Dispatches from the sunburned wastelands

There are many things about his life that I don't understand. Getting older, for instance. The elderly is is supposed to be wise and full of grace. The older I get, however, the more bewildered I seem to become. The self-assured twenty something i once was has long been gone, and every day I feel less and less secure. I am puzzled by life's meaning or purpose. Now that I have procreate and sired a child, does this mean my evolutionary role is done? Should I now lie down and die, satisfied that my life's purpose has been fulfilled? Strange thoughts. And no, I haven't been reading any self-help books lately, so I don't know where all this comes from...

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In this time of global financial crisis, of somebody like Sarah Palin inching here stiletto heels ever closer to being the second-mist powerful figure in the free word, and of imminent climate change leading to Armageddon, I am going to blog about...Australian clothes. And the fact that clothes bought here is not tumble-dryable (is there even such a word?). Anyway. Most clothes we brought with us as refugees from North America can be tumble-dried; even some of the pieces we have left from our time (long ago) in South Africa can be tumble-dried, and here is what I don't understand: all of it is pretty much made in the same Far-eastern sweat shop factory somewhere in China/Bangladesh/India, so why the difference? This is one of the BIG questions of life, I'm sure.

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