Corner of solitude

Tomorrow is Australia’s national day. It’s a day that’s suppose to commemorate “an actual historical event,” that is the arrival of the poms, namely Captain Arthur Phillip and the first fleet sailing into Sydney Cove.

Which is why some people have been politically riled up about it. They choose to call it “Invasion day,” and I don’t blame them.The culture of the Indigenous people of Australia have virtually been destroyed because of this day, if I was one of them I would be riled up about it too. I’m suprised they haven’t maintained the rage as much these days.

I would support for a push to make another day Australia day. Only if they kept this current one as a public holiday of course, they can rename it whatever they bloody wanted to. That way we have another public holiday, and you know what that means don’t you? Public holiday means another day off work. Which I am all for it.

Speaking of work, I had to go to work today which is the reason why I couldn’t go to the BDO. RATM are the headline act, I miss out once again, what a bummer. Hate of the day missing out on my favourite band.

Today is Remembrance day, which marks the day that the first world war ended 89 years ago. We attended a little ceremony at Monroe park just across the street from our place this morning. And as some old fella was emotionally rambling on about the war, I got to thinking “what if?” Like what if the war never happened? Would the world be where it is now?

Just imagine how the history of the world would’ve turned out if the bumbling Austrian Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand didn’t get himself killed in Sarajevo. No one would’ve had the excuse to declare war on anyone. Especially Germany who jumped at the chance to execute their Schlieffen Plan to invade France. A certain little known disgruntled Austrian born wannabe artist would never have experienced the horrors of war, humiliation of defeat and hence not formed his political party with the suspect ideology who would later become infamously known as the Nazi party.

World war 2 would never have eventuated, then their would have been no cold war, no veitnam war, no conflict between the Jews and Palestinians, no training and arming of Osama by the Americans and thus no war in the middle east, no war in Iraq and then maybe the world would be in a peaceful state today. It’s as simple as that.

But the reality is far from it. If anyone had a time machine and tried to meddle with past events, somehow history would find away to teach us the error of our ways with some unforeseen alternate eventuality. Just like in the thought provoking book I have recently read Making History, by british comedian Stephen Fry. In which the protagonist finds out the hard way, that his good intentions of preventing the existence of Adolf Hitler would actually pave the way in his place for an even more brutal dictator who makes the world into a hellish place.

Tommorow is another day, but then it’s also a special day because it’s Valentine’s day. St Valentine’s day or just Valentine’s day is named after Saint Valentine. Saint Valentine is traditionally a medieval figure, a martyr for Christianity, but whose origin is so shrouded in mystery that it turns out that there may have been two or even three Valentines.

My first valentine was the whole of my Kindergarten class. Yep, like every other class in every other schools, the teacher made the kids give out their badly made coloured paper valentine cards to other classmates, even though they didn’t even understand the concept.

Nowadays I can’t get a way with giving out badly made, crayon written, valentine cards any more. Because the joke’s been done before and it’s getting old. But I’m sure if I did do it, Lauren would still manage to laugh or giggle or at the least smile. She’s a sheila with a sense of humour.

I only look for three thing’s in a partner. An appreciation for fine food and music, an all or nothing attitude (that goes for love as well as in life), and the most important thing of all a great sense of humour. And she’s got all of them.