When I get to wherever it is I am going to sleep, which is all over the place... from my farm, my folks' farm, the Gold Coast where we have our lamb distribution centre and direct-to-the-public shop, or Brisbane, or Sydney, or Melbourne where I am involved in a heap of different projects... I make excuses as to why I can't write a blog.
So from today onwards there will be a barrage of blogs.
Barack Obama was just named the President Elect with a possible 297 electoral votes to McCain's 155.
It was only a few years ago that the vast majority of people, American and non-American, would have seen a mixed race president, let alone a part African president, as an impossibility, just as we all thought that Communism would never fall during its impenetrable heights of the 1980s and then within years it was gone from Europe.
Isn't emotion a funny thing we have to deal with as humans. I mean, when we look on memory of being at a place and location of a destination or on a journey, we remember the feeling, we remember what it was like, how hot it was, how windy it was etc... but it is so much harder to look back and remember what it was like to be in a different emotional state, about when you were depressed or when you were overexcited, or even in love ... or desperate for love.
As promised, I am writing finally another blog as so much has happened in the world of Dave since my last personal diary entry. So I moved to Melbourne, found myself on my feet straight away by chancing upon an old mate who had a spare room with the best view in all of Victoria, walked into a dog daycare centre and was offered the job of manager.
Well, I still wake up with the best view in Victoria. I will have to post a photo as seriously it is absolutely insane. Looking out right now, the view starts with the new city of Docklands, the western suburbs, the Westgate Bridge, Albert Park, Port Phillip Bay, St Kilda, the magnificent St Kilda Road (one of the world's great boulevards), the leafy green eastern suburbs, and all the way to the Dandenong ranges.
Most of us have heard of Bluey Day, the day when emergency service men and women either dye their hair blue or red or shave their head, all in the name of raising much-needed funds for kids with cancer. However, like me, you probably didn't know that this international day is actually run out of a little donated office in North Melbourne by four volunteers, one of whom, the CEO Justin Eastcott, is an old boss and very close mate of mine.
Unlike so many charitable organisations, Bluey Day Foundation is all about their cause, the kids. So if you have a spare minute and a couple of dollars, why not check out their website www.blueyday.net and make a tax-deductible donation or purchase some of their very cool merchandise, which is all under the price of $8... so it's a pretty cheap way to make a difference.
If you are in Melbourne this weekend why not head down to Genesis Gym on Chapel Street and get your head shaved by Justin and his volunteers and make a difference for the kids.
