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	<title>The Rest of Your Life (v3.0) &#187; The Beach</title>
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	<description>The Other White Meat</description>
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		<title>Surf Wars/Turf Wars</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 05:40:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Disappearing Boy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sorry I haven't had much to report of late, kids. 'Tis officially the silly season, so in between attending various office Xmas parties (more on those later, perhaps) and being flat-out at work, I haven't had much time or inclination left to post. 

However given that I live a stones throw from Bondi Beach (one of last weekends officially designated 'no-go zones'), and given the depressing events of two weekends ago in Cronulla ... I thought it was about time I gave you <strong>my</strong> two cents worth on Sydney's current ongoing beachside turf wars / race-riots. Strap yourselves in - this ain't gonna be a 'light and airy' post ! First though, for those of you unfamiliar with the DB story, I should give you a bit of background so you'll have to proper context to put my forthcoming rant in.

I was born in 1977 in Prague, in the Czech Republic. Both my parents are also Czech, and we emmigrated to Australia in 1984 after living in Pakistan for 6 years where my dad was a trade attache to the Czech embassy. 'Emmigrated' is not quiet the right word though of course, since back then the world was still in the grips of the tail-end of the 'cold war', and (then) Czechslovakia was one of the 'iron curtain' Communist countries. So in actual fact, my parents didn't simply emmigrate with me, they 'defected to the West' - with all the attendant hush-hush secrecy that implies. 

Since then, I've spent most of my life living in Australia - and indeed I <strong><em>feel</em></strong> 'Aussie' - as much as anyone born here. Indeed, I have the citizenship and passport papers to prove it. I also happen to possess a Czech passport however, and I'm as equally proud of my Czech heritage as I am of being Australian. Personally, I never thought the two were mutually exclusive.]]></description>
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		<title>DB&#8217;s Latest Obsession</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 03:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Disappearing Boy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I've mentioned previously the pressure to look good, now that I'm living in Bondi - Sydney's epicentre for well tanned, superbly muscled surfer dudes. In a serious bid to start trying to get back in shape, I went and bought myself a new bicycle a few weeks ago. Check it out -

Isn't is sweeeet ? Shopping around online, I managed to pick up the sexy bit of engineering you see above brand new for less than I paid two or three years ago for a second-hand bike with fÅ¯cked up gears and dodgey brakes. To date my riding is going well, and despite not being a morning person I'm actually managing to get up at 6am and go for a ride most mornings. On the weekend I also managed to finally motivate myself to pick up the free-weights again after going for an extended ride, and topped that all off with a bit of session using our flatmates punching bag. Buffness here we come ;-)
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		<title>Bondi Bonding</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 02:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Disappearing Boy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[General]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Beach]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[OK gang it's official ... I'm finally free of the annoying, overweight Kiwi flatmate and her equally annoying, overweight cats. Yaaaaay ! I'd been ferrying small carloads back and forth  all week since last weekends engagement dinner for IG and I @ St.George Leagues, and on Saturday the removalists came to shift the majority of my remaining stuff to Bondi. Thereafter I spent the remainder of the weekend loading up my car with the few left-over odds and ends, and cleaning up the areas of the old apartment ostensibly under my control. In the end I think my old bedroom and bathroom ended up looking better than they had when I'd moved in. Which is natural I suppose - I'm an <strong><em>excellent</em></strong> frikkin flatmate, let me tell you ! 

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		<title>The Beach Is Calling</title>
		<link>http://3z3r0.net/troyl/2005/04/18/the-beach-is-calling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Disappearing Boy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back in our under-grad days, before weblogs existed, my <a href="http://mellipop.blogspot.com">best friend</a> wrote a rant called "Declining the Beach Invitation". It resonated deeply at the time - I was a beach-shunning goth, and she was a beach-shunning indie-chick. In the last few weeks, the beach (and my relationship to it) has come up in a few discussions with <a href="http://imaginerygirl.blogspot.com">my girlfriend</a>, and on Friday <a href="http://wegglywoo.blogspot.com">Wegg</a> started an interesting thread on her blog ('Ocean Girl Goes to The Mountains') about the beach, your proximity to it, and the art hanging on your walls. All of which has led me to ponder the beach, and what it means to me. ]]></description>
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