Inside Matthews Head

Went to Club Nocturne at its new location at the Bunker Bar on Friday with Emma, along with Damien filling out her Boy Posse.

 

The DJ's were harsh and unforgiving. They could have played a few crap sets so I could get of for a bit or a rest. But no it was just continuous pumping goodness. You might as well have chained me to the dance floor. Fortunately Emma recognised my plight and hand delivered some beers to the dance floor so I wouldn't collapse from dehydration.

 

There was a few complaints about the place being a little small and cramped. And also that the sound system was at full bore over the lounge area. However the place had a really nice lively vibe on the night, with a different mix of people than at Dream. The crowd was a little younger and a little more diverse than the hardcore goth crowd that went to the old place. The decore is pretty cool, and it was well air-conditioned which I appreciated, and has beer on Tap that Emma appreciated.

 

On the whole both me and Emma gave the Bunker Bar our seal of approval.

 

Just got back from a 5 day holiday from Cairns. It was nice.

 

If you want a blow-by-blow account of what we did then check out Avrils blog.

 

However I will just say that if you feel the need to experience the full, smash you in the face, glory of nature then go snorkeling on the Great barrier reef. Its like being in your own personal nature documentery, except it 10 times better because well its you doing it.

 

The other thing I really liked is sailing. We went out on a large tourist cateraman. Most of the time it was running under its own power, but it had sails and it switched to them for a while on the way back. Everything calmed down and you had this nice sense of quietly drifting along instead of bashing through the waves.

 

The bashing bit was quite cool too.

 

I think I could quite happily cope with a sailing holiday. Something to add to the list of things to do.

 

And Oh yeah. If Avril starts to regail you with some story about how I dropped some of my clothes over the balcony from a 8th story hotel room, ask her about good the Coffee plantation tour was the she really, really, really wanted to go to. That she wanted to go to so much that it was pretty much the first place we went to.

Its not everyday you find a neat summary of your fundmental worldview

 

 

Don't worry, its got nothing to do with running around in the nuddie.

 

In particular it goes a lot into the issue of Free Will that I've understood for some time but struggled with finding a way to express.

You don't need to worry about meeting the unobtainable standards of beauty, fashion and possessions set by movie stars, TV celebreties and rock gods. You just need to dance.

Steve Irwin has died.

 

I don't really care.

 

Well maybe to say I don't care is not quite true. Its unfortunate that a man with a family died. But I have absolutely no sense of grief. Not even in the smallest way. A man I didn't know died, happens everyday.

 

I find it interesting that so many people do seem to care so much. Even on international forums that concern themselves little with day-to-day affairs they are postings about people expressing their grief, how devastated they are, how much they will miss him.

 

On a news web site it talks about his 'Tragic death'. Personally I would have said 'His inevetible death'. Maybe it was a bit unlikely, but lots of small little risks eventually add up to near certainty. I get the feeling that even Steve would admit that his death couldn't be said to be Unfair.

 

Reporter: Steve, how do you feel about the circumstances of your Tragic death,

Steve Irwin: Tragic! Crikey mate have you even watched one of me shows! I been jumping on camels from movin jeeps, wrestlin with Crocs and picking up deadly snakes. How many times do I have to tell ya how dan-ger-ous it is. I got what I deserved good'n'proper. An' if I knew how it was going to end up I'd still do it the same.

 

There is an idea that people are not really properly equipped to deal with TV in an appropiate manner. When people see Steve Irwin on the TV their unconcious evaluation of him and his activities is on the basis of a personal relationship. In essence when we see someone on TV, we get the feeling that we know them personally.

 

So when Steve gets killed, its like a personal friend died. As if he was someone who dropped around every week for Tea, and regailed you with his exciting adventures.

 

Experiencing inappropiate grief for the death of celebrities may not be a big problem on the grand scale of things. However I think its possible that several modern malaises may be related to our basic inability to properly evaluate the reality presented on TV.

 

It seems that it might be somewhat problematic that the people who seem to get respected, trusted and looked up to these days are those who are good at entertaining us. Not the wise, nor the intelligent, nor the compassionate. Not great leaders, not scientists, not writers and not spirtitual leaders. No we look up to Tom Cruise and Madonna! And of course poor old Steve.