This will hurt me...

Conspiracies abound. The Intercity Cycleway, just south of the Tasman Bridge. December 2012. Theme Thursday today has me musing on the tendency for people to look for the RHYTHM of things. The currents that explain life. They find cadences, intervals and melodies in way that things work (or don't work). Ultimately, in this disordered world I'm never ceased to be surprised by the ceaseless desire that many have for find order, explanations or RHYTHM to the flows of history and events. To be sure, it's usually some combination of a profound lack of intelligence or a missing reflective capacity to understand or interpret things. Or indeed it can be the (more dangerous, to my mind) product of both misguided and excessive educations. It's the only explanation that I have for the common feature of conspiracy theories, shadowy explanations or totalising, panoptic ideological theories behind the (quite simple really) messed up and confused nature of reality. Basically...

"Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... in the head... with an iron boot?" "Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. Sorry, Ted, that's a dumb question... skip that." I think that I know what it's like, if you think of the iron boot as a metaphor for sheer, utter, short-sighted stupidity and ignorance.

There has been some pretty shocking weather today: hot, incredibly windy, dusty, and - worst of all - smoky because of some bushfires around the state. You can see the effect on the view from Salamanca Place across Sullivan's Cove to Hunter Street. I have a theory about hairdressers that involves an elaborate and sophisticated system of overlapping and interlocking – yet deviously independent – plans, plots and cunning schemes to perpetuate the greatest hoax on humankind since that whole notion of New Coke (what a gyp that was). No, I’m talking about the tendency to shamelessly exploit the vanity of women by lobbing on a thirty percent tariff for seemingly having the temerity to even walk into a salon. No, that’s an everyday garden variety scam . What I am talking about is something far more sinister , and ultimately, something far more dangerous . You may well be familiar with the concept of the Große Lüge , or – if you like – the 'Big Lie'. The Große Lüge concerns a ...

Who knew? I would never in a million years have guessed that a side effect of the shadowy US government conspiracy to rid the world of Africans/gays/drug addicts/ghettos would be a better chance of hitting the fairway. [A cheap laugh, don't act surprised that I am not above it!]

There was an interesting little snippet from The Economist today. Apparently Nicolas Sarkozy visited the US in September, 2006 – during his stint as French interior minister – and met with just three people. Most remembered is a visit to the White House for photograph with President George Bush . Besides other members of the Bush administration, Sarkozy only met with two other American politicians: Barack Obama and John McCain. Is Nicolas the puppet master pulling the strings? Time will tell...