THE STREAM (pay no attention to the screaming man behind the screen)

You know … it occurs to me , after all these years that there have been so many directional clues that I have not considered along the way to here . Maybe I'm a little slow or mybe I just lost focus for a while... or maybe , and this is the part that scares me, maybe I have a fatal flaw when it comes to women, it's not that the women I have known were bad, far from it, I have been extremely lucky to have known every one of them, but I am sure now, that as much as I would have wished it were not so, in every case we were not suited to each other. Is it the accumulating years that lead me to believe that the ones that I did not explore fully are the very ones I may have had the best chance with? Or is it just that crazy “road not taken” thing that does it? I would have liked to grow with someone, but it seems that is not my fate. I have wanted that thing , that ubiquidious “spark” I think in some cases I have tried to build the spark bu that can't work. Other times I have hop...

Protest Rally - Against Iranian Election, Melbourne Ok It seems that it will never end ... Fear political unrest, Killings in Burma , threats in Iran & fixed elections... Hmmm wonder where they could've got the idea that that kind of thing could be done? Refugees moving from one place to another in desperate attempts to keep their families together I hear that is what we all want to keep families together ... but apparently that only applies to certain families. Nuclear games between the U.S. and Korea, Iran, China ... Somalia, India... well you get it. What  can be done ... another protest, more signs , more interviews on the Tele. Do we need to be told that we have built our lives on the wrong scale? How can we manage to get up and do these useless things we do while on every front we are cming to the crisis point? All the issues and situations that we have put on the back burners for so long are now all screaming for attention simultaneously! It may get to the point where we...

There may be some kind of reason to this whole thing, logic would be too much to hope for but maybe the world is supposed to do something beside respond to the whims of mankind... I really do want there to be a point... more than wanting, needing, getting. Times like tonight are when the waste of it all gets to me... Fighting over god , money, love, hate, gender , sexuality ...  all so small... and in the end they just take us away from doing anything that moves all of us forward. "all of us" ... funny, there isn't really an "all of us" such a tiny planet and we have never enjoyed peace and prosperity... through all our time there has always been someone that has had to endure incredible hardships to make all the good times possible. Look at all we can do and yet right now in so many places people are dying of hunger... Hunger! How can this be? Money and food everywhere! Or ... is it! Who has enough? What segment of our world has people that have enough?

That's it friends, . I've finally flipped it! I'm going to keep writing on my favourite subject "Why humans (myself included) are so damn stupid", for a million posts or until the world's problems are solved... or fail to do so! and then... I'm going over to my window, to slide it open and shout... "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore! I've had enough of these life sucking idiots constantly assaulting me with their half-baked ideas about how the world is shaped, conveniently over looking the very basic fact that we should be shaping our world and we would if we could get up off our big fat asses for more than 5 minutes to get involved I can no longer take the endless waste and the resistance to truth that the way we live has brought. So whatcha you gonna do about it ... Mr. Schmarty, pants? well... glad You asked! First we gotta go way back... to take a look at all the crap we refused to give proper c...

A few months ago , I took a run down to Port Campbell to see the 12Apostles in Victoria , Australia but due to an accident on the road the route was closed so I had to turn around and head back to Melbourne 8 + hours round trip ... with no pay off... Granted it was a much worse time for the accident victim, last weekend I got the chance to finish that trip. click the kink and see what I saw. It's a fantastic part of the world.

When I Think that I have spent all these years trying to do the right thing only to find myself in one uncomfortable situation after another... is it so wrong to want to be loved honestly & with honor? All this searching was left me thinking... have I been wasting my time? Is it even possible to find considerate love in these times? and what does it mean anyway? All I know is I've come so far and I just won't take a life of sniping and bitching at my partner was it always this hard... or am I just not cut out for it?

  So what if you had only one day left, one day for it all to come good, one day to fulfill the potential so many have seen in you, one day to make sure your kids would be safe... what would you do? ok let hope we all have many years left to breathe the air, watch the sunset, and rise, swim in the ocean or rivers... so now we're gonna live so my question is the same ... what will you do to make it it all to come good,  to fulfill the potential so many have seen in you, to make sure your kids would be safe... what will you do?

    I took a survey today... and while I was answering the questions about the application I realized that  I really do use it, and like it there's so many ways to access all this information I Really do wish that there could be one page that could take me every where I wanna be... how hard Could that be. I got a new lappy and it has vista and I can see how all this can be useful I mean I'm writing this post with a writing pad with a handwriting recognition that works quite well it I has changed the way I do most everything from photography to web surfing. so now I am looking forward to living in a world where information is at my fingertips.

Sometimes it's the way you perceive a thing that makes all the difference. There are so many times I could have avoided many problems by simply taking time to consider all the options, in fact it could be said that I would not be sitting here if not for the mysteries of perception I could've been finished in the Accident... or if I had left my Apt. in NYC 5 minutes sooner on on that fateful day when I met The former mrs. Peabody met I would not be here. That world be a shame. . . but Just 3 short years ago I would not have called it a shame

I can't remember when I have so anxiously awaited the release of a bit of Hollywood fluff the saga of Jason Bourne has me riveted, (even with the memory of the 70's version still in my mind) let's face it ...the story has been told before. Amnesiac, killing machine struggling to get his memory and his life back! Here in OZ it won't come out till August 30th! Matt Damon... great actor but I think it's more about Bourne! Just 6 more sleeps!

I was having a talk with my better half today when I realised that no matter how much you try sometimes the only thing there is to hold two people together is the moments they share. simple? maybe...but worth remembering.

This post is simply to say that I love my new digi cam and from time to time a pic or two will show up here. And here

I have always had a taste for the sweeter things in life, particularly Reese's peanut butter cups. There were some very dark days in my history in Australia when they just not available for love or money. Then there were the sweet sweet days when they were readily available from every Coles super market for the relatively low price of $1.00 and then poof!... they were gone! Now I have found a little sweet shop that has plenty ok they always seem to be close to their use by date, but... hey it's all there is, not even the incredibly inflated price of 2.20 can keep me away! So if your an American and ya don't know where to get Reese's, A&W root beer, Dr. Pepper give me a shout I'll sort ya out!

I have never been one of those guys that wondered how and why people travel from one country to another even before I did myself I always thought that if someone had the balls to move with or without their family to an unknown place and maybe even an unknown language... well that takes a special type of guts and if you asked me 15 years ago if I thought I had the stuff to do a thing like that I would not have even paused before I said NO. So charge your glasses and let's drink to the immigrants of the world... Cause damn it's hard work!

We all know that life is not always ... Beer & skittles, but if there is enough joy to to get ya up in the morning then that alone should be enough to get you through. Every morning you wake to find your not dead you are ahead of the game cause that same morning you wake up to feel your body and all it's aches, pains and such many are finding themselves in much worse situations. So ride the coaster and the ferris wheel and don't worry too much bout how long you have to stand in line, cause you still get to ride as long as you got some life in ya.

Hello dear reader.... and probably it is "reader" in the singular quite literally. There may not be many reading this these days, but I'll keep writing as if there are. Anyway... the topic for this post is the way people deal with what seems to me logical conclusions & consequences. One of the things I will never understand is why more often than not people will tend to believe that the worst will not happen, when the worst is happening all around the world every second, and has been as long as there have been people Think of the person waiting for the results of their recent medical checkup... and horrors the prognosis is not good... and this person immediately say to himself or outlet..."why me?", "why me?" Maybe they smoke too mush, or drank too much it doesn't matter they could be a total health nut that treats the body like a temple... the answer to the question ... "why me?"is... "Why the Fuji not you!" Then there is t...

It funny how people make all sorts of judgments about what you are based on outward appearances... Today wjile I was out testing my new digi cam all the people I ran into assumed I was a photographer. I guess the camera and associated gear was the reason. No one asked though they just needed to put me in a category and that was the easiest. When I stumbled upon a trio playing in the Gallery Victoria they assumed I was a photographer never did it occur to them that I am in fact a guitarist. It gave me a strange sense of freedom to be mis-labeled.

I can never get enough of Photoshop is there anything it can't do? Blogged with Flock

Well as you can see my little digi is as beat up as it can be, I've left pieces of it in from Melbourne to NYC and it still takes a great pic. Some might say that it is time for a new one, truth be told I do have another but when I'm out for the day I always take the old one with it dodgy shutter button and lackey band that keeps the batteries in... I don't hold out hope of it being fixed or that some how it might heal itself... I just have such a wonderful history with it. It's taken pics of my daughter, my mom harijuku, Abbey road and so many others... is it wrong to be faithful to an inanimate object? My guitar says no. technorati tags: camera , digital , favorite , pics Blogged with Flock

No Answers… Just More Questions After more than 15 years living away from America I think I have learned a few things about societies and the way they accept or exclude certain people. My own country has had what I have always thought was a bizarre take on race & inclusion, who will be let in and who will be pushed to the outer ring of society seemed to be based solely on the our very familiar two colour scheme, but from where I sit now that idea seems painfully simplistic. It is now becoming clearer to me what the real basis of American hierarchical structure is built upon, and to my surprise it is in fact not really any different to those same types of social structures of any other culture, and has much less to do with the colour line than I would have ever believed. Could it be that the old idea of black versus white was never truly what it was really about? Could it be that a lifetime in “the struggle”(both sides of it) makes one blind to the realities? Could it be true that t...