Category Archives: books

42…. 

I woke up today in the same mood I went to bed with the previous night. That mood was a bit black, not pitch, but certainly a moonlight free night with only the occasional pinhole of starlight black. So with my dark cloud hovering at a jaunty angle I consumed a cup of coffee and a bowl of Froot Loops (don’t judge me). Wearing my best fugue, I headed off to get some check the opshop and get some more milk, as I had used the last of it in the aforementioned sugary breakfast treat. 

I arrived at the opshop, found the carapace that wasn’t being taken up by someone incapable of parking between the lines, not as easy to find as it should be. I mean the reason they paint the lines there is to show you where to park, but hey you’ve got a great big fuck you 4wd you can just do what you like, you don’t care if people think you’re a wanker…. ummm where was I? Oh yeah that’s right the opshop. So I do my regular search pattern, records, bric-a-brac, furniture, jewelry and books. That order is not arbitrary, it is the most efficient plan of attack for that particular opshop, and the most efficient way to get to all the good stuff before the meandering no plan losers that miss all the good stuff. Yes I am a model of efficient bastardry when it comes to opshops, markets and garage sales. 

I had almost finished the lap and was coming up empty handed, and my mood wasn’t improved by the lack of endorphin inducing bargains. So I’m at the end of my opshop dance routine, comencing the grand finale of a quick scan of the book section. My last chance for a small hit of thrifty satisfaction lay in the musky bit. 

And satisfaction was had, while checking to see what edition a copy of Life, The Universe and Everything by Douglas Adams, one of my favorite authors. I found this –


…and my day suddenly seemed a whole lot better. Something about finding that signature triggered some of the good shit in my brain. My first time reading Hitchers, watching the TV show with my Dad and stepmother in a terrace house on a tiny TV. My visit to Highgate Cemetery to leave a pen at his grave. 

A long dark tea time of day was suddenly a plentiful with fish.

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Is this your Card?…

I sometimes envy people that can have one interest, and focus on it. I’m more of a dive in, get a working knowledge, then get bored and move on to the next thing. You can put a positive spin on that by calling yourself a “renaissance man” which is fancy talk for distracted by shiney things. My current shiney thing is magic, or to be more precise the mechanics of stage magic. I don’t have any desire to wear a cape and get my wand out (that shit will get you arrested). I don’t even have any desire to saw a woman in half, not even the ex-wife (that shit will definitely get you arrested). But the mechanics of tricks is fascinating, to me anyway. So finding an old magic book in the local opshop, obviously leads to searching for more. Three found so far this week. 


Great cover on the Houdini book, but nothing you haven’t seen on the masked magician reveals type of show.


A better book, with lots of nice cross section diagrams and in depth explanations.


And from a brief flick through this one seems much more to my taste, with a fair bit of close up magic and detailed drawings for props. I’m looking forward to having a bit of proper down town after I move to really hide in a comfy chair with many cups of tea, and do some proper reading… 

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The Other Guy… 

Today I picked up one of those books that everyone knows, and few have read. Like Moby Dick and Heart of Darkness the number of people that claim to have read some books vs the amount of people that have actually read them is quite disparate. Yesterday I wouldn’t have claimed to have read Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde, but today I can. 


The main take away message I got is, the movies in most part got it wrong and Dr Jekyll is not Bruce Banner. That’s the problem with things being adopted into popular culture, the source material gets bastardized. Jekyll wasn’t a nice guy, he was frightened bad guy. The story works so much better that way.

That’s pretty much it really, I’m not here for book reviews or drawing long bows of literary criticism. I’m just here for pithy observations, and random thoughts.

PS – I’ve read Moby Dick and Heart of Darkness too, Heart of Darkness is better… 

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Days 100 to 104 – Lost…..

You know that thing, where you pick up a book, and 12 hours later you finish it…. Then you pedal the bike long enough to charge up the interweb, and order 5 more books by the same author… Then you have a coffee, and decide you should download a few of his other books the kindle, just to see you through till the postal person delivers the others… Television has gone unwatched, jigsaws have gone unassembled, worries have gone unworried… I have a words crush going on… The right book or author at the right time is one of life’s great joys….

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However, if you don’t hear from me for a few days, you might want to call, or send help… Or pop over and bring a meal or two and offer to some washing, just incase I am a little too lost….

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DAY 57 – BUILDING A RABBIT HOLE (DAY 3)….

Let’s just say my 3 day prediction was a tad optimistic… Mainly because it didn’t take into account that I had to spend most of the day doing deliveries and pickups, and a doctors visit, seemed to eat up all my time and motivation… So the rabbit hole didn’t get a lot of attention, in fact all I did was shuffle a few things about, sweep the floor and move a few books about…

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So I will return to my original estimate of 4 days… Which won’t include the light fitting, as bunnings didn’t have the parts I needed.. So the light will need to wait till I can visit the giant mega hardware store that recently opened in Bathurst…. and visiting Bathurst can wait a week… So maybe  I will just finish everything else, and move rabbits around till then…

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