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The Foolosophy Of Marriage

Was it Nietzsche who said that marriage is a hindrance and a calamity on the path to the optimum?
Lucky boy - he believed he was on the path to optimum - let alone he believed in the optimum itself. I wish I could be that optimistic.
I do believe in marriage however. I believe that big white weddings are fun and, if you are lucky enough to organise it, provide many sweet photographs. Besides, one cannot have too many rings on their fingers.
In the movie Love in the Times of Cholera the husband says to the wife that the most important thing about life is not love but laughter. Well, apart from the fact that the movie was endless and I lost all hope about the main characters getting together in the next few hours, I actually liked it. I did not see myself in it - oh, no; but I kind of liked the notion.
One way or another, at times I imagine a giant clock up the wall-papered wall, a huge hand slowly moving across the face and measuring up the hours of my marriage, with an occasional cuckoo tinker. I do not believe in eternal recurrence, not did I like Groundhog Day, yet there is something very reassuring about being married. But this is a totally, totally different story.

Overheard Auckland

When you don’t have your own conversations, you listen to what other people talk about. You know, the goss about Jeremy, his sabletooth ex-wife and their saucy divorce; about Florence, the expensiveness yet oh-so-worth-it of travelling and other uninteresting things.

However, I recently happened to overhear an idea which I have fallen in life with.Two women in their 50s talking about a friend who came to New Zealand for some OE trip, had a fabulous time, fell in love with some islander, never had the guts to stay, went back to the States to her planned life, grew more and more nostalgic of NZ and then ended up naming her daughter Maori. Of course she spelled it as Maory, and of course she pretended it was Native American.

And I thought that if I ever had to live somewhere else, and ever had a baby and nothing better to call it, I would pick the name Maori (or Maory, or I could even pronounce it with the O stressed) and this will be my little secret and my penance for my misspent New Zealand youth.

Of course I will never have the guts to do it, and will probably end up picking some classical boring name, like Alexandra or Anastasia.  Urgh.

Shit Happiness

Just two random thoughts, before they completely disappear from me.

It’s better to have a split personality than to have no personality at all.

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You cannot become a better person, because what’s then? Become a much better person? I don’t think so. Youcan relax now - you are good enough.

Elections Here, Electons There.

Have you already heard than nowadays they say BB (which is Before Barack) and AB (after Barack) about our times? God, these people are fanatical.
You know, I kept all of Wednesday free (not that I usually have busy Wednesdays, but nevertheless) so I could watch Obama win. Well, technically speaking I was going to watch the results regardless, but I was happy to watch Obama being elected. I can’t say I was teary like some people, but it was fairy emotional.
However, in all honesty, I don’t think this is the elections to win. I bet Hillary is jumping with joy now she won’t have to lead the country through the ashes and blood of this crisis. I think that however is up there, in the captain’s pit, is going to face some hard times. Therefore I kind of feel for Obama, with all the hopes up for him and all the people rooting - he will need it.

And yes, McCain is a great guy, yet there are jobs where you need to be young and energetic, and being President is on the top of that list. The mess he got himself into with that silly woman might have cost him the role, and I suspect he is smart enough to have realised that. I like Obama, I like his fresh blood, I like his African roots and Muslim middle names - I hope it will help him in the Middle East and across the world to make some peace.

As for the tomorrow’s elections’ in New Zealand.. I am going to vote for the first time here, and boy, am I excited! I deeply respect Helen Clark and I do not care whether she gets photoshopped for billboards profusely, or whether she really lived with that woman, or else. I would love to see her elected again, yet I realise that these are the hardest times, and not only she and her party will be in the fire, she will always be to blame for all the lows and downs. So I wish her luck - but I doubt women like her, with no plan B, need luck.

Anyway, the saddest thing about the American elections is that Cindy McCain is history now. I kind of grown to like her pedigree face - I wish I looked like that when I am 70. But this is a story with no comebacks, so farewell to those all.

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