a few guilt-ridden words from me at last.
I guess I have exceeded any reasonable limit on being a social parasite
having read of Paddy Dawson's latterday transformation to Compliance Officer
at Mullumbimby and as the party approaches I feel revelation is timely. One
reason for delay, other than sloth, is the sheer brilliance of output by so
many and I have a real sensation of having missed out on a lot of great
events at school if not entirely in life.
It's been really interesting reading the various biographies, hilariously
funny often and wonderfully unifying in what I perceive to be an almost
universal reaction of authority-hatred inevitably produced by then then
school system. Also to read of the various fabulous and focused careers,
impressive as skyrockets in the dark blazing away, makes one feel like an
innocent bystander....a sensation not unlike my entire school experience!
.....Plus ca change......
It's a daunting task to compress life's complications in a few lines and you
will have to read between them. After school I did Architecture at
Sydney....a choice even then known as " the gentleman's profession" in that
in the modern materialistic world such products are somewhat eccentric and
out of place, not to mention largely irrelevant to the built environment.
But I digress.....
During the course I had various jobs varying from filleting flathead in a
fish shop to building work for oppressive bosses to architectural
supervision work in Singapore with supportive peons and chauffered black
airconditioned Mercedes backup...possibly the last of Raj-style deals.
On finishing at Sydney I worked with some heavies and married for the first
time. I spent some years, mainly in London with a tremendously interesting
and lovely firm that was involved in work ranging from provincial
kindergartens to World Bank-funded irrigation schemes in the Middle East.
The early 70's were a great time to be there and I made many wonderful
short trips all over the Continent, North Africa, the US and so on.
I returned here in the early Whitlam years for family, not political,
reasons....a great mistake in my view though necessary at the time. After a
short stint as a Planner I worked for the State in what was then an
architectural oasis (if sociological Gulag) called the Government
Architect's Branch. My marriage failed as my building output zoomed and I
have often wondered what was the basis for that outcome and relationship.
There is something about gripping work that is wonderful and terrible at the
same time.
Another marriage, this time with offspring ( a girl who has also, just, in
both senses of the word emerged from school somewhat bewildered). I guess
the past does indeed repeat itself as all therapists would tell you.
She is without doubt the best thing I have ever produced and I wonder, in
looking back, how little incentive there was in my system, or positive PR
there was for, the concept of family or family life. I guess "better late
than never" applies to my family-maker role as well as the response you are
now reading.
My work-life changed in the early 80's from that of snappy productive
bureaucrat to one-man-band practice
......a transition full of satisfactions as well as frustrations. In that
new role there is a strange irony...one has the potential to do exactly what
one wants but not necessarily the wherewithal technically.
One advantage of the move is that there seems to be no need to stop doing
what work I like even though ones patience (if not ability) to cope with
ever increasing impact of technology and red tape wanes.
I look forward with interest as well as trepidation to seeing some faces
from the past. It's a problem deciding which event to go for but I daresay
it wil work out by the end of the week.
Greetings and apologies for lateness of this reply. You have done an
incredible job in bringing this disparate bunch together even if only
electronically and deserve, and no doubt will get, a medal therefor
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