The everyday tale of a small Welsh family transported to New Zealand on the whim of the "head" of the family, Mike
Friday, December 12, 2008
A Week Off
Friday, December 5, 2008
My Mad Uncle
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The last two weeks, and Quantum of Solace
I have been a busy fella.
In work I have been told that they are advertising the job I have been doing for the last year as a permanent position (I had been covering a maternity leave) and this post will be internally advertised only.
This is a good thing for me.
I have told the rest of the RISPACS team that I would be happy to give them references for the position, but I think no one else will apply. This means that, bar me threatening to kill people at my interview, I should have a good chance of being made permanent.
Which Is Nice!
The job is starting to get interesting at the moment. We are implementing a major project in the early part of next year, and another major project at the end of next year, both of which I will be heavily involved with.
I have also been recording with the band, and rehearsing for a couple of gigs next week. I am excited about putting all of the ideas I have for our songs onto disk, and hearing how they go. I can't do this live, as I don't have 6 arms.
So after a hectic 14 days, I took us all to see Quantum of Solace, the new 007 film.
I would recommend it.
Daniel Craig is superb, the script is sharp. The action painful, and the story has heart. It also has one of the best and most cathartic endings in any action-er I have ever seen. Well worth your 10 bucks.
It has been Thanksgiving week, and it has been a curiously flat affair. Last year, lots of chatter on the net, this year, little. I think maybe that the economy is dampening the enthusiasm, or maybe the election has exhausted everyone.
No worries here mind, NZ has an economy based mainly on food and other agriculture, so financial crashes, whilst they will affect us, do so less powerfully than the UK or USA. Still, my best wishes go out to those who are suffering economic hardship, may you find better times soon.
I have been bemused by the piracy happening off the coast of Africa. I flew over there earlier this year on the way to Dubai. The aircraft (A450, great plane) had downward facing cameras, so you could watch the ground go by.
I counted 3 F15's, 2 F-16 and an A10. That's just when I was looking, and they all flew directly under my plane.
Someone wants the price of oil up, and now that the Iraqi's seem to be getting it back together, this happens. Coincidence? Answers on a postcard please...
Be Good
Saturday, November 15, 2008
10 things you should know about me
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Being Creative
i love art me.
I have always thought that art is the one thing that separates us from animals. Its the divine spark.
A while back I began to paint. I have always drawn in pencil, but painting looked a bit hard really. Then I saw a programme in NZ called "Mastering the Art, with John Myatt. John was an art forger, and an extremely successful one (Google him).
I watched the artists each week trying, and often failing to capture a great artist, and I though I think I might give it a go.
Jacqui paints as well, and does beautiful copies of impressionists. There is a marked difference between how we approach an art-wok. Jacqui will absolutely fearlessly start throwing paint at the canvass, beating it into submission, and achieving great results. I however am slightly different.
I can't copy. When I was a kid my Dad would talk with absolute disdain about copying another mans work, to the point where drawing from a photo was "copying" because it didn't come from your head.
I do paint from photo's it is too complicated otherwise. I paint nudes, because I love the shape of the human form. I paint naked ladies, I don't want to be sexist, but painting a knob isn't something I want to spend my Sunday doing. Also male nudes are harder, and you cant get decent male nude photography is something hard to find, most of it isn't artistic, but verging on porn.
Same thing with the female nude actually, but I didn't mind searching for the nice pose so much.
Anyway, this was my first attempt.
Not bad, so then I did this one, which was a lot more challenging
Now Jacqui did a painting of a close up of one of Modigliani's portraits, and I loved it.
Here is is, I became enamored in how Modigliani achieved a face with so little work, so whilst watching TV, I showed Jacqui how you could draw a female figure using as few lines as possible
Here is the result. In pen, whist watching Brian Sewell on the box. So looking at this I thought i could use the face in a nude.
Unfortunately I didn't photograph the preparatory sketched, but basically I tried to do as much with as little. The background is my bedroom, and Van Gough's Starry Night is out the window. I was more interested in the composition of the colours than the details, (they had to look nice, and I painted the nude with subtle shading (like Modigliani) but with a strong outline technique I stole from Hockney, who stole it from Matisse. I also pinched the hair from Roger Dean and Alan Aldridge (He did the Beatles later artwork)
This is the result
I have to say I am absolutely thrilled how it has turned out. All from within my fevered brain, and onto canvas. It looks simple, but it took me 3 weeks to do, just thinking about what I wanted to achieve.
I can say this is my own work, my own style, and i am pretty happy with myself.
Not quite as good as Modigliani, but better than Matisse!! :-p
Be good
Politicians, Politics and We Get What We Deserve
Most Europeans have a pretty high opinion of themselves politically, and with some justification. Over the time I have been paying attention it has been a given that the standard of political debate on one side of the Atlantic has been of a far higher standard than over the other side.
The reason I say that without feeling like a dick is because it was true.
A politician in the States could get a huge voter approval by wearing a badge, looking constipated/having angina during the National Anthem, and declaring his love for Jesus.
Believe me, no European could have got away with that.
The reason is that even if you agreed with the badge wearing, constipated Jesus freak, it was understood that to lead, or be a part of leading a nation, you needed more, you needed to have a set of policies that stood on their merits.
Not once in my time in the UK was any politician ever smeared with the character attacks we were used to seeing in the States (Jeremy Thorpe excepted, but that was in the 70's).
If a man was a Homosexual, Atheist who was an ex communist and wanted to abolish the house of Lords and the Monarchy, it was only the last to that were ever commented upon.
The political stuff.
We watched mouths agape when politicians were attacked for changing their minds (Kerry), or having an affair (Gary Hart, Clinton) or having bailed out of a burning aircraft (G.H.W. Bush..wtf??) or collapsing during a marathon in a heat wave (Carter) and we kind of laughed "Silly Americans, paying attention to all that shite, what are they thinking".
Well we laugh no longer.
For the first time in my life, I can say the American people picked their President based on a political, rather than a personal factor. I liked John McCain, I saw him as the authentic voice of caring conservatism, prepared to stand up to bigotry in his own party, and to fight for the political conservative creed. I don't agree with him personally, but I respected him.
However, it appears that to get to be a candidate for the Presidency endorsed by the GOP, you need to get the more extreme elements on your side. So Sarah was the VP choice. You then had to "go after Obama" to get the "base excited" so here come the innuendo's the distortions and the out and out lies.
But this time something was different.
The people heard what the ads said, and then they Googled, and You Tubed, and Blogged and found out the truth.
People do not like being misled.
Hence come election time Obama wins big. What I found strange was that it was patently obvious that the scare tactics were not working, but they still kept coming.
President Obama.
I saw the speech he gave in Chicago. I had tears in my eyes. He is an inspirational politician, and seems a genuinely good person. I would vote for him in a heartbeat.
Of course, in the present climate, a lot of what he said he would do he will not be able to do. You don't take over a bankrupt country and hand out tax cuts, first get the country in surplus, then comes the sweeties. Is that lying? Possibly, but i am sure that John McCain would be in exactly the same boat.
His tax cuts just wouldn't be for the middle class, that's all, and the rich can wait, they are OK.
I watched John McCain's "acceptance of defeat" speech. All I can say is if he had run an honourable campaign, if he had concentrated on the issues, and shown how his way forward was better, if he had stood up for tolerance, respect and civility and if he had stared down the batshit mad part of his party, we may have had President McCain.
However, if he had done that, he wouldn't have been the GOP candidate in the first place.
We have had an election in NZ, and National have got in. National are kind of like the GOP in NZ politics, except their policies would be called dangerously Socialist in the USA.
I don't know if this will be a good thing or a bad thing, but I do know most people here vote on their own narrow self interest, with no thought to how the policy they benefit from in particular, will benefit the country in general.
So now the US voter can look at the NZ voter and condescendingly say, "they are so naive and stupid, when will they learn" and be justified in saying so.
In Final
Well done USA, and God Bless America!!
Friday, October 3, 2008
A good week
Its been a good week.
Let us examine the anatomy of a good week, shall we?
On Sunday I did something I have thought about doing for ages, and that is painting. Art works. Being Creative and shite.
Now, I an a very good draughtsman. Give me a piece of paper and some pencils and I will draw anything, accurately. Never been professionally taught mind, but my Dad is a superb artist with pencils, so it must be an inherited trait. In school. art lessons were aimed at the lowest common denominator, and so the more advanced stuff, like how to paint, passed me by.
Jacqui bought us some acrylics, and a few canvasses and off i went. I found a site for nude artistic photographs and tried to paint them. Not a success, as painting a high contrast photograph makes the artwork look awful. So I opened a book of Modigliani nudes and a black and white photograph of a nude woman sitting on a bed and painted this
This is the source photo
Jacqui paints as well, and has done some lovely work at copying some nice paintings, here is Van Gough's Stary night
so we are both having a ball doing this. It is amazingly satisfying to do. And not bad work for a first go, even if i do say so myself.
The band have been ion the studio all week, getting the drum parts down for the Album.What a giggle!! Playing the songs we wrote over and over again at different tempos is a bit of a blast, we are now so tight as a band it is scary. I cant wait to get my guitar parts down!
I found out on Wednesday that Nicky, the lady who I am covering maternity leave for, will not be returning in her previous role. Which means barring any disasters, I should be made permanent PACS admin for Hawkes Bay. This is a major relief for me, as I like getting the extra 25 grand a year, and I like the job a lot. I feel for Nicky, as she was the boss from the inception of the PACS system, and has put her soul into the job, but we all make difficult choices, and all of us at some point come up against the truth that life is a compromise, and we can't have it all. I am very much aware that I owe my position to the pregnancies of vastly more suitable women, i will try to do as good a job as I can.
Still, Whoo hoo!!The last part of my good week? The realizatio that contrary to popular opinion worldwide, Americans can sense bullshit. The McCain/Palin ticket for POTUS is turning into the slowest, funniest political train wreck I can ever remember. Highlights "suspending the campain" for McCain to fix Washington. (even Republicans said he was a hinderance!) Palin's "you can see Russia from my house" answer to Couric on her Foriegn policy experience, and the debates, where the pundits think Palin exceeded expectations by being able to talk for the alloted time without sounding like a head injury victim. This is important to me because the POTUS has far more influence on my life that does the NZ Prime Minister.
Obama is a Social Capitolist (Not a Socialist, most Amercans wouldn't know socialism if it kicked them in the nuts) Obama is less worrying than mcCain because he appears to think before doing anything,and he appears to care that people are hurting. not just Wall Street, or even main Street, but ordinary working families, and those who are the most disadvantaged. Obama thinks before talking, whereas McCain seems to shoot from the lip. We need someone with a mind to lead what is still the worlds most powerful nation.
Also Spring is here. Horray!!
Be Good
Saturday, September 20, 2008
blogcheeze
Didn't ever go to a Prom. I HATE dancing, and I can't cope with loud music. Especially 80's shit.
2. Who did you FIRST play Doctors and Nurses with? a Girl from across the road, and one from up the road. at the same time. I was 8 when I had my first threesome. Beat That!
3. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? Yes, I am married to her
4. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? 4 cans of Breaker lager when I was 11. pissed, and I was very ill.
5. Who was your first kiss? "Now kiss as in peck or full on slobbering snog?" (This was Brit's addition, lol)
Some girl at a party, who I also felt up, and got a blow job off. Unfortunately, she gave be a BJ, in front of a picture window, where the entire party watched me get my rocks of, with the daughter of one of the Teachers of my mate's posh private school. Still makes me giggle when I think of it. hehehe
6. Who was the FIRST person to tell you they loved you? My Wife.
7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? Jacqui, she had her hand on my nuts, so it was difficult to think of anything else.
8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher? Cant remember. I was taught in Cyprus in a Greek language school. i do remember I liked it there.
9. Whose heart did you break for the FIRST time? I hope I have never done that. Though my Wife nearly divorced me a few years ago, so I guess it was her. Didn't mean to. I can be thoughtless and I can't tell when people are unhappy. These days I check she isn't pissed at me once or twice a day, to be sure..
10. Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them? Andrew Stroud, Gareth Evans and Warren Weeracoon. Haven't seen either of the first 2 for 20 years. Warren for 4 years. Though to me, they are still friends.
11. What was your FIRST sport played? Rugby Union. Played at Hooker and Prop (Centre and Guard for you NFL fans) I wasn't much good.
12. Where was your FIRST sleep over? Chris Guererro. His mam was hot. He was a good bloke as well.
13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? Jacqui, "your hand is on my testicles, I assume you are awake?"
14. Whose wedding were you in for the FIRST time? My auntie pat's. I was 7.
15. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? breakfast, check mail. Actually, ask J why her hand was on my genitals.
16. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? Marillion, Cardiff 1985. Still one of the best band I have ever seen live.
17. FIRST tattoo or piercing? None, dislike pain, especially the pain of my Dad kicking the shit out me for being a poof.
18. FIRST foreign country you went to for vacation? France. Great place, lovely people, fantastic food. Have made laziness a political movement. Genius.
19. What was your FIRST run in with the law? I stole a load of hubcaps and petrol caps from a local car dealership, and was picked up for vandalism. I was 9.
20. When was your FIRST detention? Got detention, told them to fuck off and went home. parents involved, feigned an illness, didn't go back for nearly a year. Still came 3rd in the class. No one ever asked why I hated school so much. Dumbasses.
21. What was the FIRST state you lived in? Terror.
22. Who was the FIRST person to break your heart? My Parents. Always felt that I was a disappointment to them. I was a weird little kid though. And a cissy
23. Who was your FIRST roommate? Never had one, Oh there was this time I got arrested for assault with a deadly weapon (no evidence, never charged) and my cellmate came in pissed and vomited over the floor. I pressed the buzzer, and they put a mattress over the pool of vomit and told me to get o with it. Thanks Neath/Port Talbot Police!!
24. Where did you go on your FIRST roller coaster ride? Oakwood park. With my son, who was 3. He coped better than me
25. Who will be the FIRST to re post this? Who cares?
Some Buddhist Philosophy
"A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker."
Judge a man by his actions, not his words We all lie, but its harder to walk the walk than talk the talk.
"Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it."
Be engaged with everything you experience. being "too cool for school" is counterproductive, enthusiasm is contagious.
"The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart."
Your heaven, dreams, and purpose all exist within, not in the clutches of a divine external force.
"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection."
Instead of comparing how much or how little care and attention a person "deserves" each one of us should strive to give love without reserve - the more we give, the more we have.
"You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger."
No one suffers more from your anger than you, be patient, dickhead.
"To live a pure unselfish life, one must count nothing as ones own in the midst of abundance."
Don't let what you have or want to have own you, because the path to freedom is renouncing attachment to anything which isn't truly yours."To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent."
Taking action and making a mistake is better than not taking action at all. Also keep mindful, keep your eye on the ball.
"A jug fills drop by drop."
You can bring attention to a desired goal, but don't expect to achieve it overnight. Each moment of conscious intention is a raindrop that will in time turn into a stream, and then a river flowing to its destination.
"There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting."
"The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground."
Your experiences are down to you, the object you experience itself has no characteristic that you do not impart upon it. Impure mind, impure world (Samsara). Pure mind, pure world (nirvana)
There are all interpretations of course. It would be great to hear some other interpretations too. Feel welcome to leave a comment.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
A Mac for Mac
I have switched sides, and now own a iMac.
The bigger one as well, 26 inch or whatever. it looks big on my desktop, and now throws the rest of my computing furniture into sharp relief.
It has a lovely keyboard, So smooth and easy, it makes typing a pleasure. The screen is huge and shiny.
The operating system is taking some getting used to, for a confirmed right clicker like me, the lack of those options make me feel like i am missing an arm.
The OS looks pretty, and seems to work well. I was impressed by the set up, and my elderly printer just plugged straight in no dramas.
There are loads of interesting programs to explore over the next couple of weeks, and i am sure we will be getting on brilliantly in a month or so.
The reason I switched? Interest free credit.
So there you are then.
See ya
Benjamin Franklyn
Savages we call them, because their manners differ from ours, which we think the perfection of civility; they think the same of theirs.
Perhaps, if we could examine the manners of different nations with impartiality, we should find no people so rude, as to be without any rules of politeness; nor any so polite, as not to have some remains of rudeness.
The Indian men, when young, are hunters and warriors, when old, counselors; for all their government is by counsel of the sages; there is no force, there are no prisons, no officers to compel obedience, or inflict punishment. Hence they generally study oratory, the best speaker having the most influence. The Indian women till the ground, dress the food, nurse and bring up the children, and preserve and hand down to posterity the memory of public transactions. These employments of men and women are accounted natural and honorable. Having few artificial wants, they have abundance of leisure for improvement by conversation. Our laborious manner of life, compared with theirs, they esteem slavish and base; and the learning, on which we value ourselves, they regard as frivolous and useless. An instance of this occurred at the Treaty of Lancaster, in Pennsylvania, anno 1744, between the government of Virginia and the Six Nations (1. A confederation of Iroquois tribes: Seneca, Cayuga, Oneida, Onondaga, Mohawk, and Tuscarora.)
After the principal business was settled, the commissioners from Virginia acquainted the Indians by a speech, that there was at Williamsburg a college, with a fund for educating Indian youth; and that, if the Six Nations would send down half a dozen of their young lads to that college, the government would take care that they should be well provided for, and instructed in all the learning of the white people. It is one of the Indian rules of politeness not to answer a public proposition the same day that it is made; they think it would be treating it as a light matter, and that they show it respect by taking time to consider it, as of a matter important. They therefore deferred their answer till the day following; when their speaker began, by expressing their deep sense of the kindness of the Virginia government, in making them that offer; "for we know," says he, "that you highly esteem the kind of learning taught in those Colleges, and that the maintenance of our young men, while with you, would be very expensive to you. We are convinced, therefore, that you mean to do us good by your proposal; and we thank you heartily. But you, who are wise, must know that different nations have different conceptions of things; and you will therefore not take it amiss, if our ideas of this kind of education happen not to be the same with yours. We have had some experience of it; several of our young people were formerly brought up at the colleges of the northern provinces; they were instructed in all your sciences; but, when they came back to us, they were bad runners, ignorant of every means of living in the woods, unable to bear either cold or hunger, knew neither how to build a cabin, take a deer, or kill an enemy, spoke our language imperfectly, were therefore neither fit for hunters, warriors, nor counselors; they were totally good for nothing. We are however not the less obliged by your kind offer, though we decline accepting it; and, to show our grateful sense of it, if the gentlemen of Virginia will send us a dozen of their sons, we will take great care of their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them. "
Having frequent occasions to hold public councils, they have acquired great order and decency in conducting them. The old men sit in the foremost ranks that warriors in the next, and the women and children in the hindmost. The business of the women is to take exact notice of what passes, imprint it in their memories (for they have no writing), and communicate it to their children. They are the records of the council, and they preserve traditions of the stipulations in treaties 100 years back; which, when we compare with our writings we always find exact. He that would speak, rises. The rest observe a profound silence. When he has finished and sits down, they leave him 5 or 6 minutes to recollect, that, if he has omitted anything he intended to say, or has anything to add, he may rise again and deliver it. To interrupt another, even in common conversation, is reckoned highly indecent. How different this from the conduct of a polite British House of Commons, where scarce a day passes without some confusion, that makes the speaker hoarse in calling to order; and how different from the mode of conversation in many polite companies of Europe, where, if you do not deliver your sentence with great rapidity, you are cut off in the middle of it by the impatient loquacity of those you converse with, and never suffered to finish it!
The politeness of these savages in conversation is indeed carried to excess, since it does not permit them to contradict or deny the truth of what is asserted in their presence. By this. means they indeed avoid disputes; but then it becomes difficult to know their minds, or what impression you make upon them. The missionaries who have attempted to convert them to Christianity all complain of this as one of the great difficulties of their mission. The Indians hear with patience the truths of the Gospel explained to them, and give their usual tokens of assent and approbation; you would think they were convinced. No such matter. It is mere civility.
A Swedish minister, having assembled the chiefs of the Susquehanah Indians, made a sermon to them, acquainting them with the principal historical facts on which our religion is founded; such as the fall of our first parents by eating an apple, the coming of Christ to repair the mischief, His miracles and suffering, etc. When he had finished, an Indian orator stood up to thank him. "What you have told us," he says, "is all very good. It is indeed bad to eat apples. It is better to make them all into cider. We are much obliged by your kindness in coming so far, to tell us these things which you have heard from your mothers. In return, I will tell you some of those we have heard from ours. In the beginning, our fathers had only the flesh of animals to subsist on; and if their hunting was unsuccessful, they were starving. Two of our young hunters, having killed a deer, made a fire in the woods to broil some part of it.
When they were about to satisfy their hunger, they beheld a beautiful young woman descend from the clouds, and seat herself on that hill, which you see yonder among the blue mountains. They said to each other, it is a spirit that has smelled our broiling version, and wishes to eat of it; let us offer some to her. They presented her with the tongue; she was pleased with the taste of it and said, 'Your kindness shall be rewarded; come to this place after thirteen moons, and you shall find something that will be of great benefit in nourishing you and your children to the latest generations.' They did so, and, to their surprise, found plants they had never seen before; but which, from that ancient bme, have been constantly cultivated among us, to our great advantage. Where her right hand had touched the ground, they found maize; where her left hand had touched it, they found kidneybeans; and where her backside had sat on it, they found tobacco." The good missionary, disgusted with this idle tale, said, "What I delivered to you were sacred truths, but what you tell me is mere fable, fiction, and falsehood." The Indian, offended, replied, "My brother, it seems your friends have not done you justice in your education; they have not well instructed you in the rules of common civility. You saw that we, who understand and practice those rules, believed all your stories; why do you refuse to believe ours?"
When any of them come into our towns, our people are apt to crowd round them, gaze upon them, and incommode them, where they desire to be private this they esteem great rudeness, and the effect of the want of instruction in the rules of civility and good manners. "We have," say they, "as much curiosity as you, and when you come into our towns, we wish for opportunities of looking at you, but for this purpose we hide ourselves behind bushes, where you are to pass, and never intrude ourselves into your company."
Their manner of entering one another's village has likewise its rules. It is reckoned uncivil in traveling strangers to enter a village abruptly, without giving notice of their approach. Therefore, as soon as they arrive within hearing, they stop and hollow,("holler": cry out) remaining there till invited to enter. Two old men usually come out to them, and lead them in. There is in every village a vacant dwelling, called the stranger's house. Here they are placed while the old men go round from hut to hut, acquainting the inhabitants that strangers are arrived, who are probably hungry and weary; and every one sends them what he can spare of victuals, and skins to repose on. When the strangers are refreshed, pipes and tobacco are brought; and then, but not before, conversation begins, with inquiries who they are, whither bound, what news, etc.; and it usually ends with offers of service, if the strangers have occasion of guides, or any necessaries for continuing their journey; and nothing is exacted for the entertainment.
The same hospitality, esteemed among them as a principal virtue, is practiced by private persons; of which Conrad Weiser, our interpreter, gave me the following instances. He had been naturalized among the Six Nations, and spoke well the Mohawk language. In going through the Indian country, to carry a message from our Governor to the Council at Onondaga, he called at the habitation of Canassatego, an old acquaintance, who embraced him, spread furs for him to sit on, placed before him some boiled beans and venison, and mixed some rum and water for his drink. When he was well refreshed, and had lit his pipe, Canassatego began to converse with him; asked how he had fared the many years since they had seen each other; whence he then came; what occasioned the journey, etc. Conrad answered all his questions; and when the discourse began to flag, the Indian, to continue it, said, "Conrad, you have lived long among the white people, and know something of their customs; I have been sometimes at Albany, and have observed, that once in seven days they shut up their shops, and assemble all in the great house; tell me what it is for? What do they do there?" "They meet there," says Conrad, "to hear and learn good things." "I do not doubt," says the Indian, "that they tell you so; they have told me the same; but I doubt the truth of what they say, and I will tell you my reasons. I went lately to Albany to sell my skins and buy blankets, knives, powder, rum, etc. You know I used generally to deal with Hans Hanson; but I was a little inclined this time to try some other merchant. However, I called first upon Hans, and asked him what he would give for beaver. He said he could not give any more than four shillings a pound; 'but,'says he, 'I cannot talk on business now; this is the day when we meet together to learn good things, and I am going to the meeting.' So I thought to myself, 'Since we cannot do any business today, I may as well go to the meeting too,' and I went with him. There stood up a man in black, and began to talk to the people very angrily. I did not understand what he said; but, perceiving that he looked much at me and at Hanson, I imagined he was angry at seeing me there; so I went out, sat down near the house, struck fire, and lit my pipe, waiting till the meeting should break up. I thought too, that the man had mentioned something of beaver, and I suspected it might be the subject of their meeting. So, when they came out, I accosted my merchant. 'Well, Hans,' says 1, 'I hope you have agreed to give more than four shillings a pound.' 'No,' says he, 'I cannot give so much; I cannot give more than three shillings and sixpence.' I then spoke to several other dealers, but they all sung the same song,-three and sixpence,-three and sixpence. This made it clear to me, that my suspicion was right; and, that whatever they pretended of meeting to learn good things, the real purpose was to consult how to cheat Indians in the price of beaver. Consider but a little, Conrad, and you must be of my opinion. If they met so often to learn good things, they would certainly have learned some before this time. But they are still ignorant. You know our practice. If a white man, in traveling through our country, enters one of our cabins, we all treat him as I treat you; we dry him if he is wet, we warm him if he is cold, we give him meat and drink, that he may allay his thirst and hunger; and we spread soft furs for him to rest and sleep on; we demand nothing in return. But, if I go into a white man's house at Albany, and ask for victuals and drink, they say, 'Where is your money?' and if I have none, they say, 'Get out, you Indian dog.' You see they have not yet learned those little good things, that we need no meetings to be instructed in, because our mothers taught them to us when we were children; and therefore it is impossible their meetings should be, as they say, for any such purpose, or have any such effect; they are only to contrive the cheating of Indians in the price of beaver. "
It is a pity there weren't more of his ilk, then maybe the history of the American Natives and the Settlers would have been happier.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
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Friday, August 8, 2008
We went out, I metaphor a drink.
Just in case you need some writing inspiration. Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners:
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another
city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Unwell
Hi,
I am off work today as I feel like I have a hangover. The awful part is that I haven't had a drink since Friday, so that means I am unwell.
Symptoms? Well tiredness, headache, waves of nausea (though no vomiting as yet) and lack of appetite. For anything.
I hate being unwell. The only thing I dislike more is when those around me are unwell, as my spouse and the-fruit-of-my-loins have been for the last couple of days.
So as I have nothing better to do, some observations:
American political campaigns are NASTY!! trying to question the patriotism of someone who might lead the country n is something I have never seen in British or Kiwi politics. I wonder if the Obama camp will try to make out that McCain was just lazing around doing no work whilst he spent 7 years in that POW camp. Oh and Myk, I hope that its more civil at the local level.
We all love lists. Whenever I an cruising Digg, I inevitably end up on a list of the best or worst of something. Even if it is something I don't care about. But I am weird.
Dr Who ROCKS!! My son is hooked and now has to have our cat in his room at night to protect him against the Vashta Narada.
Am I a bad Dad for letting him watch something that gives him nightmares, even though he LOVES it? I don't think so. Fear is part of life, and you have to have a fear to conquer it.
Still, spring is on the way,and before we turn around it will be high summer, and Christmas.
I still haven't got used to warm Christmases.
Oh Well, be good
Friday, July 25, 2008
Let's Talk About Evolution!
If you read Digg.com, them every now and again you will come across articles that try to predict the way that we as a species are headed. Ecology, economic and scientific articles I read with interest, but they don't get me annoyed. The articles that piss me off are the ones about Evolution.
That there is evolution happening is not seriously in doubt, and that it has always happened is again a as near to a fact as can be. Those who disagree are Creationists, and therefore not open to debate.
Evolutionary theory is based on the premise that when an individual animal develops a trait which makes it more successful at passing its genetic characteristics on to the next generation, then over time this will lead to a change in the species as a whole as its genes spread.
Now, the characteristic must make the animal more likely to pass its genes on. It must make him or her a more successful mating and parenting unit. Her is where I get annoyed.
You will find some morons saying things like "As we evolve, we will become better able to use computers and multitask with technology and stuff" or ""Because we are all using PS3 controllers, our thumbs will evolve to make us better gamers, they will be bigger and more mobile"
Now, Genetic material in an individual (as far as we know) is fixed. People don't evolve, species do. So if you get good at playing video games, your skill will not be passed on to your offspring as a genetic trait. Sorry. Secondly, and without being offensive, your trait must make you attractive to the opposite sex and more likely for them to be a sexual partner over and above others of the same species. I.T. and gaming skills don't score high on the list of desirable traits for a lover. "I can configure your home network" .."Oh you stud, take me!, TAKE ME!" Not feasible eh?
In theory, the only genetic mutation which will be passed on by natural selection is one which makes the person with the trait more successful at mating, and producing children. Smallpox resilience is an obvious trait which gives you a mating advantage (you cant mate if you are dead).
I struggle to see how most of the stresses of modern life can be easily turned to a stimulus for genetic advantage.
From experience, it appears the inability to have any moral qualms about sexual fidelity, and not caring about being a father to you children, are two traits which allow more rapid and indiscriminate spreading of your genetic material.
So next time you are on a council sink estate, or an inner city project, look around and see the future of humanity.
The meak won't inherit the Earth, it will be the Chavs.
Be Good
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Capitalism (we are all SCREWED MAN!!!)
Hi,
Economic climate is a bit crap eh? It seems whenever you turn on the TV, or open a newspaper (well, one without breasts on page 3) it will tell you tales of some company or other which is going down the tubes. This is A Bad Thing, people loose jobs, their savings, their homes and before you know it you have 'buddy, spare a dime?'
But there is an upside, some of us are insulated from the woes and pain, our money secure, our homes safe and employment just around the corner. These people are the bosses. The fund managers, the chief execs and chairmen. The people whose fast and loose accounting and business practices have landed the other 99.99% of us in the shit.
When Robert Maxwell died, and the full horror of what he and his board (ie his sons) had done, the courts were hard. They froze the assets of the family, and would only allow 'reasonable expenses'. These expenses amounted to £5000 a week, on top of living expenses, which included 1st class air travel. Because that's what he was used to. Never mind that he was only able to afford to live in that lifestyle because he had stolen the pensions funds of his workers, who might earn £1000 per month. Oh No.
Hanover Finance is in difficulties, this means that many of the people who invested in this company will not get their cash back. The guy who owns the company? He is fine, its 'limited' see? No comebacks. He is protected by 'regulations'. It makes me smile when free marketeers ignore the free labour market (i.e.unions) and people who hate 'red tape' but cling to it, if it is whats stopping them going to the poor house.
If you run a deregulated economy, you turn businesses into protection rackets and businessmen into crooks and loan sharks. If you really want to deregulate, you have to remove the regulations which protect the businessman as well as the investor, so if they screw up, they loose everything first. That might make them think twice before they make unacceptable risks with our money.
Capitalism is the least-worst way to run an economy, but that doesn't mean we cant make it better. You need regulations, because it has been shown time and again that you can't trust people not to be greedy.
Be Good
Monday, July 21, 2008
Politics For Eeejits
Politics. Fucked if I know what all the fuss is about personally. We have an election in NZ, there is one in the USA at some point and the Brits join the party at some point. So as a public service I have decided to do a quick Politics for Dummies.
Liberals
Bizarrely enough for the Americans amongst us, the Liberal tradition includes both the Conservatives (Republicans/Tories) and the Democrats(Labour/Social Democrats).
Whats the difference? The Conservatives tend to believe that the individuals if left alone will better themselves if left alone, and the Left believe that the disadvantaged need the help of the State (everyone who is better off) to not be poor and stuff. Both believe in Democracy, the rule of law and the rights of the individual against the wishes of the majority. The difference is in emphasis not philosophy.
Communitarian
This lot believe that the majorities wishes take precedence, that society as whole is better placed to tell people what is right for us all. Therefore the most famous communitarian party had "Socialist" in its title, The National Socialist Party of Germany (Nazi). Every time someone tells you that you behaviours is wrong because it offends societies norms, that is a Fascist or Nazi statement.
Socialist/Communist
This lot believe that all wealth should be held in common, for the good of all. It's position that anyone who turns a profit at someone else expense is basically a slave owner sounded good to the poor and rootless. Everyone is equal, no one is the boss of you. It had one drawback, It was bullshit. It took nearly 100 years to figure that in this system, people were just as fucked as if they were in a Nazi dictatorship.
Anarchist
Everyone is the boss, no government, little committees make all the decisions at local level. Hmmm. That one didn't work either.
Dictatorships
One guy in charge, with a loy of guys backing him up, they have guns, you don't. Even if you do, their guns are bigger. Basically keep you head down and you might see your kids grow up. Nice
Libertarians
Leave us alone, like anarchy but without all that touchy feely concern for you neighbours. Sounds good, but read Hobbes and he hits the nail on the head. Give it a bit of time and your Libertarians will end up living in a dictatorship. Why? Biggest Dog is the Boss, and it is a fair bet that you are not the biggest dog. Most of these guys live in Montana, and think being White makes them superior and some such shite. Wankers.
There has never been a popular revolution against a Democracy. Another observation, belief in the power of the unfettered individual and the belief that Governments should keep out of your private stuff does not make you a baby eating Fascist, and concern for the underprivileged don't make you a communist bleeding heart evil America hating pot smoking scumbag.
So please, during the political season, lay off the insults.
Be Good
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Back In The UK-The Final Chapter
Hi,
So after the brilliance of Bruce we had 10 days to go until the plane back home, and we spent it doing what we actually went back to the UK for, seeing Family, Friends and people that we love.
So there is little to talk about really.
My mates Gary, Leighton and their Families are as great as they ever were. My own Family are lovely (Even when they argue) my old mates at The Princess of Wales Hospital are awesome and the UK is not the best place for any of them. Its in NZ, Napier to be exact. They agree with me, but they don't seem to be here so they can't agree with me that much. Oh well, never mind eh?
I didn't get to see Leeds play, due to an unfortunate mess up on the last week, so it was with mixed emotions that I got on the 27 hour flight to come home. My time in the UK told me that, whatever advantages we have in a big country like Britain (no sniggering at the back Americans) the downside is too steep for me to countenance returning.
The downside is that apart from my mates, and cheap electronics, and Bruce once every 4 years there is nothing there for me. Sad really.
So what did we gain? My Son is now an avid Dr Who fan, and he has seen the wonder of on demand free TV (BBCi player, which we can't get in NZ! Damn you BBC!) I got cool stuff for my Birthday, and a £5 haircut from David's in Neath. Plus 2 pairs of glasses for £100 sweet! Ieuan got lots of Games for the X-Box, and Jacqui has had a reminder that 4 Adults into 1, 2 bedroom house doesn't go.
I have always felt like a foreigner, so I suppose I am happier being foreign in a land that is foreign to me than feeling foreign in a land where I am supposed to be at home. Weird eh? but so am I. So that's OK then I suppose.
Back to pontificating about stuff I can't change soon, until then be good
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Back in the UK (Bruce)
I like Bruce Springsteen. I was introduced to "Tha Boss" by my mate Gary, who is a massive Springsteen fan, and has been forever. I like him because he is just one of the greatest lyricists and songwriters there has ever been. So when Gary got me a ticket to see him in Cardiff for my 40th, I was like a dog with 2 cocks.
My enthusiasm was tempered by the knowledge that Gary was ill. Not dying ill, but in a shed load of pain continuously kind of ill. He promised me that he wouldn't miss the Boss for the world, and that Gary Me and Andy (good bloke) would be together screaming ourselves hoarse like 2 teenage girls.
It didn't work out like that. Gary was unable to be the third man here. All I can say is that he must be in a lot of pain.
So we roped my Brother-In -Law in tow and off we went.
I am not going to give a blow by blow here. Needless to say the experience bordered on the religious. Only spoiled slightly by drunk people talking during the show.
Surprisingly, it wasn't like the ear bleedingly load shows I have seen in the past (Metallica and Iron Maiden where really loud) but it was the best musically.
The guy is a star, and a one off.
Gary furnished me with the entire back catalogue, and I have been driving everyone nuts by playing it in work and the car. Do I care? Not really.
In parting, if you get the chance to see Bruce Springsteen in concert, just do it. You might surprise yourself
Be Good
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Back In the UK (Part 2)
The first week of my sojourn back to the UK was taken up with seeing friends and family. It is amazing how much time is taken up by visits when you have 4 years to catch up on, and how quickly that you are back on the terms you left on. It was as if I hadn't been away, which made it feel kind of other worldly, as if I was dreaming the entire episode.
On the first Friday we took a trip up to Glastonbury with Jamie, by brother in law, to see his girlfriend and spend a day at hippie central, which was superb. THis is us at the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey. THe monks were slaughtered by Henry VIII, they disagreed with his opinion that he was head of the Church of England
This is in the grounds of Wells Cathedral. Ieuan found a friendly cat to hassle.
Jamie managed to get us back home in time to be picked up by Susan for an overnighter at my mate Leighton's house. His 4 kids we always very close to Ieuan, and nothing had changed there. A real great night.
We stayed over on the Saturday at my parents. My Father had a run in with Prostate Cancer last year, so it was great to have a social occasion with myself, the family and some close childhood friends. Half way through the night we had a phone call, that my Mother in Law had slipped whilst playing Cricket on the beach, and had broken her leg.
THe next day we went up to see my brother Des and his new wife for a BBQ. Ieuan liked Des' dogs, a pair of Mastiffs by the names of Molly and Bailey. Here is Molly with Ieuan, myself and Des are in the background.
Now this was a pain for her, sure, but for us it was almost as irritating. We were all going to go to London for a 4 day trip on the Monday, so I had to cancel her and my Father in Law's rooms. As it was, there was no drama, and we went u[p anyway. The trip was done on the cheap, staying at a travelodge in the City of London (about $160 a night USD) and going to the Museums of Natural History, Science the V&A and the Imperial War Museum, Lambeth.
Each one of these museums you could skim in a day, but to really enjoy the first 3 would take a couple of days each. The Imperial War Museum is on 4 sites in London, so each one would take a good half day each I think. Need less to say we had a great time, if very tiring. Best of all, it was all free! I am a skinflint.
The Natural History Museum itself is one of the most beautiful and impressive bits of Victorian neo-gothic architecture in existence. It was designed as a Cathedral to Nature, and it is awesome. There is so much within it which is both awesome and beautiful, I cant express how wonderful a place it is. This is the Diplodocus that stands in the Great Hall, with myself and Ieuan beneath it.
The Science Museum is a place where a nerd like me can be lost for days. There is a hall of space which contains the actual Apollo 10 capsule, plus a Saturn 5 motor and a load of other cool stuff.
The hall of aviation has a Vickers Vimy WW1 bomber, plus a Hurricane and Spitfire, and a Bf 109 Messerscmidt.
The Victoria & Albert Museum contains basically the best examples of stuff humans have made, be that fine art (there are numerous pieces by Rodain, Turner, Constable and Rembrandt) or wrought ironwork. THere are hall dedicated to Chinese, Islamic, African artifacts (plus many, many more) and it has within it some of the most beautiful examples of just how awesome humans can be when they put their minds to it. I found it quite overwhelming.
Ieuan found that his feet were falling off, so this is him in the central courtyard of the V&A
The Imperial War Museum brings you back to earth with a resounding thud. I have always found it ironic that some of the most ingenious and beautiful things humans have ever made are designed to murder people. The displays of WW1 and 2 are sobering, and the display on the Holocaust and crimes against humanity were enough to chill the soul of any man with an ounce of fellow feeling in him.
THis is Ieuan with a "Tommy Cooker" (That's what the Germans nicknamed the Sherman, because it caught fire a lot, and was hard to get out of), and in the cockpit of a Lancaster heavy bomber, where my cousin Des served as a navigator in WW2
We arrived back on the Thursday, tired but happy. I received a call from my mate Gary telling me that he wasn't well enough to attend the Bruce Springsteen concert on Saturday, which was a bit of bad news. But more of that next time
Be Good
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Back in the UK, part 1
Well we have been back in NZ for 2 whole days, and I am jet lagged to hell, which is why I am writing this at 5am.
First, the flight. I got on in Auckland, and was immediately impressed by the aircraft, (an Airbus A340-500, for the plane nerds out there), and the airline (Emirates, fly them if you get the chance). I was less impressed by the whining kid that kept me awake, but there you go. You cannot get bored, at your fingertips are over 400 albums, 100 movies and numerous TV shows, all on demand. Stunning.
We stopped off at Dubai, and I have to say Dubai International is the most impressive airport I have ever been in, O'Hare was good, but the terminal looks like it was designed by an Arab Xzibit. BLING CENTRAL!
We then flew (Boeing 777, nice) to Birmingham, UK. I had a very nice Arab family sitting next to me, who had 5 kids, all impeccably behaved, when they weren't being unbelievably cute. The 2nd youngest took a shine to me, which he expressed by painting my arm with tomato sauce.
I drove from the airport to my home, which was scary, I had forgotten how crowded and fast the roads in the UK were. We arrived safe and sound.The first week was taken up by seeing the family and friends I had so missed, and it was beautiful. My nieces and my friends kids are growing so fast it is daft. I had a lovely welcome from my mates.
We were staying at my Father in laws house, and I was using his car. He has a van for his works, so it wasn't too onerous for him, but thanks all the same. My son discovered that you can view TV on demand in the UK using the BBCi player, and Dr Who, so in the 4 weeks we were there he watched every episode we could.
Well that enough for now. I will write about London, broken legs and beer next time.
Be Good
Friday, May 30, 2008
Its Better to Travel....
Well its been 3 years and 8 months since I left the shores of the "united" Kingdom and headed for a better life in New Zealand, and now I am heading back for a holiday. 4 weeks to remind myself of my family, my mates and drink in the things I most miss about living in Swansea. Which are my Family and my Mates actually. Oh, and the drink!
We are traveling on one half empty suitcase. The 3 of us, which I believe is a record. This is because we will need all the space I can get for food and stuff that expats have asked us to return with (Walkers Chicken crisps? Malt loaf? M&S underwear? Elite Bass strings?).
I am seeing Bruce Springsteen in Cardiff, and Leeds beat Castleford, and I am having a party on the 20th at Neath Athletic RFC. (Everyone is invited. If you fancy a nighht in the metropolis of Neath, e mail me)
What I am not looking forward to is 27 hours on a plane. But there you go. I am also looking forward to decent commercial free TV
Smoke me a kipper, i'll be back for breakfast
Be Good
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Childern growing up old friends growing older...
I don't know how many of you out there have Facebook, but I do. I am not a particular fan of it, as I don't see the point of getting fairy wings or being a time-lord or some such rubbish, but a load of my old mates and family are on there so I am.
I clicked a few of the guys this morning to say hi, and I checked out a couple of photographs. Kids I remember playing with Lego are now handsome young men and beautiful young women. People I remember as hot 20 somethings are now resembling their parents.
I looked in the mirror this morning and a tired looking, greying old man looked back at me "Soft in the middle, and the rest of my life is so hard" Mind you, I am ill at the moment. A cold if you must know (but I suspect dengue fever (I also woke with an increadibly painful wrist, which means I am typing this left handed)).
I have never chased youth. I am not one of these 40 year old who wishes he was 27 again. (Actually I wouldn't mind getting my 27 year old body back, but that's just time and hard work) and I believe that I am a better man now than I have been before. I just wish that time would stand still, and stop messing with me.
I also know that one day I will write this blog, substituting parents for grandparents, and children for grandchildren and eventually one day I won't write no more, and neither will anyone I read and enjoy. That seems a waste to me, but that more that likely is just egocentric arrogance.
There is no point to this post, I have a sore neck, a painful wrist, and I don't want to grow up. Thanks for listening.
(ps well done if you got the numerous Rush references through out this blog)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Joy of Giving....(and why tipping makes me cringe)
One of the most rewarding things you can do is giving. Whether that is time, gifts or cash, to give to a deserving cause gives me a wonderful feeling.
As an example, when I returned from the USA on Saturday, I was greeted by my 11 year old son Ieuan. Now I love this kid more than my life, and I really like making him happy. So when on this little trip I bought him a Chicago Bears jersey with Brian Urlachers name on the back, and a PSP.
I showed him the shirt, and he was chuffed, then I handed him the PSP and said, "put this over there will you kiddo?" He took it from my hand, not realising what I had given him.
Then he looked down, and I thought his face would peel off from the grin he had on his face. Honestly, he couldn't speak properly because he was smiling so much.
That is why I like giving, the reaction you get in return, the joy of knowing that someone really loves you at that moment. Its even better with Ieuan, because I know that if I didn't buy him anything, he would still love me as much. He is a little star.
Now knowing that, you think I would like tipping, but it gives me the hebbie-jeebies. You see, in my job you cannot accept gifts at all, and I would feel insulted if someone were to offer me a tip for doing my job, because my level of care and professionalism does not, and never will depend on how much cash I am paid for doing my work.
As well as this, giving a tip seems to me like bribery on my part, and begging on the part of the receiver. Now when in the UK, if I had gone out for a meal, if the service was good, and the food good, I tipped. I feel that good service deserves reward, and I am grateful for good food, but tipping is not regarded as either compulsory or even expected in the UK, so the people who received the tip were often genuinely pleased with the tip.
However in the USA, tipping is a part of the meal, just like tax. In fact in one place I went to, it was added to the bill "for my convenience". Hmm..cheeky tossers.
I do know that these guys are paid a crap wage, and they live on their tips. But I would say, charge more on the food, pay your staff better, then I will be happy to tip, knowing it is neither expected or compulsory, and the receiver of my tip knows it is a genuine expression of my appreciation, and not just a reflex action.
Of course, I tipped freely for the reason I gave above, and so that I didn't appear cheap. I am so vain.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Been around the World ayeyeye...
What an eye opener. Australia was interesting. In comparison to NZ, it felt old. The buildings reminded me of Cardiff (except hotter), and the town was nice. Sydney was bigger, and a bit more anonymous. Though the Opera house is beautiful, and the restaurant we went to in Darling harbour was ace.
The USA was a giggle. We arrived after 12 hours in LAX. What a dump, really dishevelled looking and tatty. The immigration guy was a laugh mind, he said "You going to Chicago?" I said I was "My condolences" Which was nice.
We caught the plane to Chicago, arriving after nightfall. The city stretched out below us mile in every direction, it was quite a lovely and awesome sight.
O'Hare gets my vote for World's best airport (I have been to). Apart from the great amenities and clean airy buildings the people were great, genuinely pleasant to talk to. We stayed in the Raddison O'Hare overnight, then flew on to Rochester.
O'Hare is the busiest airport in the world, and to look back and see 10-20 aircraft in mid air was just surreal.
Rochester is a good little town of a million people, though it looks like the city needs a cash injection, or at least some of it. Everyone here was great, including the store clerk who tried to convince me that my son would be better off with a Bills shirt than Urlachers' Bears jersey. I bought the Bears top, and a Cubs baseball shirt. I figure a side that hasn't won a world series in 100 plus years needs my support.
After the viewing of the gear, we flew back to LA, and I was dragged down to the Chinese theatre and all that jazz. I thought it was tacky, sordid and a bit sad really, watching people dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow offering to get their photo with you, for a little bit of cash.
I must say I did not like LA.
I rode the subway through Watts and Compton, and saw the state of those particular neighbourhoods, and then we drove through some really expensive real estate, complete with barred windows and razor wire on the gates, and I thought, if those poor guys in South Central were less poor, you rich tossers could have windows you can see out of.
Roll on an Obama Presidency I say.
I also sampled a few beers, all local, all good. Met some nice people, and one or two tossers (Hello LAX check in staff! Hope you get something unpleasant you surly wankers) And saw a lot of the US in not a lot of time. I would go back to Chicago in a shot, but LA you can have boys and girls.
So after another 13 hours I arrived back home to Napier, and I am so glad I don't do this very often. Ieuan love the shirt, and I love the fact that he loves it. The US is a great place (in parts) and full of good people. I would be happy to go back there, though LA I will miss
Thanks for listening
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Hurricane Katrina and the Marshall Plan
Last night I watched a program called "Dirty Jobs, with Mike Rowe" I like this program a hell of a lot, mostly because Mike is so likable, but last night I was more horrified than most.
Mike was in New Orleans, helping a bunch of people clean up after hurricane Katrina. He was with a demolition crew gutting hoses for refurbishment, with a rodent control crew and finally Mosquito eradication.
Now the area Mike was visiting were a mess. No they were more than a mess, they were cockroach and mouse infested stinking pile of wood and mud and these guys were making them habitable. What stuck me was that these were not slums, these houses were good homes, in good areas with garages and swimming pools.
What struck me was that this is nearly 2 years post Katrina.
After the second world war, Europe was reconstructed in around 5-7 years by the Marshall plan. A brilliant piece of statesmanship by Harry Truman where the USA paid for the reconstruction of Europe.
Now the money was loaned, (In fact, the UK made the last repayment last year!) and the majority of the money was spent on American goods and services. The USA benefited greatly from this plan, not only directly in goods and trade bought by Marshal plan money, but in the creation of markets for US goods, and most of all, in political capital.
But that is the point. Everyone benefited. There were no losers.
In comparison to the second world war, Katrina was a sneeze, a minor hiccough. The US spends trillions of dollars on a pointless war, and your own citizens wait over 2 years to have the filth washed from their homes from a natural disaster.
Why was there no Marshall plan for Louisiana? Doesn't the Government owe a debt of honour to keep the citizens of the South protected? Is it because no one cares? I just want to know how the people of California feel, if there is another huge Earthquake, do you have faith in your Politicians?
Of course, ultimately its the people who are responsible for the actions of your politicians. If they are not doing their job, make them. If you can't be bothered. well prey you never suffer a Katrina in your area.
Friday, March 14, 2008
What do you know?
Its been a while I know, I haven't had the inclination or the time to write, and this has been because my life has been, well, interesting.
When I became a Radiographer in 1990, the life wasn't interesting really. Oh don't get me wrong, the day to day stuff is always stimulating, and get me in the right mood, and I have got a million stories of the heart stopping stupidity and brilliance of the people I share the planet with, but basically we take x-rays.
That is basically it.
Well, not any more. You see over the last 15 years, Radiology has got all "high tech" and "computery". We no longer use film, we image using magnetic fields of mind blowing power, we image using radioactive indictable materials, and we use ultrasound. We also use all of these things together in interesting and varied ways. Also, we now produce literally thousand's of images per exam. These are all stored electronically.
Which brings me to my job.
I am the PACS Administrator for Hawkes Bay District Health Board. I was stepped down from the Charge Radiographer role in favour of my new boss, who I call "Boss" or Paula, (I am convinced this was the right choice, having worked with her for the last month), and now I do all the "techy" stuff. Which I love, being Aspergers (and capable of concentrating on a task without a break for 6+hours) I am suited for it.
But the thing with hi tech equipment, is it costs a lot of money. Someone has to choose the gear we buy, and that is me (supported by my clinical team, who I have a sneaking feeling actually do all the work whilst I take the glory). In order to choose new gear, I have to see it, which means I go to where it is installed and operating.
Which means next month I am going (with 2 other clinical team members) on an expenses paid trip to Melbourne, Adelaide and (drum roll) Rochester, in upstate New York!!!!!!!
To say I am excited about this trip is a bit of an understatement!! I have never been to the USA, and to be taken there, business class to a hospital 60 miles from Niagara Falls is a bit of a fantastic stroke of luck.
I haven't been to Oz either, but I am not so excited about that one. They have spiders and snakes and things....Ewwww!
Oh, it will be work, and it will be knackering, and I will be an ambassador for my employer and everything..
But I still am counting the days. Watch out America! The Redcoats are coming!! (Actually my coat is brown suede leather, but that hasn't got such a ring to it)
Be Good