Far From What Now?

It’s probably time I stopped mucking around and got on to the real issue at hand. Now that I’m back home in Darwin and looking at setting myself up here more or less permanently, is there really any way I can get away with continuing to call my blog Far From Home?

It has occurred to me that I could just make one big spiritual metaphor out of the whole thing. I could try to convince you that, while all this time you thought I was having a whinge about being stuck in Adelaide, I was really being super-duper pious and reflecting on going to Heaven one day. Or for the more post-modern thinker, maybe I was meditating on the intrinsic human divide between the perfect society we long to create, and reality of the world we currently live in.

No, I don’t think that would work either. The other possibility is to keep the name and just write it off to irony. While that certainly wouldn’t be a first for me, it does some seem a little… soft.

Or…

In another shameless display of popularism and attention seeking, I could leave it over to you. Drop me a comment and let me know what you think should happen:

A) Change the name (you would be then be obliged to suggest a new one)

B) Keep the title (and, by extension, the sign off) and just declare the whole thing an ironic symbol of… something or other.

Now, I am well aware that the only people who ever comment on this blog are Kirribilli Kim, my sister and occasionally Dylan Malloch. So if the only suggestions I get are from you three, then obviously it doesn’t count. I’ll declare it invalid and irrelevant as apparently I only have three readers anyway. So yes, in effect this is just a flagrant and shameless drive to get more comments.

Please please please: I must have more attention.

Far from home (perhaps for the last time)



Garry with 2 Rs

P.S. Merry Christmas