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my bruddha's wedding

them newlyweds

It's true people cry at weddings - I did. well, i didnt shudder with heavy laden sighs but a tear or two crossed my eyes (how poetic). it struck me whilst i sat there in the front row awaiting the bride's entrance, just how vast and lasting the ramifications of this act, this contract are. and at it's most noblest marriage is such a passionate and heart-stirring choice to make. altho i personally dont believe it to be necessary. anyhoo, it was really touching to see my bro's level of emotion. tears just streamed down his face. i love my brother a lot.

 

we are quite similar as it turns out. we can both talk to anyone, occassionally say the wrong thing (insert 'being honest') and ruffle feathers, and people naturally gravitate to us and want to know us. ironic that we should be alike given i spent most of his teen and adult life abroad. tis tres cool. we see eye 2 eye.

anyways i dogress,... the wedding was really a marvellous experience and a gift to be able to participate in. plus, it was fun cos it felt like a family vacation. 

i understand, i think, why people make the mega-institutional commitment to one another. but surely there are other ways to express that sweetness and respect one feels for their beloved?  i think that was part of the emotion for some of us on the day, the intensity of the decision to marry is overwhelming somehow. and yet uber touching becos of that seemingly self-sacrificial aspect of wedlock. kinda like a lamb to slaughter.haha.no not really...not for all.

im proud my bro took the plunge, and did so with aplomb. bravo!

my bruddha's wedding

them newlyweds

It's true people cry at weddings - I did. well, i didnt shudder with heavy laden sighs but a tear or two crossed my eyes (how poetic). it struck me whilst i sat there in the front row awaiting the bride's entrance, just how vast and lasting the ramifications of this act, this contract are. and at it's most noblest marriage is such a passionate and heart-stirring choice to make. altho i personally dont believe it to be necessary. anyhoo, it was really touching to see my bro's level of emotion. tears just streamed down his face. i love my brother a lot.

 

we are quite similar as it turns out. we can both talk to anyone, occassionally say the wrong thing (insert 'being honest') and ruffle feathers, and people naturally gravitate to us and want to know us. ironic that we should be alike given i spent most of his teen and adult life abroad. tis tres cool. we see eye 2 eye.

anyways i dogress,... the wedding was really a marvellous experience and a gift to be able to participate in. plus, it was fun cos it felt like a family vacation. 

i understand, i think, why people make the mega-institutional commitment to one another. but surely there are other ways to express that sweetness and respect one feels for their beloved?  i think that was part of the emotion for some of us on the day, the intensity of the decision to marry is overwhelming somehow. and yet uber touching becos of that seemingly self-sacrificial aspect of wedlock. kinda like a lamb to slaughter.haha.no not really...not for all.

im proud my bro took the plunge, and did so with aplomb. bravo!

Burnt Offerings

I noticed yesterday that an inordinate amount of toilet seats found in pubs here in Australia are riddled with cigarette burns. You gotta wonder how in the hell that happened. No matter what the scenario your imagination comes up with none of them are very tasteful.

1. A woman with her face almost in the toilet, so drunk is she, saves her cigarette from the fate of her face by leaving it lingering on the seat.

2. during a hollywood cold epidemic a woman leans her cigarette on the same spot where peoples' bottoms sit, as she snorts her line, zappily putting that very same cigarette butt (excuse the pun) back on her slimy lips. Eww!

3. Sex with a stranger is worth putting your cigarette out for, or is it? Evidently not in this scenario....yes you got it, the toilet seat acts as ashtray as it patiently waits for the hasty horizontal interlude done vertical this time, to be complete.

TBC

Burnt Offerings

I noticed yesterday that an inordinate amount of toilet seats found in pubs here in Australia are riddled with cigarette burns. You gotta wonder how in the hell that happened. No matter what the scenario your imagination comes up with none of them are very tasteful.

1. A woman with her face almost in the toilet, so drunk is she, saves her cigarette from the fate of her face by leaving it lingering on the seat.

2. during a hollywood cold epidemic a woman leans her cigarette on the same spot where peoples' bottoms sit, as she snorts her line, zappily putting that very same cigarette butt (excuse the pun) back on her slimy lips. Eww!

3. Sex with a stranger is worth putting your cigarette out for, or is it? Evidently not in this scenario....yes you got it, the toilet seat acts as ashtray as it patiently waits for the hasty horizontal interlude done vertical this time, to be complete.

TBC

Can you feel it? the passing of Michael Jackson, greatest entertainer of our age

Mj

I spent much of yesterday and evening dancing to all kinds of Michael Jackson's songs. He was a A grade poet and an incredible dancer, he was talented and troubled in equal measure. That's the great thing about being a musician, when you die, people can celebrate you and remember you through your music. Such a gift to leave others. Maybe I should write some songs for this purpose, although perhaps this blog will suffice in rendering my life as documentus majorus (knot). 

I remember when I turned 12 in 1980 and "Don't stop til you get enough" came out.. my friends and I danced in a little circle at my b day party in the living room. Years later when Thriller came out, the video clip came out on TV and it was big event in Australia airing at 8pm. It was more than a clip in retrospect, it was 16 minutes long.

Humans being the sentimental bunch that we are can only in hindsight say all this drivell about a man that was in our midst and imaginations for not just his talents but his freakeries - and of those, there were many.

Nonetheless, at his passing on one can't help but feel a little bit nostalgic for the loss of a being so frightfully gifted and yet so obviously damaged.

Can't help it if I wanted to wouldn't help it if I wanted to......

Can you feel it? the passing of Michael Jackson, greatest entertainer of our age

Mj

I spent much of yesterday and evening dancing to all kinds of Michael Jackson's songs. He was a A grade poet and an incredible dancer, he was talented and troubled in equal measure. That's the great thing about being a musician, when you die, people can celebrate you and remember you through your music. Such a gift to leave others. Maybe I should write some songs for this purpose, although perhaps this blog will suffice in rendering my life as documentus majorus (knot). 

I remember when I turned 12 in 1980 and "Don't stop til you get enough" came out.. my friends and I danced in a little circle at my b day party in the living room. Years later when Thriller came out, the video clip came out on TV and it was big event in Australia airing at 8pm. It was more than a clip in retrospect, it was 16 minutes long.

Humans being the sentimental bunch that we are can only in hindsight say all this drivell about a man that was in our midst and imaginations for not just his talents but his freakeries - and of those, there were many.

Nonetheless, at his passing on one can't help but feel a little bit nostalgic for the loss of a being so frightfully gifted and yet so obviously damaged.

Can't help it if I wanted to wouldn't help it if I wanted to......

vegans - oi gevalt!

someone recently moved into our house.on the first day we were making polite conversation  in the kitchen, sharing personal tidbits as one does on the first day of roofmatedom, in a careful, reserved way.... 

then the neo room mate, alex turns around, literally, (im not using that dreadful euphemism here) and declares a little preciously: "Im a vegan". I immediately became filled with a dread, the kind of dread u get when u realise u put the wrong gas in your tank, or left the iron on,... but youre 100 km away by then, and u live alone and no one can help you  and youre gonna die!!!!!!!!! hahah

i digress, but u get the point dont you? (Do not live with a vegan, if u are not a vegan, especially if he is gay and under 29 yrs of age, and from Adelaide, and works a t a health food store. )

Just Kidding (about kidding)

haha

vegans - oi gevalt!

someone recently moved into our house.on the first day we were making polite conversation  in the kitchen, sharing personal tidbits as one does on the first day of roofmatedom, in a careful, reserved way.... 

then the neo room mate, alex turns around, literally, (im not using that dreadful euphemism here) and declares a little preciously: "Im a vegan". I immediately became filled with a dread, the kind of dread u get when u realise u put the wrong gas in your tank, or left the iron on,... but youre 100 km away by then, and u live alone and no one can help you  and youre gonna die!!!!!!!!! hahah

i digress, but u get the point dont you? (Do not live with a vegan, if u are not a vegan, especially if he is gay and under 29 yrs of age, and from Adelaide, and works a t a health food store. )

Just Kidding (about kidding)

haha

Pure Love

Look at these darling piglets! Looking at them makes me feel warm n fizzy all over.

Oink love

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTEST ADORABLE ADORABLE HUGGABLE HUGGABLE SQUEEZABLE GORGEOUSNESS INCARNATE YUM YUM LUV LUV I WANNA HUG THESE PIGLETS!!

that's it..im getting a pet piglet!

Pure Love

Look at these darling piglets! Looking at them makes me feel warm n fizzy all over.

Oink love

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTEST ADORABLE ADORABLE HUGGABLE HUGGABLE SQUEEZABLE GORGEOUSNESS INCARNATE YUM YUM LUV LUV I WANNA HUG THESE PIGLETS!!

that's it..im getting a pet piglet!