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Monday, June 16, 2014
I had a bit taken off my tongue
Monday, April 28, 2014
South Australian locals who work in sales should attend this seminar:
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I gave up opinions for Lent.
I think I will keep it up
It's been quite a discipline, although a lot easier than giving up chocolate or coffee.
I don't imbibe in the demon drink so that wasn't hard to give up.
I don't do a lot of dairy or meat so it wouldn't have been hard to give those up.
I like coffee and chocolate and they have less affect on me than opinions so I have been glad to be done with them.
Having opinions upsets my stomach a lot more than coffee and chocolate.
My opinions wind me up, get me agitated, surly, make me sullen, grumpy, jumpy, argumentative and moody.
Giving opinions leaves a nastier taste in my mouth than coffee and chocolate.
When I give my opinion I have to live with the fact that I usually didn't know what I was talking about and have got a fact or a story half right and mostly wrong all at the same time. It's easier to recover from not having mouthed off about anything I wasn't sure was a fact, a joke or a self-confessed fiction.
Your opinions affect me even worse.
The other day someone decided to graffiti the fences of my feeble mind with their opinions about Israel, Jews, George(s) Bush, Sri Lanka, the US economy, Tony Abbott, asylum seekers, Collingwood, public spending, bike lanes, air fares, spies, retirement age, religion, private school education and three conspiracy theories about Flight 370, all in the space of about 30 minutes. The individual got away scot free. I remained bruised, battered and left with a mental clean up that lasted 72 hours.
Try it
I repeat form last time: Finally, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.(Philippians 4:8)
Anyway, to infinity and beyond.
Live long and prosper
Love
Colin
Monday, March 17, 2014
I used to be dead
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On owls and thoughts.
Here I go again
If you're a subscriber to The Kick in the Pants Newsletter, on Friday you read how I have a new disease (invented by me) called opinionophobia. I'm allergic to opinions - mine as well as yours and everyone else's.
Here's one reason why:
Look up this page and you'll see whichever way you look at it, there is plenty to think and talk about apart from government intrigue, political argy-bargy, sound bites, TV news, talk-back radio, sports comments, the goss of the day, idle chit chat about the weather, the latest episode of current affairs or newspaper headlines, Facebook blah diddy blah blah blah, letters to the editor and amazing email offers.
Whichever way you read it, the advice comes up like this: Finally, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.
That excludes just about anything else on offer.
Remember the wise old owl poem a kindly soul wrote in your childhood autograph book?
A wise old owl lived in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
Surely a few weeks of that alternative wouldn't hurt any of us.
Anyway, to infinity and beyond.
Live long and prosper
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