One afternoon I found myself killing time on the quite streets of western Sydney, I wasn’t lost nor did I know where I was going, I was merely floating, hovering if you will, in and out of the side streets and donut shops of the town with every cinnamon fix waiting for a further moments entertainment on what was turning out to be the dullest Friday afternoon to date.
From a distance I could see a change in pattern of the style in which people were walking some 100 yards ahead. At first all would be as expected, when slowly the stepping pattern would slightly alter and the tempo of which the arms were swung would increase, of course to what effect was strictly on a case by case basis however there was no mistaking as people strolled past going about their daily business, the rhythm in which they would do so was dramatically changing and then changing back within the space of a few square meters. Almost as if stepping through an invisible force field of funk, to which all who enter are un knowingly, un willingly forced to bust a move as if in a Coca Cola commercial, only to cease immediately upon re entry to the human realm as if nothing had happened at all.
This pleased me. I stood and observed for awhile wondering if this was actually happening or whether there was a little something extra in my donut. I walked closer and found that I too was succumbing to this phenomena of soul and as I entered this new world to my surprise found the source to be a short homeless man, noticeably old but the years had served him well. He was wearing an old grey suit which was stained and the stitching was coming undone from the seams on his left shoulder. His weapon of choice was an old wooden guitar and a voice which seemed unfitting from the body it was coming from.
I stood for awhile longer trying to look casual by leaning against a near by Streetlight smiling and bobbing away to the performance at hand when I noticed as people passed by, they would drop coins, notes or cigarettes in a case sitting half a meter away from the man. Confused I looked at him as he stopped what he was playing to lean over and retrieve one of the cigarettes that had been given to him. He stared back inquisitively as he sparked one up, as I continued to linger in thought over the situation.
“So you’re a beggar then”
He looked up at me with a smile, smoke almost covering his face as he chuckled to himself
“No son, I aint no beggar”
The look on his face explained that he was well aware of how this confused me so.
“Im a busker kid, I put on a show and if you like what im doing you can contribute, or not, there’s no pressure”
Taking my support off the street light I walked towards the case reaching into my pocket and pulling out my last five dollar note and placing it inside the case.
He nodded in approval and began to play again. I stood some more watching what was happening I had seen it before but not like this, he was actually…well…good.
“They call me River”
“River?!”
“yes sir, River Casey, the rivercat of Nepean and Im pleased to make your acquaintance”
“River Cat Casey huh”
“that’s right, and now that we are friends, why don’t you come around this corner here, Ive got something to show you.”
Ha, no I’m lying! River was o.k.
As young as I was, I still remember pondering just what the hell kind of name is that. I had asked him later on and he used to just sit with a smile, saying “my parents were hippies”, as a youngster this of course made no sense, but you’ll be happy to know that I am now fully aware that mama and papa River showed their loving support to the earth by rolling her up and smoking her.
God damn it hippies give the worst names, they really should be banned, both hippies and celebrities. I mean River seemed almost fitting for the man now, but as a kid? I don’t think so. I dare say they pretty much decided his future right there and then. I’m not doubting the parenting skills or anything like that but you name your kid Nigel, odds are your not looking down the barrel of a winner. God only knows what’s going to happen to poor Apple. I fear that senator Apple may not get a fair go. However I can’t say I blame em, how can anyone listen to a word anyone says when all you can do is think of pie, I do love pie though, mmm mmm sweet senator pie.
It’s odd to think about, how one single cinnamon influenced afternoon could make such a difference. Some time passed and I was honestly captivated by the atmosphere. River had it down, cover to cover and I learnt a lot through it. He installed a passion for music in me through which he taught me not just how to play and sing but how to entertain, that even the lowliest of person could be the object of peoples affection, if only for a glimpse.
For sometime I would return to Rivers spot 3,4 sometimes 5 times a week throwing in what money I could spare and jamming along with my gifted but kinda funky smelling friend.
I met many different types of people, from all different backgrounds and ideas at that spot, there was really only one purpose to anyone who intentionally showed up, But it was interesting to see in the different manners of which people would go about it, some would get jiggy with it, right there in an extremely extravagant display, others would show their support by throwing in some supplies and standing off to the side nodding away and simply agreeing with the show. And there was also others who might grab a guitar or some bongos and join in.
But there were others, some would attempt to dictate the pace requesting songs without ever throwing in to contribute, announcing how they do it and demanding we do the same, Ideally they were their in support but to me they had know business or authority to be demanding anything. But old River cared not, he would just throw me a glance with that smirk of his and calmly oblige to whatever request, it didn’t matter to him that it was a different thing every week or even that some things contradicted the prior demands. Even as a youngster I questioned the importance of these people, but River was the boss and I would do my best to comply.
8 years passed almost to the day, and things had un noticeably changed, I realise now that when things slowly change over a period of time, it is almost impossible to detect.
The imperial finger of blame had been directed at me by many, both friends and acquaintances alike, sadly I wish I could agree, for then I could have analysed and changed accordingly, for truth be told I loved what I was doing. Unfortunately this was not the case, I could not agree, honestly in my opinion, I simply just grew up.
I began to notice little differences at first, Rivers clothes began to get nicer and nicer which, you know, is a good thing but with it, that sweet, wise old man was beginning to become a young, egotistical business man, if that makes sense. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, only the way he began to deal with situations and people had gotten to be almost disturbing and indecent. Understand that it may not have seemed so bad coming from some jerk in the office, but this was River, my beacon of light, the sign that there is still good in this world yet.
Another thing that I didn’t see until it was to late was the regular attendees seemed to be over run with the people not there to support River but to control and manipulate him, and me for that matter, to suit there own agendas. Between the arguments came the silent confrontations. Hidden smirks and pre meditated fights, said assailants would begin to pressure me and bait me, to which I would react quite irrationally only for River to scorn me, whilst standing in plain view as River did so they would stand smiling and winking satisfied in there deceit. Not even 90210 or Passions can prepare you for that kind of ordeal.
Then the days came when River stopped showing up altogether, I would cover him gladly though it was beginning to become remorsefully, only for River to show up later on to collect the earnings.
I never once took a cent from that guitar case, it wasn’t mine to take. I loved playing alongside and for him, I loved most of the people that were involved in his streetlight production and I really respected and trusted River enough to be there for him despite the circumstances.
None of these things made much of a difference to me. Don’t get me wrong, they sucked, Hard! But they were never enough for me to walk away. The kicker was River began to stop talking to me. In the old days we would sit and chat, he’d tell me bout his crazy stories and I’d ask him if he thought Mary had cooties or not. River was more than a friend to me, River was family and the growing distance, made the whole musical service seem pointless and time waisting.
To make matters worse, I began to need times for study, times when my job or girlfriend came first, River always proclaimed he understood but as I was unable to be there 5 times a week anymore tension was beginning to surface.
It got to the point where I would arrive, play, throw some cash into the pot and be on my way without even a single positive look from River, he would accuse me of lying about where I was and not contributing as much as before both money and time wise, seemingly unaware that I was in fact, volunteering my support, services and finances.
Here say and slanderess gossip began to flow between River and these others whom I’d had contested. Rumours of me undercutting River, reached his ears and by this point he did not speak to me at all. Never once did he ask me if there was truth in their words. Ironically I had always assumed that if he believed it he would ask me, and he was under the belief that if it wasn’t true I would come say something (assuming that I knew.)
And then one day, he spoke. I’d almost forgotten what he sounded like.
I was early that day, because I couldn’t stay too long. I assumed that’s why he was there, I figured he wasn’t expecting me so early as an explanation for his rare appearance. I through a look over to him as a replacement of saying hi, but he seemed to be busy with whatever. Case flipped open I assumed the position and began to tune.
“I wouldn’t make yourself to comfortable kid, you and me gotta talk”
I lifted my head to find River standing over me, with business written all over his now well shaven face.
“This here, what we’re doing, it’s finished o.k! You’re out. you have no place here anymore”
He didn’t wait for a rebuttal, almost immediately he turned and began to walk away.
“Are you kidding me, I told you I can’t make it Sundays anymore! and you know damn well why.
River was all business now and continued to walk away with out any acknowledgement.
“it doesn’t have to end like this River, you owe me more than this”
His head dropped as he stopped walking.
“its nothing personal, but I got rules now, its just how it is”
“Personal! Not personal, Ive come back here for 8 years River, ive given you my time and my money, I put this before my career and even my girlfriend. Ive stuck through 3 years of complete bullshit just so you can turn around and say the place that I have earnt is no longer mine, and you wanna tell me its not personal”
“this was inevitable, you know that. Right from the start you were never gonna be like us, and now it’s like you act like your always annoyed or angry. Just seems like you don’t wanna be here anymore”
Both of our voices were beginning to escalate, as two years of built up aggression was finally seeing the light of day.
“of course I don’t seem happy, you treat me like shit River. All I ever wanted to do was be a part of this and you haven’t spoken to me in months, you learn every bit of information from your dick head groupies and cut me off every chance you get, and yet I stayed like an idiot, hoping that just Fucking once, someone could see the reason that I’m still here.”
“You act like you make the rules here, but you don’t. This is my game, not yours and your part in all of this is over”
“Rules, since when has anything we do here represent your legalistic declarations created off the bat of your own egotistical, manipulated mind! and would you mind telling me just what the hell has that to do with anything, just what the hell is all this about?”
“YOU!!! IT’S ABOUT YOU, O.K”
And then there was silence.
The loudest silence I have ever witnessed. The best I could do was stare blankly at him, I had never heard River scream like that before.
After a few deep breaths, he re adjusted his composure and returned to a normal volume.
“Its you kid, I hate it but it’s you, everything you’ve done here, everything! its erased by every problem that you being here has created. Your fault or not, you gone means problems gone.”
“River, you cant mean that, your…your selling me out.”
“enough o.k, just let it go. You need to be a man about this now, you just don’t belong here.”
“8 years and this is how it ends? There is no coming back from this you know, this changes everything.”
“Coming back? I think we both know you ain’t ever coming back”
No goodbyes and no apologies. Just like that, it was over. I placed my guitar inside her case, as River turned his back for the very last time. I began to walk, where? I did not know, I was merely floating, hovering if you will, in and out of the boardwalks and Starbucks’s of Sydney’s westend.
1999 – 2007
14 – 22,
Such was my time at that corner. The now concreted pavement, that was once my home away from home, remains nothing more than the worlds education to a somewhat naïve kid.
From that very spot, I have seen businesses go up and businesses go under, constant renovations and technology advancements. I sore people change, change back and change again and yet as I turned to gaze back, it had seemed as if only a moment had passed since that day all those years ago.
I wished it all had been just that, a moment, a glimpse, just a bad trip from an otherwise delicious cinnamon experience.
I glared expectantly into my reflection off a nearby shop window, hoping for that 14 year old kid to be staring right back at me, wishing I could warn him, hoping I could stop him. But no matter how many times I clicked my heels, the only one staring back at me was this unimpressed, bitter man.
I could see the distrusting nature in his eyes, the burning anger of his waisted years. He shrugged at me and I shrugged back, I asked what had happened and he kicked me in the crutch.
I hobbled down the busy boardwalks of Sydneys west, I wasn’t lost, nor did I know where I was headed, shuffling in and out of the department stores and Starbucks’s, with every 5 syllable beverage, becoming more and more high to its blend. Only one thought, only one ambition circulating through my mind.
“God, I wish I had another Donut, hot damn that would be sweet.”
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
It's where it's at!
Well, Its been a while and things have changed, quite substantially as a matter of fact.
Consequently in the heat of everything my Blog has been talking some serious shit about me to all his other Blog buddies.
”bitch bitch, moan moan", whatever. Turns out my blog is a bit of a girl and surprisingly sexist for that matter, for reasons that remain inconclusive. So, in light of my blogs apparent feelings of neglect and abuse, allegedly an explanation was in order.
I believe at some point I realised there is so much more to life then simply putting up with, ultimately un important shit from ultimately, un important people. Granted there were some, and they are few, that I retain the utmost respect and affection for, but to you I would ask just how much more was I suppose to take? In the grand scheme of things the whole operation simply wasn’t worth my time anymore and if you didn’t see that! then it is more than probable that you yourself are one of the many ignorant dickheads whom I’ve come to understand just might be the stupidest people to have ever lived.
Seriously, there should be laws to stop you from reproducing, I fear for your children!
In my weaker moments I can’t help but feel that maybe I was a little to trusting for my own good. To not only believe in the cause but believe in the people was clearly the basis of my downfall. It’s quite a harsh reality to face when you look back over the years and realise the time you have waisted, upon reflection the best I can do is bury my head in my hands that I could have been so naive.
About 10 months back I quit my job, it wasn't a big deal I didnt love the place nor did I scheme for its demise, to me working there was more of a stepping stone more than anything, a stone which served its purpose extremely well! or so I thought. A stepping stone as it were, but it aloud me to do certain extra curriculum activities, as the workload was kind of a joke. Actually it was kind of an in joke on account that the only people who knew, kept quite so the people who pay the bills continued to pay up.
so like I said as the pay checks came through, I was able to perform various tasks like, this Blog, Balance my check book, do my taxes, do the taxes of a small republican cotenant and raise a small Albanian boy in a giant bubble whilst all the while the workload is being completed, no one’s the wiser and everybody remains happy, exept for Guan, that boy was always sad.
Naturally when I decided to pull the plug after an impressive Job offer, all these things took a major hit, I lost time to write and had to focus on the new job at hand. Truth be told this has become quite difficult for me to handle. To me writing has just been something I did in between life, so to speak. Understand I love to write but I am very much aware of my talents in comparrison to an actual writer, and it pales, oh how it pales!
Either way between this blog and the Novel I've been trying to pump out, when the change in business structure came, I had to allocate times, sacrificing social events and numerous cock fights to allow time for a bit of pen to paper action for the first time in, well...ever.
You know I really wanted that rattle, I pushed, I conquered and I took that rattle as if its very creation was for no other purpose then thine, and now, I sit, motionless, grasping the oddly provocative shaped plastic, wondering just what it might be like if that kids oversized plastic keys were mine.
I've always been a sucker for the over dramatic, impulsiveness is kind of my thing. Ironically though, I purposely went against my instincts and chose the sensible smart alternative which in turn revealed itself to be in sink with pretty much every impulsive and reckless decision I have made up to this point.
I crunch numbers, it’s what I do. In little but not to much more detail, I justify the companies forecasts taking, adding and hiding the losses from every transaction in and out of the company, kind of a less dignified spin doctor for the monthly auditors.
But in that lies the problem
I have recently discovered I don’t like crunching numbers, in fact I would go as far to say, I hate crunching numbers and it has only just now dawned on me that the career ive created for myself is pretty much exactly that!
Frick!
So now 23 years to the day I am royally fucked! for any possible outcome that I can conceive leaves a person I care a great deal about, up the creek with no paddle, no canoe and no pants.
You see in the red corner we have weighing in at a quite substantial amount of money, Flex days, minimal stress levels and a sturdy living, selling out to the man, the FO.
And in the blue corner weighing at an incredible poverty rating, sniffing paint & following his dreams bar the consequences, he’s smart, he’s intelligent he’s sleeping in a cardboard box. The uni student.
Convenience is the real villain here, I know what I want! But like many people I have grown accustom to a certain standard of living, I like my caviar served out of a woman’s stiletto and so I fear the way of the student will be some what unable to cater for such a desire.
Despite the fact that I am no longer a 19 year old strapping buck anymore with a pocket full of dreams and an age to carry them out, there is also the fact that I know me, I know what happens when I get an Idea in my head, I shoot for it but when I get a newer Idea contradictive of the new idea (which has now become the old idea), the old Idea (formally the new idea) becomes obsolete and the newer idea (or newest idea) is thus forth the future as I know it. Long story short I cant help myself.
The windows of opportunity are getting smaller and smaller with every day. I’m not saying that there is no other alternative once you select your path, merely pointing out that nobody wants to be the guy who is a 70 year old office junior attempting to make a better life for himself, despite the fact its almost over.
So here is my dilemma, I purposely chose a sturdy career to build some stability, the future looks bland, safe but bland. I can travel, afford pretty things and know that I’m pretty set from this day forth, but there is a catch, at the risk of sounding ungrateful. I fear I may end up as some corporate zombie slaving away for the rest of my days in a job I strongly dislike. I told myself that I can suck it up from 9:00 to 5:00 for 5 days if it meant healthy rewards but as it turns out, yeah I don’t know if I wanna do that.
To make a confusing matter worse, I took this analogy to the higher powers at my work, stating I wish to go back to college and study more to which they intervened that they would pay for me to return to Uni, part time in the field of their choosing.
If ever I was handed a poison apple, that was it. It’s my fault really, I left the part out where I wished to study in a more abrupt field such as journalism or history, something away from the mind numbing, I wanna shoot you and everyone you care about spreadsheets.
So the choice has been handed down, time is running short and I have no idea what I’m gonna do and any attempt at seeking outside advice has been met with the same reaction.
“oh poor me, I got a stable job and a stable life, can’t a guy catch a break”
Which gets a little frustrating after a while, I suppose I want to believe that some people aren’t made for stable, that some are made for phenomenal and as long as phenomenal is around stable ain’t never going to cut it, although that is the very heights of my optimism I none the less hope and maybe in a way hope against its truth.
I am well aware that In the eye of the beholder it may not be the worst of problems to have but it’s still a pretty big deal for me right now.
So there it is.
Stay or Leave?
Confucius say: you are Fucked!
Consequently in the heat of everything my Blog has been talking some serious shit about me to all his other Blog buddies.
”bitch bitch, moan moan", whatever. Turns out my blog is a bit of a girl and surprisingly sexist for that matter, for reasons that remain inconclusive. So, in light of my blogs apparent feelings of neglect and abuse, allegedly an explanation was in order.
I believe at some point I realised there is so much more to life then simply putting up with, ultimately un important shit from ultimately, un important people. Granted there were some, and they are few, that I retain the utmost respect and affection for, but to you I would ask just how much more was I suppose to take? In the grand scheme of things the whole operation simply wasn’t worth my time anymore and if you didn’t see that! then it is more than probable that you yourself are one of the many ignorant dickheads whom I’ve come to understand just might be the stupidest people to have ever lived.
Seriously, there should be laws to stop you from reproducing, I fear for your children!
In my weaker moments I can’t help but feel that maybe I was a little to trusting for my own good. To not only believe in the cause but believe in the people was clearly the basis of my downfall. It’s quite a harsh reality to face when you look back over the years and realise the time you have waisted, upon reflection the best I can do is bury my head in my hands that I could have been so naive.
About 10 months back I quit my job, it wasn't a big deal I didnt love the place nor did I scheme for its demise, to me working there was more of a stepping stone more than anything, a stone which served its purpose extremely well! or so I thought. A stepping stone as it were, but it aloud me to do certain extra curriculum activities, as the workload was kind of a joke. Actually it was kind of an in joke on account that the only people who knew, kept quite so the people who pay the bills continued to pay up.
so like I said as the pay checks came through, I was able to perform various tasks like, this Blog, Balance my check book, do my taxes, do the taxes of a small republican cotenant and raise a small Albanian boy in a giant bubble whilst all the while the workload is being completed, no one’s the wiser and everybody remains happy, exept for Guan, that boy was always sad.
Naturally when I decided to pull the plug after an impressive Job offer, all these things took a major hit, I lost time to write and had to focus on the new job at hand. Truth be told this has become quite difficult for me to handle. To me writing has just been something I did in between life, so to speak. Understand I love to write but I am very much aware of my talents in comparrison to an actual writer, and it pales, oh how it pales!
Either way between this blog and the Novel I've been trying to pump out, when the change in business structure came, I had to allocate times, sacrificing social events and numerous cock fights to allow time for a bit of pen to paper action for the first time in, well...ever.
You know I really wanted that rattle, I pushed, I conquered and I took that rattle as if its very creation was for no other purpose then thine, and now, I sit, motionless, grasping the oddly provocative shaped plastic, wondering just what it might be like if that kids oversized plastic keys were mine.
I've always been a sucker for the over dramatic, impulsiveness is kind of my thing. Ironically though, I purposely went against my instincts and chose the sensible smart alternative which in turn revealed itself to be in sink with pretty much every impulsive and reckless decision I have made up to this point.
I crunch numbers, it’s what I do. In little but not to much more detail, I justify the companies forecasts taking, adding and hiding the losses from every transaction in and out of the company, kind of a less dignified spin doctor for the monthly auditors.
But in that lies the problem
I have recently discovered I don’t like crunching numbers, in fact I would go as far to say, I hate crunching numbers and it has only just now dawned on me that the career ive created for myself is pretty much exactly that!
Frick!
So now 23 years to the day I am royally fucked! for any possible outcome that I can conceive leaves a person I care a great deal about, up the creek with no paddle, no canoe and no pants.
You see in the red corner we have weighing in at a quite substantial amount of money, Flex days, minimal stress levels and a sturdy living, selling out to the man, the FO.
And in the blue corner weighing at an incredible poverty rating, sniffing paint & following his dreams bar the consequences, he’s smart, he’s intelligent he’s sleeping in a cardboard box. The uni student.
Convenience is the real villain here, I know what I want! But like many people I have grown accustom to a certain standard of living, I like my caviar served out of a woman’s stiletto and so I fear the way of the student will be some what unable to cater for such a desire.
Despite the fact that I am no longer a 19 year old strapping buck anymore with a pocket full of dreams and an age to carry them out, there is also the fact that I know me, I know what happens when I get an Idea in my head, I shoot for it but when I get a newer Idea contradictive of the new idea (which has now become the old idea), the old Idea (formally the new idea) becomes obsolete and the newer idea (or newest idea) is thus forth the future as I know it. Long story short I cant help myself.
The windows of opportunity are getting smaller and smaller with every day. I’m not saying that there is no other alternative once you select your path, merely pointing out that nobody wants to be the guy who is a 70 year old office junior attempting to make a better life for himself, despite the fact its almost over.
So here is my dilemma, I purposely chose a sturdy career to build some stability, the future looks bland, safe but bland. I can travel, afford pretty things and know that I’m pretty set from this day forth, but there is a catch, at the risk of sounding ungrateful. I fear I may end up as some corporate zombie slaving away for the rest of my days in a job I strongly dislike. I told myself that I can suck it up from 9:00 to 5:00 for 5 days if it meant healthy rewards but as it turns out, yeah I don’t know if I wanna do that.
To make a confusing matter worse, I took this analogy to the higher powers at my work, stating I wish to go back to college and study more to which they intervened that they would pay for me to return to Uni, part time in the field of their choosing.
If ever I was handed a poison apple, that was it. It’s my fault really, I left the part out where I wished to study in a more abrupt field such as journalism or history, something away from the mind numbing, I wanna shoot you and everyone you care about spreadsheets.
So the choice has been handed down, time is running short and I have no idea what I’m gonna do and any attempt at seeking outside advice has been met with the same reaction.
“oh poor me, I got a stable job and a stable life, can’t a guy catch a break”
Which gets a little frustrating after a while, I suppose I want to believe that some people aren’t made for stable, that some are made for phenomenal and as long as phenomenal is around stable ain’t never going to cut it, although that is the very heights of my optimism I none the less hope and maybe in a way hope against its truth.
I am well aware that In the eye of the beholder it may not be the worst of problems to have but it’s still a pretty big deal for me right now.
So there it is.
Stay or Leave?
Confucius say: you are Fucked!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Harshest Call to Date:
: Grant to Steven, after Steven apologises to Grant for unnecessarily lashing out:
Steven
"Dude I'm sorry, I’m just a little edgy at the moment. I gotta go to my sisters soon, she was 3 months and well she lost the baby, it’s been pretty tough."
Grant
"Oh that sucks man, and you just know it'll be in the last place she looks!"
FYI 5 seconds later Grant got socked right in the mouth!
Steven
"Dude I'm sorry, I’m just a little edgy at the moment. I gotta go to my sisters soon, she was 3 months and well she lost the baby, it’s been pretty tough."
Grant
"Oh that sucks man, and you just know it'll be in the last place she looks!"
FYI 5 seconds later Grant got socked right in the mouth!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The White Power Ranger
The "White Power" Ranger Harmless kids hero or urban folk legend for the KKK.
T.V writers really should be more careful with their wording.
The Red Power Ranger
"Oh God we are completely surrounded"
The Pink Power Ranger
"oh red ranger it seems being on the brink of extinction is what I needed to realise how much I...tear"
The Red Power Ranger
"Yes... (in anticipation)"
The Pink Power Ranger
"How much I..I lov..."
The Blue Power Ranger
"Look its the "White Power" Ranger"
The White Power Ranger
"Fear not my fellow Comrades. I the "White Power" ranger have come to protect you. No longer need you fear the evils that have come, for when we band together we are strong."
The African American Power Ranger
"Fa shizzle white rizzle"
The Pink Power Ranger
"My Hero"
10 mins of hardcore Kung Fu Acrobatics
The White Power Ranger
"Pink Ranger, darling (slightly out of breath). It seems dealing this brutal ass pounding has made me realise how much I love You"
The Pink Power Ranger
"Oh I love you too "White Power" Ranger. Your so strong and not at all naive in your ways".
The Red Power Ranger
"Fuck this is bull shit!!"
The African American Power Ranger
"Fa Shizzle my Red nizzle"
Voicemail on my mobile read missed call private number, for starters that shits me, takes the power right out of your hands doesn't it, you know someone needs to contact you but you are ultimately helpless to comply. That and the fact some random jack ass seems to believe their famous enough to make their number exclusive to the public, the whole don't call me I'll call you comes to mind and a small part of me dies inside every time it happens.
To Private numbers Australia says NO
But that's neither here nor there, soon after they called again and revealed that my secret admirer was actually my cousin. Long Time ago we used to be close but after a slight family altercation I hadn't seen any of my fathers side of the family in years. Again neither here, there or anywhere.
I had heard through the grape vine she had had her second child and reflecting on it, it was only a matter of time before I got the call. I stuttered and bumbled my way through the weak excuse of why I hadn't come to catch up and see her children but it was pretty clear that it was the result of extreme dickheadness and my involvement in that area. To her credit there was no hint of abuse and she was cheer full to extend a +1 invite to her humble establishment.
Events later that week found a detour picking up the missus, a stuffed teddy bear and I swear the biggest cheesecake I have ever seen. a few wrong turns and a slight awkwardness upon our arrival showed exactly how long it had been since I had made the trip. Dinner found the weirdness quickly disappearing and by dessert laughing and reminiscing like children as we devoured the monstrous cake which I'm sure was conceived in some form of swimming pool. Though family dinners and others of the sort always portray as some kind of chore, it was nice to see her again.
Eventually we were interrupted by the sleeping infant in the other room at which point I remembered that I had left the stuffed toy in the car. Retrieving the animal I returned to the house when suddenly I heard something that I had not heard in what had seemed to be an eternity, it was the yelling of several prehistoric creatures, one after the other.
Slowly I walked into the room amused to no end, finding my cousins first born offspring quietly watching the adventures of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I too was once age deprived and had often indulged in the viewing of the Rangers and their mightiness and was thrilled at the opportunity to do so once more. As I sat down to watch I began to notice something that I did not realise before.
Whilst enjoying the first class acting and intense storyline of it all some bad guys needed a whoopin and it was indeed Morphin time. First two guys - Red and Blue (No big deal right) white dude-white ranger (nothing suss there) , Feminine female chick - pink ranger (no surprises), token black guy- black ranger(????) Asian chick- Yellow Ranger(what??)
is it just me or does that strike anyone else as a little odd.
Bonus points for the multiculturalism of the show but was it entirely necessary to keep it like that even with their suits on? purple, gold, orange. nope we are gonna go with yellow people, I wonder if they hesitated at all.
Creator
o.k you ,your the white Ranger you uuhh blue! o.k and you two your black and yellow and you.........whats that?....huh....what do you mean do I think its a good idea to make her the yellow ranger, pull your head out of your ass and do some work will yah!I aint got time for your shit.
Perhaps un intentional, maybe overlooked or even the show existed before all that political correctness BS was around, nevertheless as I humorously accepted this new revelation it did slightly occur to me that to the right group of people it may appear to be somewhat offensive, maybe just a little.
I know its just a kids show but man if I was of oriental descent, Id be pissed ,I would so wanna Jackie Chan someones ass. Even the black ranger is pushing it in this day and age where you have to call a black board a chalk board because of the fragile ears we have developed. I suppose they could have gone all out and made the red ranger an Indian American named Running Bear or something but that would just be tasteless.
I guess it will go down as one of life's great mystery's as to how and why it even happened and Id be lying if I said I didn't find it ridiculously amusing however offensive it may be but some insight came As I shot a glance at my cousins youngling and found a slight comfort in the fact they he instead of enjoying the tasteless humour of his fellow viewer, he was merely enjoying the high tensile action that is the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
my basic overview, however controversial it may be it still is just a kids show. its quite possible its mealy the result of our politically correct minds rather than white supremacist propaganda designed to sublimely brain wash the young and the nerdy. Ive been wrong before but that's pretty much were I'm gonna stand in this important matter of congress. To those who feel the need to protest the vile injustice that is the root of there morphing powers maybe for your sanity you might want to consider the old saying of "Build a bridge and punch yourself in the fucking mouth."
For me though the hardest hurdle to get over was trying to explain to my better half why instead of joining them with the adults I was in the lounge room curled up with a teddy bear watching power rangers...the jokes that followed were both emotionally and physically crippling.... agreed not some of my best form.
Red Power Ranger
"Fuck this is bull shit!!"
African American Power Ranger
"Fa shizzle my Red nizzle"
T.V writers really should be more careful with their wording.
The Red Power Ranger
"Oh God we are completely surrounded"
The Pink Power Ranger
"oh red ranger it seems being on the brink of extinction is what I needed to realise how much I...tear"
The Red Power Ranger
"Yes... (in anticipation)"
The Pink Power Ranger
"How much I..I lov..."
The Blue Power Ranger
"Look its the "White Power" Ranger"
The White Power Ranger
"Fear not my fellow Comrades. I the "White Power" ranger have come to protect you. No longer need you fear the evils that have come, for when we band together we are strong."
The African American Power Ranger
"Fa shizzle white rizzle"
The Pink Power Ranger
"My Hero"
10 mins of hardcore Kung Fu Acrobatics
The White Power Ranger
"Pink Ranger, darling (slightly out of breath). It seems dealing this brutal ass pounding has made me realise how much I love You"
The Pink Power Ranger
"Oh I love you too "White Power" Ranger. Your so strong and not at all naive in your ways".
The Red Power Ranger
"Fuck this is bull shit!!"
The African American Power Ranger
"Fa Shizzle my Red nizzle"
Voicemail on my mobile read missed call private number, for starters that shits me, takes the power right out of your hands doesn't it, you know someone needs to contact you but you are ultimately helpless to comply. That and the fact some random jack ass seems to believe their famous enough to make their number exclusive to the public, the whole don't call me I'll call you comes to mind and a small part of me dies inside every time it happens.
To Private numbers Australia says NO
But that's neither here nor there, soon after they called again and revealed that my secret admirer was actually my cousin. Long Time ago we used to be close but after a slight family altercation I hadn't seen any of my fathers side of the family in years. Again neither here, there or anywhere.
I had heard through the grape vine she had had her second child and reflecting on it, it was only a matter of time before I got the call. I stuttered and bumbled my way through the weak excuse of why I hadn't come to catch up and see her children but it was pretty clear that it was the result of extreme dickheadness and my involvement in that area. To her credit there was no hint of abuse and she was cheer full to extend a +1 invite to her humble establishment.
Events later that week found a detour picking up the missus, a stuffed teddy bear and I swear the biggest cheesecake I have ever seen. a few wrong turns and a slight awkwardness upon our arrival showed exactly how long it had been since I had made the trip. Dinner found the weirdness quickly disappearing and by dessert laughing and reminiscing like children as we devoured the monstrous cake which I'm sure was conceived in some form of swimming pool. Though family dinners and others of the sort always portray as some kind of chore, it was nice to see her again.
Eventually we were interrupted by the sleeping infant in the other room at which point I remembered that I had left the stuffed toy in the car. Retrieving the animal I returned to the house when suddenly I heard something that I had not heard in what had seemed to be an eternity, it was the yelling of several prehistoric creatures, one after the other.
Slowly I walked into the room amused to no end, finding my cousins first born offspring quietly watching the adventures of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I too was once age deprived and had often indulged in the viewing of the Rangers and their mightiness and was thrilled at the opportunity to do so once more. As I sat down to watch I began to notice something that I did not realise before.
Whilst enjoying the first class acting and intense storyline of it all some bad guys needed a whoopin and it was indeed Morphin time. First two guys - Red and Blue (No big deal right) white dude-white ranger (nothing suss there) , Feminine female chick - pink ranger (no surprises), token black guy- black ranger(????) Asian chick- Yellow Ranger(what??)
is it just me or does that strike anyone else as a little odd.
Bonus points for the multiculturalism of the show but was it entirely necessary to keep it like that even with their suits on? purple, gold, orange. nope we are gonna go with yellow people, I wonder if they hesitated at all.
Creator
o.k you ,your the white Ranger you uuhh blue! o.k and you two your black and yellow and you.........whats that?....huh....what do you mean do I think its a good idea to make her the yellow ranger, pull your head out of your ass and do some work will yah!I aint got time for your shit.
Perhaps un intentional, maybe overlooked or even the show existed before all that political correctness BS was around, nevertheless as I humorously accepted this new revelation it did slightly occur to me that to the right group of people it may appear to be somewhat offensive, maybe just a little.
I know its just a kids show but man if I was of oriental descent, Id be pissed ,I would so wanna Jackie Chan someones ass. Even the black ranger is pushing it in this day and age where you have to call a black board a chalk board because of the fragile ears we have developed. I suppose they could have gone all out and made the red ranger an Indian American named Running Bear or something but that would just be tasteless.
I guess it will go down as one of life's great mystery's as to how and why it even happened and Id be lying if I said I didn't find it ridiculously amusing however offensive it may be but some insight came As I shot a glance at my cousins youngling and found a slight comfort in the fact they he instead of enjoying the tasteless humour of his fellow viewer, he was merely enjoying the high tensile action that is the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
my basic overview, however controversial it may be it still is just a kids show. its quite possible its mealy the result of our politically correct minds rather than white supremacist propaganda designed to sublimely brain wash the young and the nerdy. Ive been wrong before but that's pretty much were I'm gonna stand in this important matter of congress. To those who feel the need to protest the vile injustice that is the root of there morphing powers maybe for your sanity you might want to consider the old saying of "Build a bridge and punch yourself in the fucking mouth."
For me though the hardest hurdle to get over was trying to explain to my better half why instead of joining them with the adults I was in the lounge room curled up with a teddy bear watching power rangers...the jokes that followed were both emotionally and physically crippling.... agreed not some of my best form.
Red Power Ranger
"Fuck this is bull shit!!"
African American Power Ranger
"Fa shizzle my Red nizzle"
Friday, August 3, 2007
You ever get the feeling God doesnt like you?
Normally I try to shy away from this particular type of post and even talking about it at all really, the way I see it there is not a living breathing soul that has not been let down, broken or had there heart stomped on and though there is comfort found in the consolidation in others, in the end the more you talk about it the longer the situation lingers and the angrier you get... However having encountered such an astonishing sight recently, I couldn't help but write about it.
It starts with yours truly once again finding myself ducking and weaving the consequences of what seems to be my previous life. Stubbornly remaining in a place where integrity is disintegrated by a few well placed lies, watching in utter dis belief and disgust as situations and the people involved are manipulated right before my very eyes over and over again.
Completely defeated by an opponent much more skilled then I in the ways of deception and dishonesty. learning with every new day that the guilty need only cry on the stand for false validation. Justice it would seem is only for those who would play the game.
I quicken my pace to the door watched by those who know but Ignore to keep peace whilst the ignorant judge from behind a smile and out stretched hand. no sourer taste is left in ones mouth than being crushed for holding ones end of the deal and no feeling harder to control than that of vengeance.
Being some what of a God fearing man or at the very least aware of his existence I began to way up the situation and question its importance. Was it all part of a plan, some Divine intervention shit or was it all just a major fuck up. Is there some lesson to be learnt here or had even the almighty bought into the Bull shit advertised. As theory's of insight came and went an argument within myself forged resulting in asking nay demanding for a sign an update if you will, of Gods current status in it all.
With that, in that very moment the sky began to move, slowly at first but then began to merge in a circular motion not knowing what to make of it all I reached for a my camera and began snapping away, content in the fact that my answer was indeed at hand. shapes and curves forming and disappearing moulding a message, my message, my Revelation of reason and insight of events to come displayed boldly in the sky. at last the higher powers had intervened.
No words can describe the horrifying numbness felt when in one single, biblical moment all that has occurred finally made sense.
(sigh) well that definitely makes a lot of sense.
It starts with yours truly once again finding myself ducking and weaving the consequences of what seems to be my previous life. Stubbornly remaining in a place where integrity is disintegrated by a few well placed lies, watching in utter dis belief and disgust as situations and the people involved are manipulated right before my very eyes over and over again.
Completely defeated by an opponent much more skilled then I in the ways of deception and dishonesty. learning with every new day that the guilty need only cry on the stand for false validation. Justice it would seem is only for those who would play the game.
I quicken my pace to the door watched by those who know but Ignore to keep peace whilst the ignorant judge from behind a smile and out stretched hand. no sourer taste is left in ones mouth than being crushed for holding ones end of the deal and no feeling harder to control than that of vengeance.
Being some what of a God fearing man or at the very least aware of his existence I began to way up the situation and question its importance. Was it all part of a plan, some Divine intervention shit or was it all just a major fuck up. Is there some lesson to be learnt here or had even the almighty bought into the Bull shit advertised. As theory's of insight came and went an argument within myself forged resulting in asking nay demanding for a sign an update if you will, of Gods current status in it all.
With that, in that very moment the sky began to move, slowly at first but then began to merge in a circular motion not knowing what to make of it all I reached for a my camera and began snapping away, content in the fact that my answer was indeed at hand. shapes and curves forming and disappearing moulding a message, my message, my Revelation of reason and insight of events to come displayed boldly in the sky. at last the higher powers had intervened.
No words can describe the horrifying numbness felt when in one single, biblical moment all that has occurred finally made sense.
(sigh) well that definitely makes a lot of sense.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Thems the Rules
There are a few traditions in my circle of friends, last to be blind pays for the taxi, all new members are to be taunted and ridiculed with out compassion, sexual or racial consent for two weeks and of course NO tag backs off a double play at anytime EVER!!!
But no greater commandment given unto us than thou shalt not mingle with thine other gender on thow Thursday night... for Thursday was poker night. Beer, cigars, gambling, boob talk the whole kitten kaboodle at least for the guys that is. We have never really known what the girls get up to, we can only assume the obvious that their nights consist of intense political and sociological tea party's and high action pillow fighting in there underwear. Although we have no evidence of this all signs of common sense and relative thinking point to no other possible conclusion.
Whatever the case come Thursday we split, all contacts with the opposite sex are to be crushed up , mixed with a combination of fruit, yogurt, milk and ice cream, Blended into a delicious tropical smoothie and disposed of accordingly! no buts, thems the rules
Now these nights are held in random locations thus to prevent any assault from the enemy, kind of a default setting to the protection of our rights as men. Each of us sworn to secrecy under penalty of kitchen wench detail, one night in particular was held at kev's house, now we normally kick of at 9:00 so as 9:15 rolled along and the chips and cards had not been dealt some of the guys seemed to be getting a little rowdy I on the other hand was not really paying attention for I have spent the better half of our guy nights trying to seduce Kev into at least experimenting with cigars. The guy’s a former athlete so he's all your body is a temple and quite stubborn in the matter I might add and so over the time that I’ve known him its become a personnel goal for some of us to save Kev from being such a bitch.
So as I was subtly Suggesting to Kev that perhaps he might feel a little more comfortable at the girls softcore tea party nights the phone rang to which Kev answered but not before subtly back handing me upside the back of the head. So who was that? to which he answered "the wife". Silence struck the room with all the cautiousness of a marching band. w..w..why would she be calling? a question to which the answer I must admit I knew, I think in a way we all knew. I think all men know when the moment make itself known.
Kev turned his head and struck a pose in a true days of our lives fashion, one eyebrow cocked. "because their coming!"… camera zooms in on his face! then zooms out from a close up of us! then zooms back in on Kevs face and holds for about three seconds to long, annnnd cut! end scene, go to commercial.
us
but....but its Thursday and the rules! what about the rules man, did you even think about the rules! I don’t think your thinking about the rules!
kev
I know about the rules o.k, I was there when they were forged.
us
This cannot happen
kev
well you do something then, I ain't sleeping on the couch tonight
me
Bitch, smoke the dam cigar!!
I am no coward but there was wisdom in his words, for we all knew the repercussions of standing in between these girls and there intentions. As strong a man as you may think you are, you do not want to unleash this upon your world! no sir these girls do not play by the general rules of engagement hair pulling, slapping, biting, scratching are all part of the repertoire, they may look pretty and petite but make no mistake there will be no hesitation as to removing your head from your shoulders
As the numerous theories and ideas of how to stop this from happening were being forwarded the sound of cars pulling up had the same impact as that of gun shots and with giggles and screams burst through the door to find us stunned like squirrels in the high beam hypnotised by the beauty yet slightly aware of the events to come, however it didn't stop us from attempting to act casual and play it cool.
me
hey yah guys fancy seeing you here?
Angela
oh I know we just decided it might be fun to play poker with you guys tonight
me
oh yeah that would be fun wouldn't it guys mmhhmm but you see we don't have enough chips and we'd be here all night with this many people, its a shame its a.. a dam shame.
Angela
What’s the matter baby gotta be home to mommy before bedtime or you just to scared to lose to girls.
me
yes mummy will be very upset but its Thursday and we have rules, all of us do and who are we to break them. It…it just wouldn't be lawful besides its poker
Angela
what the hell are you babbling about? I know the rules, wait what do you mean its poker are you trying to say woman are.....blah blah blah........you jerk ......blah blah.......sexist pig....Blah.... i can be twice the man you are......Blah......why don't you go fu...
me
I'm out
and with that I retreated to the fridge to drink my stupidity away and think about what I'd done. all eyes shot to Kev he was not prepared and obviously disturbed by being in the whole situation.
Kev
Baby I love you but how would you like it if we invited ourselves to whatever you girls were doing on a Thursday. you wouldn't like it
Angela
of course we wouldn't mind kevin don't be ridiculous
evidently kicking down their door in our underwear, pillows blazing is now a perfectly acceptable practice knock.....knock.....knock hey girls we just decided it would be fun.
At the risk of boring you I wont continue to describe every conversation from that night but I Will say we yelled, we laughed and we cried, there was a cheeky leprechaun and Kev never tried the cigar.
Needless to say the girls got there way guys night was cancelled and we ended up going out instead. All in all it wasn't a bad night, it never really is. They never told us why they decided to reign upon our guys night and our manhood but I guess the lesson I learnt is guys care much more about guys night then girls care about girls night or girls care about guys night or girls care about basically anything we got going on.
Not sure why but I'm a male so I guess I'm not suppose to know. There were plans for revenge but by the next week we lacked motivation although due to increasing paranoia and the very possibility that it could happen again security has kicked up a notch. all poker nights are held in a cave behind a book case, down the poles in between the batmobile and the big ass t.v screen
But no greater commandment given unto us than thou shalt not mingle with thine other gender on thow Thursday night... for Thursday was poker night. Beer, cigars, gambling, boob talk the whole kitten kaboodle at least for the guys that is. We have never really known what the girls get up to, we can only assume the obvious that their nights consist of intense political and sociological tea party's and high action pillow fighting in there underwear. Although we have no evidence of this all signs of common sense and relative thinking point to no other possible conclusion.
Whatever the case come Thursday we split, all contacts with the opposite sex are to be crushed up , mixed with a combination of fruit, yogurt, milk and ice cream, Blended into a delicious tropical smoothie and disposed of accordingly! no buts, thems the rules
Now these nights are held in random locations thus to prevent any assault from the enemy, kind of a default setting to the protection of our rights as men. Each of us sworn to secrecy under penalty of kitchen wench detail, one night in particular was held at kev's house, now we normally kick of at 9:00 so as 9:15 rolled along and the chips and cards had not been dealt some of the guys seemed to be getting a little rowdy I on the other hand was not really paying attention for I have spent the better half of our guy nights trying to seduce Kev into at least experimenting with cigars. The guy’s a former athlete so he's all your body is a temple and quite stubborn in the matter I might add and so over the time that I’ve known him its become a personnel goal for some of us to save Kev from being such a bitch.
So as I was subtly Suggesting to Kev that perhaps he might feel a little more comfortable at the girls softcore tea party nights the phone rang to which Kev answered but not before subtly back handing me upside the back of the head. So who was that? to which he answered "the wife". Silence struck the room with all the cautiousness of a marching band. w..w..why would she be calling? a question to which the answer I must admit I knew, I think in a way we all knew. I think all men know when the moment make itself known.
Kev turned his head and struck a pose in a true days of our lives fashion, one eyebrow cocked. "because their coming!"… camera zooms in on his face! then zooms out from a close up of us! then zooms back in on Kevs face and holds for about three seconds to long, annnnd cut! end scene, go to commercial.
us
but....but its Thursday and the rules! what about the rules man, did you even think about the rules! I don’t think your thinking about the rules!
kev
I know about the rules o.k, I was there when they were forged.
us
This cannot happen
kev
well you do something then, I ain't sleeping on the couch tonight
me
Bitch, smoke the dam cigar!!
I am no coward but there was wisdom in his words, for we all knew the repercussions of standing in between these girls and there intentions. As strong a man as you may think you are, you do not want to unleash this upon your world! no sir these girls do not play by the general rules of engagement hair pulling, slapping, biting, scratching are all part of the repertoire, they may look pretty and petite but make no mistake there will be no hesitation as to removing your head from your shoulders
As the numerous theories and ideas of how to stop this from happening were being forwarded the sound of cars pulling up had the same impact as that of gun shots and with giggles and screams burst through the door to find us stunned like squirrels in the high beam hypnotised by the beauty yet slightly aware of the events to come, however it didn't stop us from attempting to act casual and play it cool.
me
hey yah guys fancy seeing you here?
Angela
oh I know we just decided it might be fun to play poker with you guys tonight
me
oh yeah that would be fun wouldn't it guys mmhhmm but you see we don't have enough chips and we'd be here all night with this many people, its a shame its a.. a dam shame.
Angela
What’s the matter baby gotta be home to mommy before bedtime or you just to scared to lose to girls.
me
yes mummy will be very upset but its Thursday and we have rules, all of us do and who are we to break them. It…it just wouldn't be lawful besides its poker
Angela
what the hell are you babbling about? I know the rules, wait what do you mean its poker are you trying to say woman are.....blah blah blah........you jerk ......blah blah.......sexist pig....Blah.... i can be twice the man you are......Blah......why don't you go fu...
me
I'm out
and with that I retreated to the fridge to drink my stupidity away and think about what I'd done. all eyes shot to Kev he was not prepared and obviously disturbed by being in the whole situation.
Kev
Baby I love you but how would you like it if we invited ourselves to whatever you girls were doing on a Thursday. you wouldn't like it
Angela
of course we wouldn't mind kevin don't be ridiculous
evidently kicking down their door in our underwear, pillows blazing is now a perfectly acceptable practice knock.....knock.....knock hey girls we just decided it would be fun.
At the risk of boring you I wont continue to describe every conversation from that night but I Will say we yelled, we laughed and we cried, there was a cheeky leprechaun and Kev never tried the cigar.
Needless to say the girls got there way guys night was cancelled and we ended up going out instead. All in all it wasn't a bad night, it never really is. They never told us why they decided to reign upon our guys night and our manhood but I guess the lesson I learnt is guys care much more about guys night then girls care about girls night or girls care about guys night or girls care about basically anything we got going on.
Not sure why but I'm a male so I guess I'm not suppose to know. There were plans for revenge but by the next week we lacked motivation although due to increasing paranoia and the very possibility that it could happen again security has kicked up a notch. all poker nights are held in a cave behind a book case, down the poles in between the batmobile and the big ass t.v screen
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
the enviro what?
It isn't often that I leave a conversation feeling as if all occupants would have been better off had I just been smart enough to point to an obvious distraction and do the bunny, leaving the assailant and my dignity in a binding state of confusion and disbelief.
Just as Jesus said "be the bigger man, leg it for the greater good".
Lately in between work hours ive found myself enjoying the scenery of Hyde park followed by a stroll through Martin place. At the risk of sounding a little new age I somehow find it relaxing, not sensual or anything weird like that but as far as stress relief from earning another dollar for the man a stroll around the city always comes up trumps. That is, right up until you reach the Villa. aah the Villa, where would we be without you?
The Villa is what some of us like to call that little section in the middle of the main courtyard where every foundation known on God's green earth congregates together in order to trap unexpected prey into signing away whatever money can be scrounged up. On a good day there may only be 1 or 2 in which if your quick and avoid all forms of eye contact you may just make it to your lunch appointment. however on the big days its all systems go, booths lined up like the cavalry. Forcing patrons into an un avoidable bottle neck, herding us like sheep dogs into our gate to face certain guilt and time deprivation. There can be no escape.
After my scheduled hike through Sydney's best I hit the villa at a fairly hesitant pace, being on the brink of a long weekend the thought had crossed my mind of the danger ahead, however being somewhat of a lazy nature I decided against the detour and headed straight for it. MISTAKE. I was immediately drawn to the error of my ways as I followed the crowd into the red zone to find the Villa in full flight. a terrified shriek "Oh Dear God No" from the left of the crowd sent us Turning back in desperation for an escape but it was to late, the damage was done, we never had a chance.
Maneuvering my way in and out of the civilian traffic I found myself completely surrounded with no where to hide. To the left Drug awareness for kids. To the right, Kids off the street. Behind me, aids off the kids and Up ahead, Helping Aids of the streets through cancer, drugs and other Kid related practices.
Now joined by what was left of the panic stricken crowd, common courtesy and street etiquette went flying out the window. Charlie had the drop on us and it was every man, woman and child for themselves. Side stepping my way through the chaos, a faint sign of light began to appear to the rear of the pack. Darting directly for it, I was stopped in my tracks by a seemingly familiar voice.
"Oh hey man"
Naturally I stopped to greet who I could only presume to be a long lost relative or childhood friend with whom contact was at some point lost in the translation. So I turned only to see a man in which I had absolutely no recollection of standing tall in a green sports shirt holding a clipboard in one hand and my gullibility in the other. Oh you sneaky son of a bitch. got me with the old meet and greet, bastard.
"you got a couple of minutes to talk about the environment"
"well actually man I gotta take off i have to..."
"you know us humans have really done a number on this earth"
"yeah your right were all assholes, look I'm real sorry but i have to..."
"did you know that...
The next 10 mins consisted of an un interuptable speech on global warming, pollution, the weather changes and all sorts of fun facts about how the environment is gonna hand our asses to us. To which I smiled and nodded away, filling in the occasional "really" and "oh thats crazy".
"so you see if we don't stop it now were gonna lose this earth man"
"We??... as in you and me??"
"yes us man we can all do our part you do your part so we can do ours"
"uh huh and my part would be...?"
"just donate whatever you can or sign up for weekly payments so we can save this world"
"fair enough, but I'm not really big on signing contracts on the street and to be honest um I'm not real sure about the whole, you know how this should concern uh me.."
"what!? dude in say the next 100 years the ozone layer could be completely gone if we don't stop this"
"But wont I be dead by then"
"well I guess"
"so isn't that like my great grand kids problem"
He stopped and stared right at me almost paralyzed with disgust. Eyes burning with passionate anger. I was kinda surprised that he didn't take a shot at me with his clipboard from the look on his face. I mean he was pissed
"you know what its cause of jerks like you that we are all in this mess. go on piss off and wait for the storm then we'll see, then what are you gonna do."
"sorry dude I just don't think that..."
"Yeah I know what you think. you think that putting your can in the recycling is your contribution! well good on you! thanks for the aluminium now the rest of us are trying to keep this earth going"
"but.."
" just get lost I have no time for people like you. Go! do nothing! and hope we fix the problem. then you'll see"
I began to back peddle away slowly, feeling a little embarrassed about being served by Green peace. Now that man right there, he really loves his earth, how harsh was that.
He did however get me thinking, eventually somethings gotta give right? at some point the universe is gonna get fed up with our shit and retaliate and there can be no doubt that when mother nature and father time finally do have it out in the ultimate free for all cage match, the battle will be nothing short of spectacular.
I can only imagine the intensity as mother nature leaps from the top cage onto a seemingly un conscious big daddy time for the clincher only to find the patented and all but expected switch involving a sudden, super human burst of energy and the likes of a folding chair sending mother nature out of the cage and into the waiting glove of a hope filled youngster... going going gone...and she is outer here. Unfortunately good old father time is crippled with age by shear definition and suffers a stroke from all the excitement. fancy that, nobody wins...we all lose.
Be that as it may I still find myself reluctant to give a shit. Its not like I don't wanna care, I just don't and the very idea that I was not concerned about a situation as big as this left me in quite an uncomfortable mind set, I was actually a little disappointed in myself, is that even possible, apparently so, Dam Villa.
I guess from my perspective I just can't. Aside from living in the present where technology and ignorance run rampid, honestly for all that Hippies work on the street it isn't doing anything other than what is already being done. We have had the technology to use ulterior fuels for sometime but have been kept at bay by greedy oil companies and as far as I know Australia signed that Minimum pollution agreement last year so what do you want from little old me? The ozone isn't gonna repair itself and even if we could stop all pollution who would want to? O.k kids, big news! your mother and I have decided to move into a cave, ride horses to work (that one actually doesn't seem so bad), use no chemicals and live of our own kill? a beautiful dream but I have a feeling people like being comfortable and would sooner make sweet sweet love to the very clouds of pollution destroying our atmosphere than spend another day without Transportation, beauty products and TiVo.
However say there is an answer. Say there is something we have missed, the answer to our environmental issues who's to say our good friends in North Korea wont get ansi and send a nuke our way, who is gonna think twice about the environment then? you?? I think not, the only thing on your mind will be payback school boy style and you know it. there is a lot of big boys with a lot of big toys out there, I think us humans are perfectly capable of destroying our earth without any help from nature thank you very much.
This message of hope was brought to you by the letter L
In the end whether the environment decides to kick some ass or we end up blowing the hell out of each other there really isn't much say I have in the matter so why am I such a jerk for not caring? especially seems I probably wont be around to see it or will be to old to care about it any more than I already do. So Ke Sara Sara my seal cleaning friend, go have yourself a coke and a smile.
If it makes you feel any better I will spare a thought for the crying Indian but as far as my care factor level goes, sorry champ I'm all about the now.
Just as Jesus said "be the bigger man, leg it for the greater good".
Lately in between work hours ive found myself enjoying the scenery of Hyde park followed by a stroll through Martin place. At the risk of sounding a little new age I somehow find it relaxing, not sensual or anything weird like that but as far as stress relief from earning another dollar for the man a stroll around the city always comes up trumps. That is, right up until you reach the Villa. aah the Villa, where would we be without you?
The Villa is what some of us like to call that little section in the middle of the main courtyard where every foundation known on God's green earth congregates together in order to trap unexpected prey into signing away whatever money can be scrounged up. On a good day there may only be 1 or 2 in which if your quick and avoid all forms of eye contact you may just make it to your lunch appointment. however on the big days its all systems go, booths lined up like the cavalry. Forcing patrons into an un avoidable bottle neck, herding us like sheep dogs into our gate to face certain guilt and time deprivation. There can be no escape.
After my scheduled hike through Sydney's best I hit the villa at a fairly hesitant pace, being on the brink of a long weekend the thought had crossed my mind of the danger ahead, however being somewhat of a lazy nature I decided against the detour and headed straight for it. MISTAKE. I was immediately drawn to the error of my ways as I followed the crowd into the red zone to find the Villa in full flight. a terrified shriek "Oh Dear God No" from the left of the crowd sent us Turning back in desperation for an escape but it was to late, the damage was done, we never had a chance.
Maneuvering my way in and out of the civilian traffic I found myself completely surrounded with no where to hide. To the left Drug awareness for kids. To the right, Kids off the street. Behind me, aids off the kids and Up ahead, Helping Aids of the streets through cancer, drugs and other Kid related practices.
Now joined by what was left of the panic stricken crowd, common courtesy and street etiquette went flying out the window. Charlie had the drop on us and it was every man, woman and child for themselves. Side stepping my way through the chaos, a faint sign of light began to appear to the rear of the pack. Darting directly for it, I was stopped in my tracks by a seemingly familiar voice.
"Oh hey man"
Naturally I stopped to greet who I could only presume to be a long lost relative or childhood friend with whom contact was at some point lost in the translation. So I turned only to see a man in which I had absolutely no recollection of standing tall in a green sports shirt holding a clipboard in one hand and my gullibility in the other. Oh you sneaky son of a bitch. got me with the old meet and greet, bastard.
"you got a couple of minutes to talk about the environment"
"well actually man I gotta take off i have to..."
"you know us humans have really done a number on this earth"
"yeah your right were all assholes, look I'm real sorry but i have to..."
"did you know that...
The next 10 mins consisted of an un interuptable speech on global warming, pollution, the weather changes and all sorts of fun facts about how the environment is gonna hand our asses to us. To which I smiled and nodded away, filling in the occasional "really" and "oh thats crazy".
"so you see if we don't stop it now were gonna lose this earth man"
"We??... as in you and me??"
"yes us man we can all do our part you do your part so we can do ours"
"uh huh and my part would be...?"
"just donate whatever you can or sign up for weekly payments so we can save this world"
"fair enough, but I'm not really big on signing contracts on the street and to be honest um I'm not real sure about the whole, you know how this should concern uh me.."
"what!? dude in say the next 100 years the ozone layer could be completely gone if we don't stop this"
"But wont I be dead by then"
"well I guess"
"so isn't that like my great grand kids problem"
He stopped and stared right at me almost paralyzed with disgust. Eyes burning with passionate anger. I was kinda surprised that he didn't take a shot at me with his clipboard from the look on his face. I mean he was pissed
"you know what its cause of jerks like you that we are all in this mess. go on piss off and wait for the storm then we'll see, then what are you gonna do."
"sorry dude I just don't think that..."
"Yeah I know what you think. you think that putting your can in the recycling is your contribution! well good on you! thanks for the aluminium now the rest of us are trying to keep this earth going"
"but.."
" just get lost I have no time for people like you. Go! do nothing! and hope we fix the problem. then you'll see"
I began to back peddle away slowly, feeling a little embarrassed about being served by Green peace. Now that man right there, he really loves his earth, how harsh was that.
He did however get me thinking, eventually somethings gotta give right? at some point the universe is gonna get fed up with our shit and retaliate and there can be no doubt that when mother nature and father time finally do have it out in the ultimate free for all cage match, the battle will be nothing short of spectacular.
I can only imagine the intensity as mother nature leaps from the top cage onto a seemingly un conscious big daddy time for the clincher only to find the patented and all but expected switch involving a sudden, super human burst of energy and the likes of a folding chair sending mother nature out of the cage and into the waiting glove of a hope filled youngster... going going gone...and she is outer here. Unfortunately good old father time is crippled with age by shear definition and suffers a stroke from all the excitement. fancy that, nobody wins...we all lose.
Be that as it may I still find myself reluctant to give a shit. Its not like I don't wanna care, I just don't and the very idea that I was not concerned about a situation as big as this left me in quite an uncomfortable mind set, I was actually a little disappointed in myself, is that even possible, apparently so, Dam Villa.
I guess from my perspective I just can't. Aside from living in the present where technology and ignorance run rampid, honestly for all that Hippies work on the street it isn't doing anything other than what is already being done. We have had the technology to use ulterior fuels for sometime but have been kept at bay by greedy oil companies and as far as I know Australia signed that Minimum pollution agreement last year so what do you want from little old me? The ozone isn't gonna repair itself and even if we could stop all pollution who would want to? O.k kids, big news! your mother and I have decided to move into a cave, ride horses to work (that one actually doesn't seem so bad), use no chemicals and live of our own kill? a beautiful dream but I have a feeling people like being comfortable and would sooner make sweet sweet love to the very clouds of pollution destroying our atmosphere than spend another day without Transportation, beauty products and TiVo.
However say there is an answer. Say there is something we have missed, the answer to our environmental issues who's to say our good friends in North Korea wont get ansi and send a nuke our way, who is gonna think twice about the environment then? you?? I think not, the only thing on your mind will be payback school boy style and you know it. there is a lot of big boys with a lot of big toys out there, I think us humans are perfectly capable of destroying our earth without any help from nature thank you very much.
This message of hope was brought to you by the letter L
In the end whether the environment decides to kick some ass or we end up blowing the hell out of each other there really isn't much say I have in the matter so why am I such a jerk for not caring? especially seems I probably wont be around to see it or will be to old to care about it any more than I already do. So Ke Sara Sara my seal cleaning friend, go have yourself a coke and a smile.
If it makes you feel any better I will spare a thought for the crying Indian but as far as my care factor level goes, sorry champ I'm all about the now.
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