Jan's Chronicles

 Ok. I mentioned yesterday that I was going to put down some details concerning the ongoing feud between two schools here down in Cambradelaide. hmm...anyone has any idea what Cambradelaide even means? It's just a weird compound word that popped up in my head, like how random thoughts on creation popped up in God's head when he was slaving away in those seven-day overtime hours of grave labour, perhaps the most fateful for the creatures and times to come.  I'm not God, nor a god. I may be inclined to worship the gods from the ancient civilisations around the world, Greek ones not being the most ancient of them all, but I only do that out of an appreciation for culture. When it comes to the soul and the spirit, I'm an unapologetic monotheist. Jesus is my one and only Lord and King, both in this world and the next.  Although none of us mere mortals has the luxury of being God, or a god, we can still enjoy some privileges only the likes of the deities can have, such as cre...

 Hello world. James typing. I would write if I could, but modern technology has pretty much shovelled its ugly face up everyone’s nostrils without seeking consent, and thus killed this thing we used to call penmanship. As such, typing became a surviving skill. I’m sure professional typer-ladies hailing from the two world wars would gladly and grumpily testify.  While they were slaving away on the cold and unyielding keyboards, outside, the bombs were dropping, and their fathers, brothers, sons and grandsons were falling.  Aren’t we glad we have moved on from those days of terror and turbulence. Or have we? The land of the ancient Armenians, the ruins of the eastern and orthodox half of our Roman Empire, otherwise known colloquially as the Middle East, still suffers from shadows of the warring past, right to this day. Time to reflect, folks. There will be more rambles coming, but not tonight. Adelaide is in many regards a closeted university town of its own. It breathes in...