Us and them

Looking through old photos today I said “It’s amazing how many of us are dead”, then I quickly checked myself “It’s amazing how many of THEM are dead”. A quick and shameful disassociation.

We like opiate!

Guys, guys! Baby and I have discovered something amazing! Television! That machine you use to watch DVDs and play Playstation, it can also show some kind of non-stop addictive visual entertainment called television. I’ve seen it before in hotel rooms and it’s amazing. Baby rented the first 3 episodes of “Lost” from Netflix, thinking it was a reality TV show. She’s dumb, I heard about it on the radio ages ago. Anyway, she rented it and it is really good. We rushed to rent the next episodes but couldn’t stand the excitement, so I Googled it and found all the episodes on the ABC website, so we’ve been watching them like we were Charlie and they were heroin.
We’ve just started Season II. It is like a kooky morality play, where every player has a clearly defined character, and we learn a little about ourselves and our place in mankind in every episode. Anyway, it seems it’s been on for ages on this television system. I HAVE to get one of these, and figure out how to access the television phenomenon.

Fine tuning

My parents’ conversation overheard while watching the US Open:
Mum: “Why doesn’t he wipe the sweat off?”
Dad: “How should I know?”
Mum: “You know everything.”
Dad: “I’m not telling you.”

What struck me was that this was pretty much a carbon copy of many petty arguments I have with my wife – she asks a stupid question, I reply in a dismissive manner, she retorts with a response that, though clever, indicates that she never really took the question seriously in the first place, I reply with a tender yet defiant remark.

I am 37 and I have definitely become my parents. I see it as a kind of step in evolution, where one repeats the past, in the hope that one day they can finally perfect it and move forward.