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I think I've discovered the secret to life... You just hang around until you get used to it...



Lest you all think that Hobart is a forever happy, neat and tidy utopia, I felt it timely to inject a little urban grit back into things. This lovely shot was taken not three minutes walk from the city centre, somewhere between the needle and syringe exchange and Spotlight, the home of all things fabric and craftware. This is a spot in a nice little carpark that I like to stop with Henry and lecture him on the poor behaviour of some people.

The title today is a quote from the wise words of Charlie Brown's little sister, Sally. I've blogged before about her brother, but I quite like Sally too. One of the things I like best about her are her 'new philosophies' that were frequently developed in the latter years of the strip.

Generally, Sally's 'new philosophies' went along the lines of "Who cares?" or "How should I know?" I think that they reached their zenith when she declared that her new philosophy would be the word "No". This 'philosophy' (profound in its simplicity) was to be her answer to every question from that moment on. Of course, when Charlie Brown eventually caught her off guard with a trick question to which she responded, "Yes!" Whereupon she lamented how his meddling had "ruined my new philosophy." Much as with all universalist notions of (T)ruth, people had to come along and mess a perfectly good theory up.

Over the past month I myself have been road-testing one of Sally's 'new philosophies' with great vigour (and some success):
"What did you expect, a medal?"
As she says in that strip, "some philosophies take a thousand years... I think of them in two minutes."

Comments

Dina said…
Sally's got it right. Worked for me.
Kris McCracken said…
She is a smark cookie, Sally Brown!

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