Pretty much just a book review, not much happening otherwise

So i was bumming around Dunedin again today. Although perhaps it was not a complete waste of a day, i finished and printed off my CV and references and also got the name and addressed of recruitment agencies. The problem i have now is that i have to get my IRD number which is sort of like a social security number. it says i have to put down my permanent address but at the minute i dont have one so there is nowhere for them to send it, i cant use a PO box either, quite frustrating.

Anyhow when i was finished all that i sat around the frnt of the library reading my book. I have been reading an awful lot recently, started off with the book version of all 4 Alien films, and then another one called The Last Wilder which was book 2 of a series i read a year ago, the onto a more serious The God Delusion byt Richard Dawkin, its all about how god does not really exist and stuff, interesting but not anything i had not really though of before. I find it hard to agree with him on some stuff though, certain things might just be psychosomatic but walking around in a forest or down by Doonass at home feels much different that over here, and i have been through far more breathtaking terrain over here than at home. I think its just that i know a lot of the myths and legends of places at home and certain things over here just dont have that meaning. The huge old Beech trees and sequioas i see over here are just that, big trees, at home however i would be much more fanciful about The Green Man and Danu and whatnot. I think not having a religion or a belief in something more than what you can see in touch makes the world a more mundane place. God may be a delusion as yerman says but certain aspects are pretty comforting.

I have also read some pulp fiction short stories y Ron Hubbard and some psychobabble tripe called Tipping Point, which i though would have actually been quite good, sorely disappointed i was. I finished The Vampire Lesat by Ann Rice yesterday and the newest by William Gibon today, Pattern Recognition it was called. The Ann Rice one was okay, better than the last i read of hers, Taltos i think it was called. I can see how her writing has been taken by Goths actually, she is very descriptive about shit, sometimes too much so. You can see as well were lots of the Vampire the Masquarade lore comes from, The Sabbath, the Masquarade, Malkaviens, Toreador, Antideluvians, The Embrace, Gangrel, all of em are alluded to. Apologies if you dont know what i am talking about, part of my nerdy past. Stil it was only alright in the end

The William Gibson one i was pissed about at the beginning, expected it to be cyber-punk novel but uts actually set 6 months after 9/11. Was good enough actually, in that i did not put it down and finished it in a day. Strange coincidene hat, the last two books that i bought together and really did not like were William Gibson and Ann Rice books.

I was sitting in the square reading this book anyway when this woman came and sat down in the bench a little away from me. I looked up after a few minutes and saw that she was quite overweight, you know the type, where they can rest their arms on their hip fat. She was just sitting there anyway and just staring at the ground and stayed like that for at least ten minutes. She was quite young and i actually felt really sorry for her. I know that there is just as much chance of her being a bitch as there is of her being a nice person but i felt the overwhelming urge just to go over and try and make her smile. I was interrupted by someone else coming over to her, a middle aged woman she appearantly knew, and yerone just followed her, rather like a child after a teacher or a yound child afer its mother. I dont know it was about her but i was hit that she has had twenty odd years of being herself and wondered if she had enjoyed them, i felt like a bit of a voyeur actually as she did not know i was thinking about her life and personality and stuff, trying to peek into her mind if you will. She is gone anyway and i will never see her again, nor will she ever know that a complete stranger was analysing her this much, makes you wonder how many, if any other people have done the same to you.