i’m moving my blog from livejournal to wordpress.


because wordpress is all new and shiny.

and i’m not really using the friends function of my blog anymore.

and i’m thinking of making my blog more of a collection of writings (with occcasional personal journal observations) and wordpress appears to present it better.

so, while i’ll still keep checking my friends pages here. This is likely to be my last entry.

it’s been real.

my new blog is at


i lack the passion to find out more about the Iraqi intervention except to doubt much of the opinions that are being flung around the place – history might do a better job. However, the excellent documentary on SBS two nights ago about the Iraqi insurgency had a refreshing ring of authenticity about it. Various sources were interviewed from the insurgents as well as the american military. Sure most of the insurgents were anonymous but the emerging picture of an unsteady coalition of different factions slowly uniting and organising around ex-Baath party members, ex-Army personnel and new jihadists – mostly foreign. Their aims being to evict westerners from Iraq and obtain as much control of the country and the people as possible. Their means now extending right across from organised attacks on the iraqi and western coalition military and political representation. With the jihadists being less interested in political representation and more in complete islamic revolution through the formention of greater sectarian violence.

As far as I can see there are no options that does not lead to further bloodshed.

Reading Jack Vance

I've been enthused about Jack Vance again recently, especially his deadpan dialog that is not quite chandler, wodehouse or beckett but echoes with elements of them and possibly defies description or categorisation.

His style is difficult to emulate. But in order to illustrate poorly what it might be like, I've given it a go:

Bikkhu Sandana inspected Jana's outstretched hand sourly.

"I do not distribute funds to strangers." he said. " My personal belief that all should labour for a living forbids any other course but this: I deny your request."

Jana was not cheered by this response. His mouth turned down. "I fail to see why your integrity should contribute to my misery. Surely an enlightened soul such as yourself is habitually munificient to strangers."

Bikkhu Sandana was unmoved. "Your views are in error! I exhort you to labour industriously. Exert yourself in confidence and you will be sure to succeed!"

"What spare change you have will allow me to fortify myself sufficiently such that this will then become possible." Jana responded.

"Bah." the Bikkhu said, "Your feeble attempts at prevarication fail to convince me. You will spend my hardearned cash on alcohol and other substances. I will waste no more time with such as you."

With that the Bikkhu strod off down the street, the tip of his umbrella punctuating every second step violently as if in emphasis of his position.