http://honestdave.net Only those who struggle to live, truly live Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:25:14 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Lindsay said to me once that she would never visit Australia, as she wouldn't learn anything while she was here. For a long while, I glumly agreed. Tara, Neutral Junction Station They still call me Max at Neutral Junction even now. If I'm in polite company I say I named myself after ... http://honestdave.net/2009/12/02/when-worlds-collide/ I hate photographers, who think it their right to ask you to move out of the way so they can take their oh-so-important photo, and are always asking you to hold the lens but don’t get your fingers on it, and don’t get dust on it, and are always oh, ... http://honestdave.net/2008/12/14/shit-that-i-hate/ It was at War Camp that I learned something about peace. The Scouts versus the Venturers. The Venturers were older, stronger; we Scouts, more plentiful. The setting was a plot of bushland. The hysterics of the kookaburra at dawn, the choir of stars, the occasional wallaby or sugar-glider. But no pleasure in ... http://honestdave.net/2007/07/08/war-camp/ I know that, among a certain cross-section of my readers, my writing has been further and further alienating me from you. No doubt the following treatise will continue that trend. Now there are some blessed guys who can just walk into a room and fuck any sheila they see. And usually ... http://honestdave.net/2007/06/30/a-blokes-guide-to-rooting-sheilas-2/ I knew the fart was coming long before it happened, and I was really anticipating it with some excitement. Theresa once told me that I had ‘impulse-gratification’ issues. This was obviously some expression she’d picked up off Oprah, but she did have a point. I mean it doesn’t occur to me, ... http://honestdave.net/2007/06/30/study-in-metaphor-and-simile-2/ I meant to but I lost my phone. I lost your number. My battery was dead. I meant to but I was busy. I was out of town. I had no credit. No battery. I had to stay late after work. There’s no reception in my apartment. I meant to but I ... http://honestdave.net/2007/06/30/why-didnt-you-call/ Cairo sits now in my memory like an enigma rather than a city. Some strange entity that took a part of me, fucked it up a bit, and gave it back to me somewhat changed. So anyway the following long drawn out email dates back to one day when I was wandering the teeming medieval streets ... http://honestdave.net/2006/09/13/the-funeral-dirge/ When I came back to Australia after three years away, my own father didn’t recognise me. He looked straight past me - like the tourists in the Mona Lisa room look straight past the other paintings – and went to get himself a beer. I mean, the man had been ... http://honestdave.net/2006/04/23/dissolving/ I knew the fart was coming long before it happened, and I was really anticipating it with some excitement. Theresa told me once that I had ‘impulse-gratification’ issues. This was obviously some expression she’d picked up off Oprah, but she did have a point. I mean it ... http://honestdave.net/2005/11/28/study-in-metaphor-and-simile/ In New Zealand I learned to be self-reliant, and not to trust others. I also learned that simple lesson of turning up to work every morning. I also learned at times that it if you have a nickname that you like, it is nice to ... http://honestdave.net/2005/11/15/what-i-have-learned/