Technical Wiz

After having my new phone for a few months now, a present to myself for christmas, I finally connected it to my computer.

I would like to share two photos I have taken with it.

Photo One:

This photo is taken from a construction site that I had to visit as part of my job. This is the seventh floor, an open look back at the city. There are no walls up there at the moment, it is a great view.
Cathedral and Adelaide Oval in good view.


Photo Two:

I was walking down the street and saw this man. All I could do was think "How does a guy like you end up in a Metallica shirt?"
Then it came to me, he is really only 26 years old and a hard life of rocking out has left him looking old and broken.



But really how does this old guy end up in a metallica shirt.
Too funny.

Podiatrist

So, I went to the podiatrist.

Found out that I have no natural shock absobtion. I'm a thumper as the podiatrist put it.
I also have ponation and I kill shoes very quickly, I was recomended to buy new shoes every 6 months or so.

But the most disturbing information I gained with this meeting.....
was the colour of the podiatrists underwear.

She had a seam coming undone in the crotch of her pants. And I couldn't tell what it was at first, but soon saw that it was skin tone underwear. Slightly frightening in the I can't stop looking at it kind of way.

How do you tell some one that, especially someone you don't know and who is looking at your feet?

I didn't tell her, I didn't have the courage.

Photos From Central Australia.

My My Arn't We A Special One.

Once when I way flying I managed to catch an albatros in my mouth. I didn't kill it though, because I like my other forms of life. I let him live, but not before he chided me greatly for my impertenance of obstructing him in the first place
Albatroses are a bit like that, picky and pushy.

I just wanted to see if I could catch a bird on the wing.
Ok, so an albatros wasn't the hardest bird ever to catch, being a gliding bird and all, but I figured that the fact that I was flying too added to the dificulty.

So anyway, that started me on this strange lust for catching things in my mouth and teeth.

So the next day while I was sitting on the bus I patiently waited my chance and then managed to catch a bug in my mouth.
I think the people on the bus where a bit worried because they did raise there collective eyebrows at me.
I hadn't put my eyebrows in the bucket as I got on the bus, which is what they seemed to think I should do.
The collective eyebrows were raised and dumped all over me.

I like my eyebrows, I had them since birth, it was something the doctors remarked on as I emerged.
"My those are some big fuckin' eyebrows!" the doctor said.
"Yes they did tickle a bit as he came out." said my mother in reply.

So as you now know I've had my eyebrows since birth, and I wasn't going to search through a bucket of eyebrows to find mine when I could leave them on my face and they would be fine.
And when the bucket was dumped on me I valiently tried to hold mine to my face, but the presence on so many of its own species caused them to wriggle and squirm until they escaped me and joined their kin.
I was despondant. And when I'm despondant we all know what happens.

I turned into the Hulk.
Green skin and all.

Flying

Fuwor! Fuwor!

Hear the eagle cry!

When The Chips Are Down, Bet Big.

Don't ask me where I've been, I'm not quite sure of that myself.

I just seem to have found a large lack of time and motivation.
And as such my blog stalled.
But somedays you know you just have to put in the effort and write something so that you feel the persistance of the being you created.

Stagnentation must be avoided.

I have no hit counters, and minimal commenters, so really I write for my own personal reasons.
And I need to write to encourage me to write.
Stuff is happening in my life that is both interesting and different.
But I share that with few people and talk about it little, so why write it when I talk about it less.

Starting to babel, but I get like that sometimes.
Yes I am a bit depressed, but nothing that won't be fixed in time.
Just one of those down times in life. Nothing clinical.
Down times are the scourge of me, I find them often and try pushing through. But during these times most of humanity annoys me, which makes it harder to come out of the sadness, because you have to concentrate on not being annoyed.

But hey, life wasn't ment to be easy. It wasn't ment to be anything other than life.
And life is what you get. You only get one, so enjoy it.

And that is what I am trying to do.
I'm trying to do the things I enjoy doing.
I'm trying to reach some goals I've had for a long time.
I'm trying to get some perseverance.

Self improvement is the only true project to take on in life.
I try to be the best person I can be. I try to do the best I can in all things.
This is good and bad.
And this is life.

This post has become a lot longer than I thought it would be.
But rambelings are sometimes fun.
And my brain has a lot of scum to skim off at the moment.

Tag Your It!

Well due to the wonderfun* Aussie Rock Chick, I have been tagged.

I never knew about this till I started Blogging.
So due to this I now answer.

5 things you probably didn't know about me.

1: Firstly and the most soppy.

I like the Gilmore Girls and the movie Notting Hill.
I will never admit this to any one, even on the internet.
But I do like them.

2: I have been stripped down to my jocks in front of 4 doctors, 2 nurses and 2 student doctors.

This is a funny story involving me, a rash and a new job.
Best told in person.
But just think that I had to answer the question.
"Have you slept with ony one in the last 6 months?"
I had to answer with "No" infront of the two student doctors who were about my own age, female and attractive, very embarrasing.
I had a doctor peering through my pubic hair. Moving all the "bits" around to see into the dark recesses of my crotch.
And one very gruff female doctor basically pantsed me when in my jocks, and just left me that way, while continuing to discuss me with her collegues.
Very funny.

3: I often listen to blue grass music and love the banjo and bag pipes.

Well what can I say, They just make my red neck all tingly with home. (kidding, but I do like them.)

4: I cry at the end of movies when the hero dies.

But I hide it well.
No one sees me cry. No-one.

5: Lastly but not leastly.

I always vote democrat. It may be a bit of a wasted vote.now but I like to think of a day when we have a three party system and not a two party system.
Proper democrasy in stead of this capitalist thing diguised as popular mandate.

So thats it.

No one for me to tag. Thats one more thing for free that you might not knowabout me, is that I never pass on chain letters, e-mails or anything of the sort.
So no people tagged by me.

I think there is more to know about me.
But you only asked for 5.
*I ment to write wonderful, but wonderfun sounds good too.

Gym Nastiness

Played squash last night.

At the end of the game decided to have an experiment.

I jumped on the scales: 114.2kg

I then took my shirt off and got back on the scales: 113.5kg

Geeze I sweat a bit.

Oh and I apoligise to the people in the gym for you having to see me with out a shirt on.

Trip

I recently went for a short drive from Adelaide to Alice Springs with a short side journey to Uluru (Ayres Rock).

5000km in one week.

Lots of fun.

I just went through my 409 photos from the trip and had 20 odd of then to post.

But I think this says it all.

Predicament.

Once long ago I was.

Now I am.

Why the change?

Classic Albums.

I just finished watching the Classic Album show. This one was on Meatloaf and his (their) first album.

Now I havenever been, and am still not really, a fan of meatloaf. The show however always inspires me. It gives you an inside into the minds that created some of the defining sounds of generations. What always amazes me is the fact that these people are as passionate about these albums 2o odd years after the fact of their creation. Wow. So inspiring.

Last week I saw the one on The Bands album The Band. Being a man who likes all sorts of music I need to buy this album. Such a group of talented individuls the sounds and ideas are great.

It makes me shudder at the music we seen to listen to these days. R and B, Hip Hop, EMO rock, it all seems a bit bland when compared to some of these albums. (yes people massive stereotype but I speak in generalisations here as I do like some from all of these genres too.)

But then I sit back and see the reality that these are the few timless albums of the seventies, and how much dross must they have gone through before they found these diamonds amounst all of the castings.

Realistically I see only a few bands of today lasting anywhere past 10 years, to a time when there music will be relevent to a generation that did not hear it released.
Any music that contains truths is a worth while listen.
Any music that inspires greatness is worth while.

I have few things that can affect my mood as instantly as music, the only other thing is really the smell of rain on dry earth, or perhaps the smile of a loved one.
And music is the only one you really have on tap, at your disposal, you can decide your own mood.

One day they will invent a music player that streams music directly into the brain. I will be one of the first to line up for one.
Can you imagine just thinking about a song for the mood and instantly it would play. I could use that every day.

I am content at the moment, I have a full stomach, and I am listening to music I like.
I am listening to the Muse album Black Holes And Revelations.
But I really feel like listening to some Tool.
Excuse me while I go find some and put it on.
............
Ah Laterlus, nice.

This makes me a bit dissapointed that I'm not going to the Big Day Out this year. But that is the decisions you make. And I have seen Tool before and Muse three times, so I'm not that cut.

I once started writing a history of Sloth through music, I had two albums of music and was writing the accompaning liner notes when my computer got blown away and I forgot to back it up. So the notes dissapeared, and as with all writing it was better the first time, so I haven't bothered to write them again. Maybe I will do it here. We will see if I stay inspired.
They are very personal. So maybe a semi anonamous blog is just the spot for them.

"Wear the grudge like a crown."
Cool
Will have to skip to Parabol and Parabola though.
.......
So opus. I wonder where thay get the paticence to create such stunning rock sound scapes from. I think I would write rock songs like the stereotypical teenager makes love. Get in there rock out hard and blow my load and collapse from the effort, leaving the audience excited but unforfilled.
.......
"Makes me see that pain is an illusion."
Poetic souls.

When I did see Tool it was a concert all about the music. Maynard wore a black jusp suit so that for most of the concert I was not even sure if he was on stage. I just bowed my head and let the sound permiate my soul and fill it to breaking with the power of there songs.

And Tool arn't even my "favourite" band.
That distinction goes to Faith No More, ok closly followed by The Tea Party.
Both bands I have seen brefore they broke up.
But thay are stories for another post as I am sure this post is long enough already.

Writing feels good tonight.
I hope this feeling stays. I like it.

My neck is going to be sore to morrow.
Lateralis. Build up, rock out, build up, rock out.
"Black and white are all I see "
"In my infancy"
Wow

Fuck yeah.

Terror Raid

I had the joy of surfing TV last night and landed on a news presenter as he said the following statment.
"Eight people have been arrested in the UK during a Terror Raid"

Now apart from it now being 9 people I have a problem with this statment.

Terror Raid. What sort of images does this raise for you.
For me it is images of dawn raids to capture jews by the nazis or Starlinesk Russia.
A terror raid is a raid for the purposes of terror.
Is this what the Uk authorities did? I hope not.

Why not say something like.
"Eight people where arrested this morning in the UK after authorities raided suspected terroist hidouts?"

Maybe something like it even, not that much longer and more correct.
Why give it a sensationised headline, just tell us what happened.

Stupid news.
No wonder I get my news from the sports channels.

Changes.

I've changed the comments section to.

No moderation by me, if you don't want it read, don't write it.