22 Dreams

all of my life i have known Stuggle & Strain a pair of curmudgeon ole timers as olde as time itself when dawn first cracked the psychic membrane of ancient man who dreamt up this here moment and the scrambled rush of four years hence in the incredible fury of global stuggle & strain i see my own killjoy couple stuggle & strain chained to rb 1970- but they're loosened off right now they don't quite have the same hold as they may have held at many divergent points in my (One) life my cobblestone career of multiple recurrences including that of cross-carrying zealot religionist over the past few thousand years i may have died in many wars i may have died in pain i may have died on many lands i may have drowned in rain i may have owned a hundred castles i may have owed the mans i may have been a pauper's polish i may have staked a-claim the sun has risen in the East and set in the West since time began ...

I came across a most appealing article recently, thanks to a link on survival acres blog, titled The Machine in our Heads by Glenn Patron. The article was first published in 'Green Anarchist' in 1997 and more recently links to a blog entry in Tierra y Vida . Although there's little presented within this article that’s particularly new to me I do find the overriding premise of it to be quite impactful. The gist is as thus: civilisation, as we've known it for 10,000 years, is traumatic to the true, ‘tribal’ self of an individual baby, or child. It is utterly foreign to our way of being and living. And so for that matter, are concepts of property, hierachy, and the State. The writer speaks of this as the "trauma of civilisation". He blames the trauma or terror of civilisation for the loss or derangement of reason, and the loss of deep thinking, ie, the free flow of natural ideas that are shut down through traumatic socialisation. He writes, "...tribal ideas...

(The following is an article I wrote up some 3 years ago for a friend's magazine. I haven't rechecked for typos, there are likely to be many. Nor have I checked for obtuse expressions and grammatical anomolies of which I'm the master... Nevertheless, John Lennon has always been one of my greatest heroes.) 25 years on from the death of John Lennon finds his light shining as strong as ever. His impact as a songwriter remains untarnished and continues to grow in stature with each passing decade, along with his persona that has taken on iconic, legendary status. There is no doubt that Lennon is one of the greats of the modern era, but the question is, what was that which made him so particularly great?? For about 15 or so years after Lennon’s passing in 1980 at the age of 40, Paul McCartney has had to suffer the ignominy of being seen as the tawdry, wimpy Beatle in contrast to the deceased Lennon, who in turn was deified as the true creative genius of the Beatles. Perhaps it wa...

I've been hit with a bug over these past couple of days. But I'm riding through it fine. I felt pretty ordinary getting up outta bed this morning (at 9am). Upon waking I mixed a half glass of sparkling mineral water with Noni juice. I added a teaspoon of calcium ascorbate, one of wheatgrass, and another of bitter melon. It's amazing how restoring a herbal concoction in beverage form can be for you; within two minutes I was zinging from the inside out, feeling that all that more refreshed and invigorated, and not so sick. However I need to get to bed soon, I'm very tired and I need to sleep off this virusy thingy. I'm also moving out of here by the weekend. Perhaps the thought of that is also tiring me out a bit. I need to back up my computer in the not-unlikely event that it will fail me in transit (she's a delicate old beast is my 'puter). There's a lot I wish to write about, blog about, but I think I'm just gonna have to curb my addiction for a few...

This is kinda cool; this new-ish phonus mobilus I have in my possession and rarely use (and was glad to have kept in the repair shop for 3 weeks), well, it takes photos like most phones, only to discover to my amazement that I can publish these photos onto a "blog"! Well, the blog is a 'mobile blog' and I've claimed that as a second blog, called 'Cellphone Camera Photo Dumpsite', to remain anonymous! ;) It's incredibly handy as I don't have to sport my camera everywhere I go; so when I'm moved to, I snap a photo on the mobile phone, and send it immediately to the b(l)og. At which point, on my computer, I save the photos onto my hard drive, and resurrect them if I wish to publish them, such as the photo above. The pixilation is fairly basic, but it's good enough for a technology semi-luddite like me. Yep, the wonders of modern technology... The photo was taken on the footbridge over Anzac Parade Maroubra at 7:30pm tonight, facing westwar...

One of my favourite bloggers is a guy who runs a storable food business in the USA, Survival Acres . His blog is flatly recognised to be the most doom-related blog on the net. I don't find him to be so much of a doomer myself, in fact I find his occassional steaminess & over-zealousness almost endearing, human. Sure he's uncompromising, but ultimately I reckon he's a great guy, a straight-shooter with a love of the planet and I immensely enjoy reading his rants, it makes me want to get out there and do something to save the planet. But I often lose my zeal until the next time I visit the man's site. The arguments, his blogs, tend to linger with me though. Here are some quotes from yesterday's post : "McIsane is not only a stupid old man, he’s a dangerously stupid old man, and so is Sarah Palin, who has demonstrated a complete lack of intelligence and integrity that bears careful consideration. A vote for McInsane is one step closer to a fundamentalist junt...

Why do I love Paul Weller so much?? Well here's but one stirling example.. Performing Broken Stones Broken Stones performed on the Jools Holland show in 1995. The song appears on 1995's Stanley Road , perhaps the album that is most indicative of Weller at the apogee of his powers (although the man has hit many peaks with great albums scattered throughout 30 years of record-making). Weller's Broken Stones is up there with any of his finest songs. This is classic songwriting that mixes toe-tappin' soul with Otis Redding vocal stylings. Weller looks great, plays the piano great, sings great, is utterly fluid and in the groove with his music. Great hair, great jacket, fantastic cravat!! You're the prince, Paul!