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Here begin the tri­als and trav­ails of that one known as “The Bat­man” “The That Damned Sniper Girl” in the col­lec­tion of cit­ies known as “greater” $ydney– sworn arch-enemy of $mell­bourne, and much out­rank­ing the crop circle/roundabout known as “¢anberra”.
$ydney is in fact a city par excel­lence, fit­ting the defin­i­tion by the fol­low­ing char­ac­ter­istic that is […]

Dear All,

I have a new love. There is some­thing about Dr Liara T’soni that I can­not resist.

Is it her intel­lec­tual nature? Her intens­ity? The com­bin­a­tion of naiv­ety and know­ledge? Her blue skin?

Rar.

Yours,

Deutschy.

Zug.

A meta-post to say that some­times we have to throw out what we no longer need or use.

When I say that I am pretty sure that I know who was read­ing my blog(s) and try­ing to break into my email, I say also that I am highly, highly dis­ap­poin­ted, and really quite hurt.

Everything that I have done, whether right or wrong has been in good faith.

I do think that I have a sim­ilar right for what I do and who I am to be some­thing that is treated, whether rightly or wrongly, by oth­ers with good faith. And being stalked and har­assed does not fall under the cat­egory of “in good faith”.

Appar­ently, in the regen­er­a­tion and death and divi­sion of our cells, pretty much all of our atoms have been replaced com­pletely after 7 years. I am not quire sure where this “7 years” fig­ure has come from but per­haps it is a nice ana­logy. After 7 years we are com­pletely dif­fer­ent from who we were in terms of struc­ture. Our outer lay­ers peel away. We grow older. Sim­il­arly we buy (and then dis­card) our cloth­ing; we make (and lose) friends. Even fam­ily is not always immutable.

I feel pretty sad, and old.

Here’s to things improv­ing, then.

Yours,
Deutschy

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Dear ,
It was a hot night, a wet night. The damp of fog. A dark night. The smell of grass and dust. A feel­ing a little like pet­rol. Volatile.A breeze lightly stirred. Every­one was asleep, every human. Here and there someone would stir in the mug­gi­ness, yawn and fall back asleep, com­pletely unaware that they had woken. The occa­sional one […]

80s rock hair gave them all whip­lash– the neck injury and the Whip-Style Hair Injury (WSHI).
The answer? Whip-Style Hair Injury Treat­ment, or WSH-IT.
The neck braces involved are avail­able for $20 a pop with a WSH-IT sticker attached.
The pur­veyor?
The “Make A WSH-IT Foundation”.

Another new year, a new dec­ade in fact, and in much the same way as I usu­ally do things, I seem to have new host­ing, a new domain name and yet another new blog. I don’t do things by halves here, I have a blog for every occa­sion, it seems. This will prob­ably be the “news” blog of the site– else I may […]

Dear All,
A piece of “con­cep­tual art”, then, per­haps. A strange men­tion of the con­scious, sub­con­scious minds of indi­vidu­als, and per­haps the col­lect­ive sub­con­scious.
Fragmented Mind.

Yours,
Deutschy, Friend of Tiny Carl Jung

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If this out­go­ing dec­ade is “the Naugh­ties”, then I declare the next dec­ade to be…
“The Tweens”
Kind Regards,
For­sooth,
The Oracle.

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Dear All,
This idea is prob­ably not prac­tical, but it is, how­ever cool.
Our cit­ies cause a great deal of local weather changes; the roads in par­tic­u­lar retain heat, tall build­ings cre­ate wind tun­nels…
One could ima­gine some sort of way of embed­ding the very large urban road net­work with ways of col­lect­ing this heat energy and […]

Dear All,
Medi­cine is in an uncom­fort­able, nas­cent stage. None of us like to admit it, but we do not prac­tice evid­ence based medi­cine. At times we prac­tice intu­ition or logic but not in any sort of sys­tem­atic man­ner. We deal with our patients’ prob­lems intel­lec­tu­ally the way a trades­man does, rather than an engin­eer. This despite […]

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