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I had to add this little preamble because something has gone wrong with the software. For some reason the side panel does not display unless I add this fixed "Welcome" post to the top. The mysteries of computers and computer software. Perhaps I should stick to playing my accordion. Last night a neighbour hammered on the door. It was already past midnight! Luckily, I was still awake and playing my accordion — I'm only joking; we live on seven acres and our only neighbour is the river.
Friedrich Nietzsche lived a troubled adolescence, stemming from the intense difficulty he had in spelling his own name. This difficulty has continued to this day in the spelling of his name in bathroom graffiti and on t-shirts proclaiming "What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger" (neither does arthritis but it doesn't make me stronger).
As for pronouncing his name, I much rather talk about Freud - whose name is also easier to spell - but a useful mnemonic is to cast your mind back to your first girlfriend and the time when you whispered into her ear "I Nietzsche more than ever!" just before she stood you up.
Now that we have both the spelling and the pronunciation out of the way, enjoy the movie "When Nietzsche Wept" which is based on Irvin D. Yalom's book of the same name. It blends both fact and fiction and offers you the chance to nod knowingly next time someone mentions Nietzsche to you or drops the word 'limerence' (look it up, Des!)
The only online copy I could find is in Chinese 😁 - click here
For my money, the passage "It is wrong to bear children out of need, wrong to use a child to alleviate loneliness, wrong to provide purpose in life by reproducing another copy of oneself. It is wrong also to seek immortality by spewing one's germ into the future as though sperm contains your consciousness!" gives me my much-needed excuse because, you see, I did my children a favour by not having them!
If you disagree with the land value on your notice of valuation or land tax assessment, you can lodge an objection. You will need to provide sales evidence from around 1 July in the valuing year to support your objection. If you do not provide supporting evidence, your objection will be disallowed."
Thus wrote the Valuer-General when he sent me these two Notices of Valuation which total $2,880,000. That value EXcludes the house and all other structures, and is $250,000 higher than the previous valuations three years ago, and is used to calculate the annual council rates.
Yes, I would very much like to object to the Valuer-General's assessment as I already pay council rates of about $500 A MONTH, which is far too much to pay for the privilege of living on my own piece of dirt.
But how do I provide the required "sales evidence from around 1 July in the valuing year" when "Riverbend" is so unique that no similar property of this size and in this location has been sold since I bought it in 1993?
I guess I will be stuck with it until I sell it — at no more than land value.
Only the Germans would, or could, have a word with a double-h in the middle of it. It was one of the first words I learnt in post-war Germany: "Durchhalten!" Don't give up! Things will get better! And things did get better! Much better! Not through luck but through hard work.
"Durchhalten!" has been my motto all my life, and I am happy I grew up then instead of now. I am no longer a German and I no longer speak German except when necessary, but when I get into a tight spot, I still tell myself, "Durchhalten!". It helped me then, and it helps me now!
The new owners did not change much of its outside appearance apart from giving it a 'cool' blue-and-white paint job.
The year was 1985. I had come back from my last posting to Greece. My Saudi boss, reluctant to let me go,
had promised to let me continue my work from Australia, and so I bought this property on the edge of Townsville's
CBD, which was going to be both office and home to me.
I bought it for something like $50,000-plus but then
left town as the promised work never materialised. I hung onto the place for some years as a rental property
but the trouble with maintenance and defaulting tenants was just too much bother and so I sold it in April 1998, a whole thirteen years later,
for a mere $90,000 - hardly the sort of rags-to-riches story so often touted by real estate agents.
However, the inside has been quite stunningly renovated. The humble verandah has become an extension of the living-space.
The front room, once meant to have been my office, is now a beautifully appointed lounge.
Behind the lounge is another sitting-room. Its feature is the silky-oak room divider, repainted a gleaming white.
The garden has the city skyline as its backdrop, illustrating how close this ideal 'city pad' is to Townsville's mall and CBD.
What was it Heraclitus had said about rivers? It is not possible to step in the same river twice? Well, I haven't been back to Townsville since then.
Ich wanderte im Jahre 1965 vom (k)alten Deutschland nach Australien aus. In Erinnerung an das alte Sprichwort "Gott hüte mich vor Sturm und Wind und Deutschen die im Ausland sind" wurde ich in 1971 im Dschungel von Neu-Guinea australischer Staatsbürger. Das kostete mich nur einen Umlaut und das zweite n im Nachnamen - von -mann auf -man.
Australien gab mir eine zweite Sprache und eine zweite Chance und es war auch der Anfang und das Ende: nach fünfzig Arbeiten in fünfzehn Ländern - "Die ganze Welt mein Arbeitsfeld" - lebe ich jetzt im Ruhestand in Australien an der schönen Südküste von Neusüdwales.
Ich verbringe meine Tage mit dem Lesen von Büchern, segle mein Boot den Fluss hinunter, beschäftige mich mit Holzarbeit, oder mache Pläne für eine neue Reise. Falls Du mir schreiben willst, sende mir eine Email an riverbendnelligen [AT] mail.com, und ich schreibe zurück.
Falls Du anrufen möchtest, meine Nummer ist XLIV LXXVIII X LXXXI.
This blog is written in the version of English that is standard here. So recognise is spelled recognise and not recognize etc. I recognise that some North American readers may find this upsetting, and while I sympathise with them, I sympathise even more with my countrymen who taught me how to spell. However, as an apology, here are a bunch of Zs for you to put where needed.
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