anything that even remotely did not suit my taste, and felt more productive (if at times, miserable) for it. Now as time progresses i feel i've released this bondage of concious thought and am substantially more flexible and changeable. True strength and power lies in a strange place. If that sounds a touch more condescending than usual, then so be it. But I digress, my real point being that as I came to a more even keel, i realized that my dad's unscathing ability to face the worst was from flexibilty, and that even though he wasn't in a conventional position of power, he had practically inconceivable strength. How nous nous-Nei ching trendy of me.
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