Not the me that's me.
What's out there is just a me generated by collisions at the intersections of human memory, imagination and perception. And there's not much sense in it at all.
How many personas do I have? At least three according to http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb - an online artwork that generates these identity or persona bar charts - yet there's only one Lisa Yallamas in the world - unlike John Smith, of which there are many. It generates one bar chart for John Smith based on all the John Smiths in the world.
I heard on the radio coming home from dinner with my mum a story of a woman who smiled at another person while they were filling up their cars at a petrol station.
When she went in to pay she found that the other person - who'd driven away already - had paid for her.
All because of a smile. Isn't that something?
A smile is all that matters sometimes.
At half time, Roar were up by a point .
But Phoenix equalized in the second half.
Heated. Yellow cards flying.
Play stopped as Roar coach Frank Farina got banished for arguing with the ref who handed Tommy Oar a red card just before he blew the whistle.
In the grandstand, there was a "bloodbath" in a carton of chips.
Cartridges of sauce lay on the floor beneath the place where a carton
of hot chips was wiped out no remorse.
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The last time I wanted to see a movie on the big screen twice was There Will Be Blood.
Who is it that decided that a chicken's breastbone is a wishbone?
Now that's what you call an influencer - the guy who invented this superstition.
"Let's snap a chicken's breastbone and make a wish ..."
If you ever find yourself alone with a wishbone what do you do?
Well, you decide that the wish comes true if the bone breaks to the right - or the left.
Or place a bet each way. One wish on the right. One wish on the left. Right?
Doesn't matter. It's just a chicken bone right?
I'd like to propose another wishbone theory.
People joke about yoga devotees tying themselves in knots but you know it's actually the opposite it's about untying knots.
The knots that press down on your wishbone and constrict the centre of your chest.
I spend my days locked down at the computer - I don't think I'm even breathing sometimes because my own muscles have compacted into strange and unnatural positions.
Unravelling all those knotted muscles is not easy.
I can spend hours stretching out at the end of the day and in the past year I've developed the wishbone theory - if your shoulders are in front or even in line with your wishbone (your breastbone) - you're in trouble Bub!
It's gonna snap your wishbone if you let it.
Just a theory mind you ... but wishing on a chicken bone ain't gonna fix it.
George Frilingos is Australia's Number One Ten Pin Bowler but this champion is anonymous in his own country.
It started its twittering in response to delayed beats and distorted portamento.
Either screaming or singing.
It hit a chord.