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borderline
- I was bored this afternoon, and I now have purple hair
- I do not wear anything on my feet when indoors
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If you’re trying to make a statement about colonialism, you could do better than modernising Hamlet. I mean, Denmark? Nobody really thinks about Denmark, or if they do it’s a vague fuzzy spot somewhere in north Europe, although I think some Americans would be hard pressed to get even that far. Denmark’s one of those countries that you see at the top of lists for things like clean air, life expectancy, standard of living, and people murmur a bit because well, why Denmark? Why Finland and Switzerland and Norway? Personally I think America is just peeved because it can’t buy or bully its way onto lists like that. Statistics can be spun any number of ways, but not these ones. It’s nice to think that there’s some kind of integrity and incorruptibility left in the numbers of the world.
As for us, we’re still fighting to get away from Britain. People trace their family trees back to the convicts and then just sort of stop as though they’re not sure whether to be proud or not. The best you can say is...what? You’re as Australian as they come, I suppose. And at worst you’re descended from an older country’s petty crooks.
I think America’s got the right idea, as far as that goes. Where you come from shouldn’t be as important as where you go, what you do during your lifetime. Not that I can claim I’m making huge amounts of progress with my own, but I knew that going in.
You look at the employment figures – every drama school warns you about them from the word go, they’re kind of hard to escape. Acting is half a living at the best of times. But so’s writing, at least when you’ve got the vague kind of drive and that damned thing called promise that I do. Well, apparently. So I figured two half lives might add up to a whole, although at the moment they’re ticking down to something more like a quarter. Which I guess just shows you can’t cheat science.
Physics to psychiatry, the more things change? The more they stay the same.
I’ve changed. Time was I almost qualified for borderline personality; I had four of the traits on the list, and you’re meant to show five before you can be diagnosed. I suppose that made me borderline borderline. A personality disorder squared, in a way. Is that worse?
I didn’t see what the fuss was about, when the name first came up. It’s not innocuous, just elusive. Borderline. Borderline what? Between what and what?
I think we’re all on the border of something.
Tell me something about you, as you are now.
- I do not wear anything on my feet when indoors
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If you’re trying to make a statement about colonialism, you could do better than modernising Hamlet. I mean, Denmark? Nobody really thinks about Denmark, or if they do it’s a vague fuzzy spot somewhere in north Europe, although I think some Americans would be hard pressed to get even that far. Denmark’s one of those countries that you see at the top of lists for things like clean air, life expectancy, standard of living, and people murmur a bit because well, why Denmark? Why Finland and Switzerland and Norway? Personally I think America is just peeved because it can’t buy or bully its way onto lists like that. Statistics can be spun any number of ways, but not these ones. It’s nice to think that there’s some kind of integrity and incorruptibility left in the numbers of the world.
As for us, we’re still fighting to get away from Britain. People trace their family trees back to the convicts and then just sort of stop as though they’re not sure whether to be proud or not. The best you can say is...what? You’re as Australian as they come, I suppose. And at worst you’re descended from an older country’s petty crooks.
I think America’s got the right idea, as far as that goes. Where you come from shouldn’t be as important as where you go, what you do during your lifetime. Not that I can claim I’m making huge amounts of progress with my own, but I knew that going in.
You look at the employment figures – every drama school warns you about them from the word go, they’re kind of hard to escape. Acting is half a living at the best of times. But so’s writing, at least when you’ve got the vague kind of drive and that damned thing called promise that I do. Well, apparently. So I figured two half lives might add up to a whole, although at the moment they’re ticking down to something more like a quarter. Which I guess just shows you can’t cheat science.
Physics to psychiatry, the more things change? The more they stay the same.
I’ve changed. Time was I almost qualified for borderline personality; I had four of the traits on the list, and you’re meant to show five before you can be diagnosed. I suppose that made me borderline borderline. A personality disorder squared, in a way. Is that worse?
I didn’t see what the fuss was about, when the name first came up. It’s not innocuous, just elusive. Borderline. Borderline what? Between what and what?
I think we’re all on the border of something.
Tell me something about you, as you are now.
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Things about me, let's see.
* I missed my morning lecture because I didn't go to bed until 4 and didn't go to sleep until 5 and didn't want to get up, so I said I'd catch the bus. And I slept through that too. But at least I got 6.5 hours of sleep instead of 4!
* I'm sick of working, so I'm talking to Leareth over AIM instead and vaguely contemplating writing something; hopefully it won't be a repeat of last night
* My parents go to the NT tomorrow morning before I wake up
* I still don't have a sleepy!icon