• On Science-Fiction

    I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

    I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.

    - Jack Handey, "Deep Thoughts"
  • In education as elsewhere, the broad primrose path leads to a nasty place.

    - A. N. Whitehead
  • A great war leaves the country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.
  • English is a language that lurks in dark alleys, beats up other languages and rifles through their pockets for spare vocabulary.
  • True words are not beautiful,
    Beautiful words are not true.
  • Bishop of Bath and Wells: You fiend! Never have I encountered such corrupt and foul-minded perversity… Have you ever considered a career in the church? Blackadder: Yes, but I couldn't get used to the underwear.

    Blackadder the Second
  • What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.

    - Samuel Johnson
  • Terry Pratchett

    That seems to point up a significant difference between Europeans and Americans. A European says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with me?" An American says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?"

    "It's still a lie. Like the lie about masks."
    "What lie about masks?"
    "The way people say they hide faces."
    "They do hide faces."
    "Only the one on the outside."

  • Balzac a dit:

    Mes avis sur vos relations avec les femmes sont aussi dans ce mot de chevalerie: Les servir toutes, n'en aimer qu'une.

    Le véritable amour est éternel, infini, toujours semblable à lui-même; il est égal et pur, sans démonstrations violentes; il se voit en cheveux blancs, toujours jeune de cœur.
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It’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on

A perversion of Gorillaz’s DARE lyrics.

The afternoons are lit by a curious glow as the sun sets, rays sharp and glinting. The air is crisper. Fresher. Newer. It still feels like winter but smells like spring. There’s a hint of summer’s warmth from the grass and the birdsong no longer hangs empty in the chill but calls a sweet longing. We can smell the neighbours’ eucalyptus again instead of the cold mud and the magpies warble and swoop unsuspecting walkers.

Almost everyone else started a few weeks ago while we wait through our last week, laughing at the Medicine kids but secretly wanting the monotony to be pitted with lectures and seminars and practicals. There is a weekend to sleep through and then we’ll step forward into Monday. An entire semester is waiting for us; clubs and sports and commitments. Studying and assignments and projects. There is a thrill but a tang of dread. If we were a good student then perhaps there would be no dread but as we are as we are, we stand in awe before this educational institution.


  • No shirking of study
  • No shirking of work
  • Play violin more
  • Join Wushu
  • Sign up for September’s Boot Camp
  • Make good use of the libraries
  • Find the quiet study areas
  • Submit the work/s for Above Water
  • Submit the work/s for 3WA
  • Sign up for Manifest

We will see how this goes.

In other news, What’s On Low Information Voters’ Minds? by Brian McFadden and Frezned’s The Spider Who Loved Me.