that guy

Realisation that my difficulty/diffidence in participation in group outings/adventures out of town is traceable back to a requirement for an independant and infallible exit strategy.

There's a relationship simile in there somewhere.

This is my week in pictures.

one of the more entertaining portion of the evening was when the dj at sammies threw in a song "and drugs, and threesomes, and drugs, and threesomes, and drugs, and threesomes,...:" :-D the place synchronised on a vibe. lols!!!! anyway, it struck me as way more fun than the penis song.

starting to think getting rid of caller ID was a bad idea. last night phone rang, answered, silence, hung up. and then remembered sometimes have to whack the phone to make it work... oh well. probably a telemarketer. but interesting how my mind works through all the possible people who might have rung and imagines their possible reactions to me hanging up on them.

nobody ever rings me on the home line, so when they do its a special event.

it is the small things like this that make my brain run round in circles

oh well.

am really looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet at home tonight so I can sit down and pay some bills.

how's that for an amazing life?

Never mind about backing up your data:

This is your public service reminder to ensure that you have at least a basic First Aid box.

at a minimum:
- dinsinfectant cream
- a few different sizes of elastoplast / band-aids

- the more that is going on the less interested I am in posting about it
- there's a lot going on
- bok choy and rocket seeds have sprouted, garlic is growing well, as are potatoes, yams, red onions, silverbeet, broccolli
- the best / most satisfying / most retro-cool stereo in the house cost $10.

Successes of today so far include:
- getting cheap and shiny stuff for making some staffs
- finding out the pre-amp i just picked up was supposed to be sold for more than twice as much... hundreds more
- getting a WoF on the trailer in about 10 minutes
- having a decent fire going through the night, warm house in the morning, and still in the afternoon
- special bouquet to Placemakers staff for being generally onto it.

Fails today go towards:
- Mitre 10 Mega for having a limited range
- Grouse Lighting for being closed on weekends.
- Ullrich Aluminium for only being open for 3 hours on Saturday morning. 11.30 closing!?!
- Hell Pizza for employing delivery driver who thinks Hazard Lights make it ok to park in the middle of a busy, rainy, main downtown thoroughfare
- Spotlight for being .. umm... Spotlight


And it is only afternoon teatime!

I've just discovered my old $80 Dick Smith's DVD player, sidelined cos it doesn't always read double layer DVDs and the front display don't go no mo', has 5.1 sound and that means... a SUB OUT! Also likely a better DAC than the CD player, and it reads MP3s and CD/R/RW.

Plus a remote.

Sounds pretty good so far.

I have a project.

"Quelle horreur" sez those wot know me.

This is a continuation of a few lines of activity, and I shall refresh the memory of the memory-parched among us, with reference to a prior post:

http://pinkiepoopoo.livejournal.com/82673.html

and this one

http://pinkiepoopoo.livejournal.com/76576.html

in case you can't be bothered, they are about an old Akai amp I got, and then replaced some power supply capacitors. (learning about electronics off the internet. ray!)
( a story of electrickery )
Subsequent developments shall ensue. Probably comedic.

every morning I achieve consciousness and personality for the day through a process of rebuilding my understanding of the world, and reinterpreting the events and people that have I have been affected by up to that point.

it is not always speedy.

Really liking that it is now possible to come home, have a rest, and still have an hour of daylight to do jobs around the garden.

Even just a few casual passes on a few jobs makes a huge difference: bit of a rearrangement of the potato tyres, bit of tidying junk off a deck, bit of chopping stray branches on the pathways, bit of raking up crap off the flat grass: I am realising it is not necessary to do flat-out working bee type of activity, just a casual but persistent attention to moving things progressively towards the ideal.

Life's a bit like that too.

Roll on Summer Of The Senses.

the BEST customer service:
ultimae records:


Hello Michael,



How are you ? i hope very well, yesterday i sent your package! Yes !! with Imaginary Friends he is wonderful!!

Email me for any questions Michael or problems.

Thanks a lot for your support.

I wish you a very lovely weekend with all the best from France.



Warmest regards,

Sarah.

I recall ferlengheti wanting a Bambina.

well....



(click for more)

you don't get any better than "Italian designed ... built by BMW"

not a lot but i guess it is a monday:

did as I intended, and arrived home, changed clothes, and quickly waterblasted as much of the path as i could before it got too dark. Great! amazing how much energy I have if I don't just come home and plop down to "rest" for a while.

just got onto a bit of housework, got it together to make food, had a decent phone call with a mate, arranged a dinner with another mate, and thought about the New Plan... ie "get to bed 'cause you can't work if you don't sleep, dumbarse!"

eagerly awaiting new music to be arriving from France, and some wicks for the thing I'm making as well.

so I guess that's all pretty groovy.

golly, and another call and another dinner. nice.

so basically life is one long series of ups and downs. never forget that. as long as the memory of the last up is stronger than the last down, it will keep moving positively

ok this was an interesting weekend:

spent friday nigth getting completely blitzed at Lady Sings The BLues:
met some awesome people, and ended up alien dancing with them, then putting my hand up this guys skirt. he didnt mind.
woke up saturday feeling like a twit, went through my pockets to confirm what i had been up to. found a packet of salvia (unopened) a CD from the gig, two bananas, and a deposit slip with a name and phone number. all my clothes were soaking wet.
so a phone call later and i was booked in on sunday for a drive up the coast
saturday was spent doing Jobs! and recovering the shreds of my self composure. one job was constructing a joining system for making a whirling stick.




that's some tent poles from the tip and some bits of bulldog clip.

Sunday went for that drive, met the people from the gig, and we all went on a picnic and visit to the art studio, which is on a lovely farmland and bush acreage, with a gulley and stream and waterfalls. really nice.
general invitations of continuing friendship all round.
then went postering with will and rich.
took a few pixxxxx....
( random pix )

oh and deleted my recent internet dating profile after it was up, um, 2 weeks approx? god i just can't face that shit.

How Masterton's Streets Got Their Names. By Gareth Winter.


IORNS STREET

Richard Iorns, who married Masters' daughter Sarah, is recalled in the two Iorns Streets, North and South, which are divided by a small paddock. These streets run through Richard Iorns' original Small Farm Block.
Iorns, who had been in business with Joseph Masters in Wellington manufacturing ginger beer, was to be the first person buried in the Masterton cemetery, shortly after Masterton's settlement.
According to family legend some discarded clothing was found on the banks of the Waingawa and the local families assumed someone had drowned trying to cross over the river. Richard Iorns was deputed to dig a grave for the victim. As it turned out no one had drowned that day, but Iorns caught pneumonia while digging the grave, and died. He was buried in the grave he had himself dug.
His widow stayed in Masterton, running the town's general store and the first Post Office in Queen Street. During the time she ran the store she met her second husband, Henry Bannister.




Richard Iorns is my great great or great great great grandfather or whatever.

tonight i learned that to roll a flaming stick over the shoulder of the arm that has the hand that is holding it, i need to raise my fist to my armpit while the stick is coming up vertical, and this is probably best done after initial burnoff.

oh, number two would be: it's always better with an audience.

tonight was my second time out with fire, and I will say that I really like it.
learned two new things again:
- rollaround upper elbow to slide down to hand
- it doesn't hurt