Responsibility. One word that brings so much discomfort. As time marches on so too does this one word, becoming larger and fatter, growing in direct proportion with time spent. Time narrows with each annual performance appraisal, yet the tasks and functions that need completing on the daily grind list, expand. Like squeezing a hose, gripping time around its neck while the pressure of a thousand little nuances bulge in the bottle neck of a recessive tick and tock. Age is the precursor for this whip bearer who is constantly in need of some extra sustenance. Ah well I’m sure it’s all for the best and alls I can do is grin and bear the added burden of life’s riches and feel flattered by having reached a level of prestige in slavery.

Placing responsibilities to one side, I must apologise for the ongoing haphazardness in appearance of this blog, I’m attempting to give it a face lift; although it’s not entirely of my own creation but in due course I will be able to claim the aesthetics however sad it may look until the time I eventually settle on something I like. The coding of the theme I may have foolishly purchased from WP Remix, thinking it would be easier than starting from scratch and admittedly it is better than trying to do it all from the ground up given my limited knowledge in these things but I could just be justifying the outlay of 50 odd hard earned dollars. Hopefully in time I’ll get to a level I’m happy with.

ANZAC day is one of those days that seems to drag on with continuous ceremonial pomposity, not too far removed from the likes of a religious public holiday. In fact the whole ANZAC day thing seems to have been infected with religious fervour, more than I think it warrants. I remember when I was in High School when I was green behind the ears and not nearly as cynical  as I am now, that ANZAC day was just a day off but it has somehow morphed into public consciousness as something bigger and better than in years passed. There has to be a correlation between September 11 and the way national symbolism is being shaped.  ho knows but tomorrow we can forget yesteryears warriors and concern ourselves with the responsibilities and distractions at hand.