Friday, September 01, 2006

Everything Affleck

Affleck and alterego Damon take Best Actor Award for Pearl Harbour.

Anonymous said...this is very interesting, tell us more about ben affleck.8:17 AM

OK I will....

Ben Affleck is a fictional character. He has appeared in numerous movies - most recently in Kevin Smith's Clerks 2. In actually Affleck has appeared in a number of Kevin Smith's films but confusingly in all cases, known by other names. His aliases are many and varied; Shannon Hamilton, Holden McNeil, Bartleby, Himself, Ollie Trinke, and Gawking Guy.

Affleck has had an interesting career. At one time or another he has worked in the following jobs; Sheriff, Miner/Astronaut, Angel cast from Heaven, Captain, Comic Book Artist, Government agent, Blind Superhero, and Mobster to name but a few. I wonder where he gets the time. I suspect he had padded his CV ; as he was born in 1972, which would have made him -31 in 1941, and hence too young to enlist as a Captain.

However even superhero's have flaws: he is a complete womaniser. He has had relationships with Alyssa Jones, Grace Stamper, Bridget Cahill, Ashley Mercer, Elektra Natchios, Dr. Rachel Porter. Often seeming to be heading to marital bliss at the end of his last movie Affleck suddenly appears uninvolved at the start of his next movie. Girls beware!

In a vague reference to this shady past Kevin Smith added a bogus reference to having to '86 dead hookers from his trailer....

Affleck is however currently married to Elektra Natchios, who herself, goes by many different names. It goes to show that truth is stranger than fiction.

Evidentally Affleck was the bomb in Phantoms. We know this to be a fact; because Affleck actually said it himself in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

Affleck also played himself in J.A.S.B.S.B - playing Chuckie Sullivan in Good Will Hunting 2 (Applesause). It was very ironic!

Thursday, August 31, 2006

An interesting true story.

Affleck was the bomb in Phantoms!

Note: This article was severely edited from Wikipedia. The original information is here.

I always liked this story when I heard it in Good Will Hunting because;
1) The language of mathematics broke culteral and class barriers in the early 1900's between a poor Indian student, and a learned Cambridge mathematician, and
2) True talent comes not from training, but from our truest desires.

Srinivāsa Aiyangār Rāmānujan was an Indian mathematician and one of the greatest mathematical geniuses of the twentieth century. He is widely considered the greatest mathematical prodigy that the world has ever seen.

A child prodigy, he was largely self-taught in mathematics and had compiled over 3,000 theorems between 1914 and 1918 at the University of Cambridge. Often, his formulas were merely stated, without proof, and were only later proven to be true. His results were highly original and unconventional, and have inspired a large amount of research and many mathematical papers; however, some of his discoveries have been slow to enter the mathematical mainstream.

In 1898, at age 10, he entered the Town High School in Kumbakonam, where he may have encountered formal mathematics for the first time. At 11 he had mastered the mathematical knowledge of two lodgers at his home, both students at the Government College, and was lent books on advanced trigonometry written by S. L. Loney, which he mastered by age 13. His peers at the time commented later, "We, including teachers, rarely understood him" and "stood in respectful awe" of him.At this time in his life, he was quite poor and was often near the point of starvation.

In late 1912 and early 1913 Ramanujan sent letters and examples of his theorems to three Cambridge academics: H. F. Baker, E. W. Hobson, and G. H. Hardy. Only Hardy, a Fellow of Trinity College to whom Ramanujan wrote in January 1913, recognized the genius demonstrated by the theorems.

Although Hardy was one of the pre-eminent mathematicians of his day and an expert in several of the fields Ramanujan was writing about, he commented, "many of them defeated me completely; I had never seen anything in the least like them before."

After some initial skepticism, Hardy replied with comments, requesting proofs for some of the discoveries, and began to make plans to bring Ramanujan to England.

Plagued by health problems all of his life, living in a country far from home, and obsessively involved with his studies, Ramanujan's health worsened in England, perhaps exacerbated by stress, and by the scarcity of vegetarian food during the First World War.
He returned to India in 1919 and died soon after in Kumbakonam, his final gift to the world being the discovery of 'mock theta functions'.

G. H. Hardy wrote of Ramanujan:

* "I still say to myself when I am depressed, and find myself forced to listen to pompous and tiresome people, 'Well, I have done one thing you could never have done, and that is to have collaborated with both Littlewood and Ramanujan on something like equal terms.'"

* "I remember once going to see Ramanujan when he was lying ill at Putney. I had ridden in taxi cab number 1729 and remarked that the number seemed to me rather a dull one, and that I hoped it was not an unfavorable omen. 'No,' he replied, 'it is a very interesting number; it is the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways.'"

* "...[T]he greatest mathematicians made their most significant discoveries when they were very young. Galois who died at 20, Abel at 26, and Riemann at 39, had actually made their mark in history. So the real tragedy of Ramanujan was not his early death at the age of 32, but that in his most formative years, he did not receive proper training, and so a significant part of his work was rediscovery..."

Monday, August 28, 2006

Me and me mates are islands

I lived here!

In my opinion, all men are islands.
And what's more, now's the time to be one.
This is an island age.

Every man is an island. And I stand by that.
But clearly, some men are part of island chains.
Below the surface of the ocean they're actually connected.

These words of wisdom from Nick Hornby

Did I mention that we are basically misunderstood? Oh and deep as well!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Car Guys

Not the authors first choice

I must admit I've taken a few knocks lately. A couple of weeks after being told I wasn't good enough to be introduced as a possible date to a girl, my friends now say I should buy a Toyota Corolla.
It is a well known fact that you are not what you eat, but what you drive. Suggesting I am a potential Toyota Corolla driver cuts to the core essence of who I am. And I'm damn sure I'm not ready to drive into a life of four door domesticality - well at least not yet.
When I suggested a hot hatch, say in the theme of a VW Golf or 206 GTI, IG said, "But it's French - are you sure it's you?". He then went on to further insult me by suggesting an Australian Holden or Ford might be more my cup of tea...Ouch.
I think it's important to take time to explain just how shallow we car guys can be. For car guys a car is an extension of oneself. Like a favourite t shirt or clothes that sum up how we see ourselves, a car is an integral part of how we want others to see us. You may think that a Toyota Corolla is a good practical car; and you'd be right. A Toyota Corolla is also a sensible car choice - they run and run, are cheap to fix if they break, and the resale value is often good. But although these are all perfectly good reasons to buy a Corolla, they are also the exact same reasons that send the car guys running and screaming for the hills at the thought of owning said car. Does a car guy want to drive what is effectively the plaid suit of the car world? I think not! Buying the Corolla says you either dont care what people think about you, or worse, you really think its a good car. Either way the car guy laughs at the Corolla driver, and would rather spend time on the side of the road fixing his Italian 70's sportcar with crap electrics (BUT with lots of street cred), simply because he can talk at length about the whole thing with his car buddies later. The more exotic the fault the more worthwhile the car.
To the car guy it's an accepted fact that the more exclusive or stupid your car choice, the more you'll be happy with the choice. Take a V8, or something exceedingly small - either is fine. Pick a standout colour and make it as impractical as possible. Or better yet, choose not to own a car - because for the car guy it's not what car you drive today, but the potential car you could drive tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Musings


You know - the muse just isnt there.
I could go on about about how I find it odd than men with moustaches get laid...but...no
I could discuss my fruitless search for a new movie that invokes an emotional response...but...nah
I could take a general rant and wax lyrical - but you know - It's just not happening.
IG probably hit it on the head when he said ( and I'm paraphrasing here) "we dont have to endure sad fucking storys about your return to Auckland do we ?"
No you dont - and when the muse takes me: I'll be back. It may even be tomorrow - but it isnt today.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Technical Difficulties

If for some reason the previous video clip doesnt show in Firefox, just "right click" on the video's player control panel (next to the the play button) and select Options. Change the video acceleration pointer to the middle position as in this screen shot.

Then click OK.
Some Firefox users commented you could only see the clip when scrolling. This should sort that problem. Internet Explorer users should have no issues. Except for still using Internet Explorer that is :)
It took me over an hour working on this to realise it wasnt an html coding issue - and it was just a Firefox glitch in the end. Yes I have no life.
BTW:I also stopped the video from auto playing - so you have to press the play button to start the clip - just wait a few seconds for it to buffer first ok?
But all that said, it is worth it in the end I assure you. Bears rock!

Friday, August 18, 2006

Holiday music.

This song was going on and on inside my head while skiing. People on the slopes must have been wondering why I kept saying "hip hip" for no apparent reason :)

The lyrics are below the clip, should you be interested. Enjoy!

weezer - island in the sun (ver 1)




Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip

When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

Hip hip
Hip hip

When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel that anymore

Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Meet Frank

Ok - so I have a problem. Apparently last year I discovered a nasty thing - I am a perfectionist. For some strange reason this "perfection angle" doesnt apply to my bedroom - which is currently a bomb site. It also (apparently) doent apply to my kitchen, where I have yet to clean tonights dishes. My perfection is, for some reason, the way I approach "projects".
I've always liked certain things "just so". When I decide to so things like restore a car, or even a Raleigh Chopper bicycle, half arsed is just not good enough. Although I cant paint or draw I love to create something beautiful every now and again, and in a funny kind of way skiing is about the only sport I take seriously enough to be a project.
A while back now, when I decided I was going to give this skiing thing a real go, I decided I wasnt just going to snow plow down a slope - I was going to master the damn thing, and ski with style and grace. I now realise that this will probably be a lifelong exercise. This is because I only ski for two weeks a year, and even then not every day I'm on holiday. So if I want to achieve this goal I need an edge. Meet Frank.
Use the force Mark!

Frank is an excellent ski instructor who drew the short straw many years ago, and has so far managed to mould, what was initially a wad of cookie dough, into a carving fool. If you are ever in Queenstown in the winter, and feel the need to take the plunge into what I promise you is an excellent way to spend the day, grab Frank for a lesson - he's the real deal. Say you know Mark from Auckland and he may share some insite into my compulsive need to ski :)
I hasten to add It's also a unique experience to have an instructor from New Zealand, while you're in New Zealand.
This year was a landmark one in my ski development. I now have turned the corner, and actually find it hard to "skid- ski" in a more traditional style - now I'm pretty much carving all the time. This in a way mean's I have (momentarily) stepped back a little to concentrate on control - something I had mastered before I moved on to the new style of skiing. It's just that I'm skiing with so much more speed now - it's amazing.
Sorry for the rant on skiiing - beware it's seductive nature. I fell and so can you.
Thanks for another great year Frank!

Monday, August 14, 2006

Everything old is new again


Today was the first week day I've had in Dunedin since April so I was busy catching up on all the stuff I couldn't do in the weekend. After a bit of a lie-in I headed off to see my Capri which is in storage. It was just as I left it; I connected the battery and started her up to make sure everything was going as it should - it was great seeing the old girl running again.
After that I visited my ex work-mates at Downer Engineering. It was really great to see all the people I used to work with. Nig's was in top form, and looked really great after what must have been a pretty shitty year for her. It's hard to believe it's nearly been four years since I've left, but in so many ways I'm a completely different person to the one who left all those years ago. Everything was still as I remember it, like I'd just been on a couple of weeks leave, due to start back there today. Obviously my Downers life is over, however the best part (i.e. the friendships), remain strong.
After lunch with Murray and Robbie I headed off to see Sandra and Keri. These two girls I've known for the longest time. I've blogged on Sandra here, and have yet to write about Keri - dont worry, I will when I get up the courage. Needless to say I really miss their company when I'm in Auckland - Keri for her no bull attitude and wicked sense of humour, and Sands because we have so much history together. Tim tams and afternoon tea behind me I headed off to see Craig (Keri's husband) to talk some bull (as guys do). I then rushed off to pick up my ski's (now prepared for next season), before racing off to Fairfield to help Mum and Dad move furniture around so they could get their new carpet put down tomorrow.
All in all a busy day, but the weird thing is this; it's like all the "old" experiences I had today have somehow been made new again. Perhaps the connections we make in this life renew with every revisit? Maybe each friend we cross paths with restores some bond, maybe in some way made stronger. It seems that even though I no longer live here, my friendships are as strong as ever.
Dunnoz rocks!

Friday, August 11, 2006

It's all over


I faced today with a certain trepidation. It's my last day in Queenstown - tomorrow I head back to Dunnoz until Tuesday, when I fly back to Auckland.
As always there have been a few upsets during my time away, mostly involving work. It's amazing how a change in working conditions can upset people, especially when communication from management is poor. I've gotten used to change over the last few years, but I've never brought into the "Who moved my Cheese" arguement, which basically states everything changes and adapting to change is the best thing you can do - not, "they" hasten to add, look for cheese outside your current job. Like most people I look at the whole package - if "they" keep reducing my package I may choose to leave - and honestly - if you're not prepared to do that, you might as well ask your boss to treat you like shit. Believe me - they tend to in those situations anyway.
New Zealander's as a whole work too damn hard these days - dont get me wrong, that's not always a bad thing; there just has to be a balance between your work and home life. New Zealander's have to strive to find that balance, perhaps in the process we may manage to reduce those horrific suicide numbers we hear about all the time.
On a lighter note I'm trying to think of what to countdown to on my countdown timer now skiing is over - If you have any suggestions drop me an email. In the meantime I'll play with a few ideas. Oh - and if the tone of my posts are a little "blue" over the next couple of weeks - I'll get over it. It's just the South Island is a completely different place to visit than the North, and it takes a bit of time to aclimatise once you get back.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The fine art of falling over


So - I'm trying this the old fashioned way. I'm writing this post on paper, then later I plan to type this all down.
IG arrived sans Tyler last night - so we are now three in Q'town. Fat Trevor, IG and I dropped into the Cow tonight for fun and games around a couple of large pizzas. If you are EVER in Queenstown you must visit the Cow. The Cow offers a rustic dining experience, not to mention lovely pasta and pizza. If you prefer a combination perhaps a bolognese pizza - its a favourite staple of visitors to this fine town.
So - full of pizza we rented Serenity and series one of Scrubs, and settled down with a bottle of 42 Below. I have discovered similar traits to my friends and scrubs characters. IG is Turk, while Trevor is Todd. I continue to be JD - much to my regret, and I'm starting to think Doctor Cox is Kibbles.
Needless to say - the vodka bottle was dealt to and we all sloped off to bed giggling like schoolgirls. It was a good day :)
Tomorrow, Frank, my patient ski instructor will attempt once again to take me to the next level of ski godliness - he is perhaps an eternal optimist. I will blog on Frank in an upcoming post.
As the day comes to and end, I must reluctantly count down another day of my leave. Reality beckons, and I dont like the tune it's humming. Holidays are a brilliant opportunity to put your life on hold - avoiding decisions for another day. Long may holidays rein, still nothing lasts forever.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Damn spelling mistakes

Shoot this man!

At the moment I'm writing from an Internet Cafe, getting charged 10 cents a minute, and though I have all the time in the world I still tend to rush.
Normally I take my time online and although some of my blogs dont seem it - I actually make an effort to try and make some sense in my posts. Nothing pisses me off more than checking my blog remotely via my mobile and finding a spelling mistake - knowing full well I can't change it until the next day. God - it's like wearing a red and green sock at the same time, and being told you cant change them (even though there's an identical pair in your sock drawer)- anarchy!!!!
On the plus side; I'm definately getting used to the snow conditions here - and am fast becoming a confident skier on ice. The break from home is working well and although I'm missing Cheezel's hugs, I'm already losing track of world events. I hear there have been major hassles at work, but I'm managing to skirt a fine line between gossip and getting involved. Juicy stuff all the same...

My biggest worry at the moment is why they havent voted off Santino in Project Runway. [Beware: Possible Spoilers in link]. The man is horrid!!!!!!!

So, apart from Project Runway, life is good, though I can't help but think peace in the Middle East will ever happen, if I can't even begin to forgive Telecom. So I must work on that... oh and my spelling... maybe just the spelling then?

Friday, August 04, 2006

Skiing but not as we know it.

Night Skiing on Friday nights!
It seems that the snow conditions were stellar "last week", but upon my arrival it has rained on the ski field, turning beautiful snow into sheet ice with delicate sugar type snow frosting.

While a new dumping a snow will always be appreciated, one can get by in the meantime with a pair of ice-skates. I refuse to let the conditions get me down - I can yet attain a new level of ski-godliness, which I hasten to add, has nothing to do with being clean.

So to those planing on staying next week - get all your bitching over before you arrive, as I wont have a bar of it while you're here. Speaking of bar's, you'll be pleased to know the beer, wine and food remain top notch, as always.

And to anyone contemplating visiting New Zealand, a winter stay in Queenstown is a must.

Anyhoo - gotta rush. To the pub!!!!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The beautiful people

Years ago, in Dunedin, someone had gone to the lengths of painting grafitti on a piece of fencing. Every day as I drove to work it would shout its message as I went by. The message, by the way, was "Absolute beauty rules"; and Queenstown proves its point.

It can be a daunting prospect - surrounded by the young, attractive, and wealthy. I can't work out why it never bothered me in the past - perhaps because I never noticed it to the same degree, or perhaps now I realise that I have none of the prerequisites to be here?

Although, buried beneath the layers of ski clothing, the distinctions can blur, and perhaps for a while we can be one. This I can only hope.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Drinking in Dunnoz


Stepping off the plane in Dunedin yesterday, I was filled with a slight dis-ease. A long stopover at Wellington, and second two hour flight on a smaller aircraft to Dunedin made me a little bit queasy, but my primary concern was how I would aclimatise to my latest visit.

Earlier in the day I had an early wake up at 5am, and with the all blacks playing the Wallabies in Australia at 10pm - it was always going to be a long day. Today I'm still tired, and still feeling a little out of sorts - but it's good to be home.

Tomorrow I plan to drive for approximately 4 hours to Queenstown, where I'll stay for the next two weeks. Skiing is an obvious starter, but I plan to visit a few old haunts; especially the Cow Restaurant, and the Luge track at the Skyline. This week my family is joining me which will be good. IG and Fat Trevor are coming next weekend, so will hopefully have a balanced two weeks; first resting then next week drinking too much red wine and vodka.

It's odd you know. Today I was sitting in a nice bar with IG, drinking a nice red, listening to an 80's soul mix from the bar's music system and I think we were the only ones there. That's not a bad thing - in fact the distinct lack of people around me was a pleasant alternative the busy bustle that is my Auckland life. And that's a good thing when you're on holiday.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

The RIAA are fuckwits


The RIAA really piss me off. I happen to be one of the millions of people that use Youtube to watch video clips of music I'm thinking of buying.

So today I go to youtube, and try to watch the music video by Keane called Everybody changes. It's got a real neat piano riff, and I was interested in seeing the video.

But no - the stupid f$%^&*g RIAA have asked Youtube to remove said video, and now there is a red banner stating "This video has been removed at the request of the copyright owner RIAA because it's content was used without permission".

From Wikipedia

There is much criticism of the RIAA's policy and method of suing people for copyright infringement, notably with Internet-based pressure groups such as the Electronic Frontier Foundation, Boycott RIAA and FreeCulture [18]. To date, the RIAA has sued approximately 16,000 [19] people in the United States suspected of distributing copyrighted works, and have settled approximately 2,500 of the cases. There are some suggestions that the RIAA begins legal proceedings without any knowledge of whether they have engaged in copyright abuses or not [20].

The RIAA has been criticised in the media after they subpoenaed Gertrude Walton, an 83-year-old grandmother who had died in December of 2004 [21]. Mrs. Walton stood accused of swapping rock, pop and rap songs. The RIAA in 2003 attempted to sue Sarah Seabury Ward, a 66 year-old sculptor residing in Boston, Massachusetts. They alleged that she shared more than 2,000 songs illegally. The RIAA dropped the suit when it was discovered that she was a computer novice. The case was dismissed, but without prejudice.

The RIAA has also been criticised for bringing lawsuits against children, such as 12 year old Brianna LaHara in 2003 [22]. The RIAA also attempted to sue Candy Chan of Michigan, for the alleged actions of her daughter, 13 year old Brittany Chan. The court dismissed Priority Records v. Chan [23] because it was ruled that the mother could not be sued for the alleged infringements of her daughter. [24] When the court ruled in favor of the mother, dismissing the case, the RIAA proceeded to sue her child. However, prosecuting a minor is more difficult, and many previous adult defendants have said that the P2P software installation and copyright infringement was done without their knowledge by one of their children.

The RIAA's recent targeting of students has generated controversy as well. An April 4th story in the MIT campus newspaper The Tech indicates that an RIAA representative stated to Cassi Hunt, an alleged file-sharer, that previously, "the RIAA has been known to suggest that students drop out of college or go to community college in order to be able to afford settlements."[25]

The RIAA has recently sent cease-and-desist letters to YouTube users for publishing their own works without licensing.[26]

So f%$k you RIAA - I'm not going to buy the album now. And Keane - you've just lost a sale.

And you wonder why the music industry is in trouble.

But help is at hand...

When Life was simple.

A great vid if you have broadband.

Classic :)

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Outlook for Thursday

Worst post ever!

Ha!

Life has paid back my perfect day post in spades.

Everything is still ok - but I have the shitiest network fault in the world to deal with at the moment. This only goes to prove that there is most possibly "a god" and that he enjoys tormenting me on occasion. Oh wait - upon reflection - my entire life :)

I dropped into see Tumorboy and Scrabble Queen for a lovely dinner. Tumorboy will probably have to retire his meatball recipe now - it cant get any better. It's no longer fair on the other dishes he creates.
This coupled with a nice bottle of Merlot equals a perfect evening - just what i needed to relax after a really long day yesterday - thanks guys.

I still dont know when I'm heading to Dunnoz - I must get my shit together!

Two days to skiing - and all I want to do is sleep. This is truely pathetic.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Waiting to be sued


Hmmmmm.....Nothing in my "in box" from Coffee girl. Should have got that release :)

I was raednig an eaiml the otehr day, sent, aagin, by my mum, that baisaclly says that as we only look at the frist and last lteer of each word to make snece of it, so any inetntal lettres cuold be jbumeld and you colud still read it. Fact or Fcitoin?

Atlohguh udner eaxinmtaoin the wohle prcoses semes to work bteter with lnoegr words tahn shoretr ones.

My brian hruts!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

The Orignal Coffee Girl

Images have been changed to protect the innocent!

I think i was seventeen when I met Coffee Girl. As I recall, I first met her when my mum organized her as a blind date for my friend Raymond. To my recollection, Mum's never done this again - although if I could trust her choices were anywhere as good as her first attempt for Raymond - Id tell her to go for it tomorrow. If I could trust is another question I hasten to add....

Anyway - I don't think Raymond spoke to me for a couple of weeks afterward, because the blind date was for his brother's 21st (which I also attended), and I believe I spent the whole night talking to her.

Twenty three years later I'm still taking to her - and to me - it sometimes seems that little time has past since that first night together.

As we make our lives here, there and everywhere, we cross many people's paths. Some who we think will be lifelong friends quickly become distant memories, while other's drift away years later without a thought. With Coffee Girl, time or distance makes no difference. Last year I caught up with her in Sydney, Australia while I was there on a course. With us there's never an awkward moment to break the ice - it's like we never stopped talking. Seriously- years can (and have) gone by, even between phone calls - yet neither of us take this as a slight. I think the truth is that we think of each other often: I know I do.

Looking back to that 21st, I would have never realized she would come to be such a close friend. It's funny; I know we'll always be there for each other, but for the life of me I don't even want to know why I know these things - for me it's just a given.

I know what you're thinking but you're wrong. In truth, although I probably fell for her on more than one occasion, it was obvious (eventually) that she had her own trail to blaze, and that was that. I believe that much of this infatuation was due to the fact that she was an older woman (by six months) but hey that's a lot of difference at seventeen! She's always been more daring, and takes way more chances than me - and that I admire. I wonder if she thinks people see her this way? I doubt it. This girl rocks!

She's attractive, intelligent, fun, and a lovely girl. Never a woman tho - because in some way I see her as if we're both seventeen still. Well she's seventeen and a half - but who's counting.

Love ya girl! - See you soon. :)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

A good day


You know when you have a really good day? When things really flow together ? Like life was some kind of jigsaw puzzle, and someone gave you a preview of what the puzzle looked like after it was finished.

So today, more than any other, I was on my game. All questions from contractors answered without pause. A nasty fault found, and rectified with the help of Dufus. A satisfying sense that finally I was accomplishing something, and that what I do means something.

But (and there has to be a but) I've been waking up at 4am in the morning - my mind racing about the stupidest things. Like this morning; I wake wondering what the hell I'm going to do with the V6 Capri I'm planning to drop a V8 Lexus motor in over Christmas this year. Questions like - How am I going to fit that into my two week break over Christmas? How many years will this car take me to restore? How much restoration can I do myself ? And finally how often will I get to drive the damn thing when it's in Dunedin and I'm in Auckland?

Ahh - now you can see how my mind works. This isn't really a dream about car restoration - this is a subconscious reminder that I have to stop living in two cities, and a time is approaching where I have to commit to one lifestyle over another.

The decision isn't as easy as it first sounds, and commitment isn't my strongest suit.

Sorry about the run of serious posts... I'm going to blog on the original "Coffee Girl" soon, I just have to get her to sign a release first :)

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Murder - Would you like Fries with That?

Happier times at Strathmore School

Welcome to New Zealand - can we kill you now or would you prefer it later?

In what seems to be a slide into the insanity that is the real world; New Zealand is slowly going nuts.
I read in David Farrar's Kiwiblog that someone was killed over a scrabble game. In the last few months we've had;
A body floating in an Auckland harbour stuffed inside a suitcase
A body found with no hands and a partially decapitated head (don't get me started on how a head can be partially decapitated !!!!)
A sixty plus teacher killed in her classroom whilst preparing a lesson plan.
Untold stabbings and attacks in South Auckland. South Aucklander's that don't know there is an Auckland Harbour bridge!
Two baby twins killed by unknown members of their own families.

The list goes on....

So come to New Zealand!
You can leave any idea of personal responsibility "on the hook" when you arrive - just make sure you pick it up on your way out of the country.
Your defense for any bad behaviour, including the odd killing or aggravated assault? - simply say it wasn't your fault.
You will be rewarded by a cuddle from the people in power, especially if you can blame anyone else.
Don't forget to lawyer up- if you're accused you can get this for free!
Also claim some cultural insensitivity, to allow you some time to get your story straight before talking to the Police.
You can also take some satisfaction in the fact that any of your victims relatives will get no satisfaction, assuming you get caught in the first place.

I wonder if you can make a noose out of Number 8 fencing wire?

Saturday, July 15, 2006

The Gay Divorce

The Original Gay Divorce

If political satire is your sort of thing - go here. This guy almost always cracks me up.
Here's a post from a few days back...

BUSH STATES OPPOSITION TO GAY DIVORCE
Constitutional Amendment Would Protect Institution of Traditional Divorce, President Says

Carving out his position on what could prove to be an effective wedge issue in the upcoming midterm elections, President George W. Bush said today that he would support a constitutional amendment banning gay divorce.

At a campaign rally in Idaho, the President said that gay divorce poses a threat to the institution of traditional divorce, adding, "Traditional divorce must always be defined as a divorce between a man and a woman."

The president added that if gay divorce were legal in the United States, it would only exacerbate the nation's illegal immigration problem, as gay married couples swarm over the borders from Mexico and Canada seeking so-called gay "quickie" divorces.

While the president's call for a ban on gay divorce seemed to gain traction among the Republican faithful, it drew a strong negative response from the nation's bickering gay couples, thousands of whom marched on Washington today to protest the proposed gay divorce ban.

One such bickering gay couple, David Logsdon and Jeremy Leshone, had their first big fight at an Il Divo concert in 2004 and said that gay married couples should have the same right to a messy divorce as everyone else.

"If President Bush doesn't hear our voices, I'm prepared to take this fight all the way to the Supreme Court," Mr. Logsdon said.

"You would," said Mr. Leshone. "You never know when to give up a fight."

"Oh, shut up," said Mr. Logsdon.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Zidane is my hero


To those who say "violence doesnt solve anything" I say bullshit - sometimes it does. When I was thirteen I was picked on by a kid the same age as me. After "turning the other cheek" this kid continued to bully on a greater scale.
Eventually after putting up with this for a couple of weeks, I turned around, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against the classroom wall. With as much strength i could muster, I lifted him off the floor, and threatened to smash his face in. The kid turned as white as a sheet and never - ever - hassled me again. Needless to say I didn't need to hit him. My only regret is I didnt stand up to him sooner.

I hate sledging in sports - I believe it's uncalled for. Ironically in Cricket it is quite common. I remember a story where an Australian bowler called the batsmen he was bowling to a number of insults during the his "over". At the end of the over he smirked and said.. Geeze youre a fat c$%t. Having had enough of this, the batter said "It's only because your wife gives me a cookie every time I shag her". Well - the bowler lost it - and ranted at the batsman that he had overstepped the "ethical" mark by mentioning his wife. Funny as that may seem to some, I dont believe this sort of behaviour should be tolerated by any sport.

I guess my point is that some things are worth fighting for. Zidane has endured many "slights" during his career, and the fact he responded to the taunt, points to the severity of what was said.

To his headbutt I say well done - the fact that Materazzi deny's saying anything that would upset Zidane points to his own character; a character that I find lacking.

I just wish the media would look at the antagonist with as much zeal as the respondant.

If someone called my mother a whore (the latest rumour doing the rounds) - I'd do more than headbutt his chest - and I promise you that.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Hehe - You have been warned

To:
all

Subject: (Fwd) WARNING!
CC:

Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 09:06:53 +1200
Status: normal
From: [deleted]

Reply-to: [deleted]


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Date sent: Sun, 09 Jul 2006 18:07:54 +1200

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> and asks you to show him your bum, DO NOT show him your bum. This is a
scam.
> He only wants to see your bum.
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> I wish I'd got this yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.
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Sunday, July 09, 2006

Angry


What is success? What makes a successful life?
An obvious answer to this age old question would perhaps be "To be happy"
But not to some.
If all around you is chaos and madness perhaps "being happy" is not within your immediate grasp. In cases like this perhaps other less "ideal based" answers would apply. In a life where failure is no longer an option (even failing an NCEA paper is deemed not attained), some of us cling more strongly to a "Darwinian concept" of success.
So, in short, to be successful in this life you must breed, and if possible marry beforehand.
Conversely - if your are single and childless, perhaps not all is lost - perhaps you're trying - but just haven't been successful yet.
This is the sort of crap some members of my family have to put up with - simply because two of us are not married, and all of us are childless.
Kids are great, and so is marriage, but they are not the be-all and end-all of our existence.
If I never marry and have children of my own I wont view my life as any less worthy.
And to hell with anyone who would disagree.

Friday, July 07, 2006

What movie?


NARRATOR:
And crawling on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, and lost in space
And meaning.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Wow

Hide not your talents. They for use were made. What's a sundial in the shade?
- Benjamin Franklin

Regina Spektor sings "Samson"


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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Not My Generation



Pete Townshend, who wrote those immortal words for the Who in 1965, could now probably see the irony now he's 61, however I'm sure now he simply changes his definition of the word "old" with every passing year.

Today I visited my grandmother, who is 90 years old. Because I live in Auckland and my family lives at the other end of New Zealand in Dunedin, I don't often spend my time in the middle of the South Island. In fact I think it's been over four years since my last visit to Christchurch, and it has been at least that long since I've seen my grandmother.

I called her on the 'phone before I arrived, because i knew she probably wouldn't know me when she saw me. I didn't expect not to recognise her myself.
My grandmother is extremely stubborn and point blankly refuses to go into a group home. Unfortunately this life choice has removed the promise of any company in her remaining years - it amazes me the lengths people will go to to live in their own homes until "they carry me out in a pine box" (her words - not mine). If only her decision didn't impact on the lives of so many others in her family.

She was always a great talker, and in that capacity she still reins supreme. The problem is, her conversation is short but extremely repetitive. She kept saying I looked like one of Roger's sons - I pointed out that I was one of Roger's sons, and was very probably the very one I reminded her of. She called me Brent, who is another of her grandsons, then went on to tell me how well Brent was doing (which really must do Brent's head in when he visits). She asked me how my wife (yeah right) was, and that she had a real problem with my mother (who in fact is my Aunt). She is very house proud and tells me she still does her own housework (again - yeah right) - and that the home helpers don't do much except steal her knives and forks. We then skipped back to how much I looked like on of Rogers sons again and repeated the above conversation again - and again - and again.

Although what I've written may seem to be somewhat light in nature - I assure you that it wasn't a laughing manner. I looked, I listened, I engaged in polite conversation, and hugged her when I left, all the while thinking to myself: I hope I die before I get old.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

24


06:00 Get up to catch 09:45 flight - you have to factor in Auckland traffic you know...
Arrive and check in to Qantas for flight to Christchurch.
Flight is delayed by fog
11:00 Flight cancelled
Rebooked on 15:40 flight. Deciding whether to battle traffic to go back to work and return to airport - decide to stay.
Walk to international terminal to use lunch voucher supplied by Qantas
14:30....Flight delayed until 18:00
16:00....Flight delayed until 18:30
19:00 on our way to Christchurch
20:00 arrive Christchurch
20:30 Check into hotel.
21:00 Start pretesting for a software upload
23:59 Finish testing - start upload
0230 Finish software upload. Start Post Testing
0330 Find problem - rollback software
0430 Start rollback testing
0530 All good - back to where we were at 6am the previous morning
0600 Bed!!!!

Friday, June 30, 2006

Herne Bay Blues

Just goes to show you - even the rich have bad days!

Even the block's are of higher quality!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Thirty Days to Go!

IG. The thinking Man's Man.

Me: Hi Ian - only 30 days to go now.
IG: Yeah its getting close
Me: Starting to get excited ?
IG: Yeah!!
Me: Really?
IG: Mostly!
Me: Yeah?
IG: Not really.
Me: Still hating it then eh.
IG: Pretty much (laughs)

Skiing is like surfing without getting wet, and if you have the right gear, without getting cold. I dont know if you can classify it as a sport, because in reality, gravity does most of the work.
Initially skiing is hard on the body, but as your technique improves, you simply end up shifting your weight to let nature take its course. Ideally this should make you look awe inspiring, and styley; and although it can often look that way to an observer, the inner me is often screaming siliently "Oh shite!!"

But how could you not love the image of Coronet Peak Building, as you ski down the M1 at the end of your run - Magic!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Lost, my internet connection is.



Forget power outages, floods, snow and other natural disasters. The real tragedy is me sitting at home tonight with no internet!
And unlike those lovely people from South Canterbury, who can go days without power, and refuse to complain - I start to bitch angrily after 10 minutes without my beloved web. I have truely started on the path to the dark side, that is an Aucklander..

Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will. Quicker, easier, more seductive.

On the positive side, I'm really looking forward to my South Island trip. The snow conditions look excellent!

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Today I have no opinion

For Icecream Girl

Nada - zip as they say.
Apathy rules when the outside temp drops below 5 degrees.
Still waiting for IG's essay on why he hates skiing.
At least Boston Legal was good tonight..... sigh

If I dont win Lotto soon I wont know what to do with myself!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

American Skin


A re-occuring theme of my posts recently seems to be free speech. Tonight I was listening to a CD called The Essential Bruce Sprinsteen, and heard a song called 41 shots (AmericanSkin). The song was pretty haunting, and when I got home I looked it up on the web. Here's an abridged look at the lyrics and the song can be downloaded here .


41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin

41 shots and
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise me you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"

41 shots
And we'll take that ride
Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
And my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters
And in each other's blood

The song was in reference to four New York City Police officers who fired 41 shots at and killed an unarmed man,Amadou Diallo in February of 1999.

The song, doesnt seem to point any blame - just to say that it's a tragedy when an unarmed man is killed. Of course not everyone saw it that way.

"American Skin" is, however, an attempt by Springsteen to tell his audience that the music is about more than just the people listening to it. Since he began his current tour in March of last year, Springsteen, now reunited with the E-Street Band, has consistently played to packed houses in Canada, Europe, and the U.S. There was no new studio album to promote with this tour. The implicit understanding has been that Springsteen was going to sing all the old songs that his fans wanted to hear. If anything, this was an act of preaching to the converted. But with "American Skin," Springsteen is saying that this isn't enough. He is telling the audience that yes, your lives are valuable but so was Amadou Diallo's. And that his music is about that life as well. Springsteen is trying to create a community where people like Diallo have a place.

source

A single performance of "American Skin" was enough to launch a new chapter in the culture wars. Before even hearing the song, the nation s battalion of armed art critics sprang into action. The head of the NYC Police Benevolent Association called on the city s 27,000 cops to boycott the concerts by refusing to moonlight as security guards. NYC Police Commissioner Howard Safir supported the boycott and added his own insightful critique, "I personally don't particularly care for Bruce Springsteen s music or his song."
All were outdone by the president of the state chapter of the Fraternal Order of Police (FOP), Bob Lucente, who was forced to resign after his ugly outburst: "[Springsteen's] turned into some type of fucking dirtbag. He goes on the boycott list. He has all these good songs and everything, American-flag songs and all that stuff, and now he's a floating fag, and you can quote me on that."

For a balanced view on this perhaps it's easier to see it googled here, and make your own mind up.

There's also some cam footage from a live concert here if you're interested;


Saturday, June 24, 2006

Blast from the Past


Courtesy of the Kodak snap I take you now to Peter Fish's 21st. Again the late 80's or early 90's

Sheik Delmorphious and Terry with his Coro Street hat (and the blue shirt again, no less).
I remember many a night in the company of these two gents. Whether it was a late night meal at the Dragon Cafe, or a party at Dick Street, the place to be, was where these guys were.
I'm sure it still is - but it seems my love of partying ebbs around the time theirs seems to heat up -and I fear this will always be the case.

Del-boy - you're a legend. I look forward to catching up in August. The Mornington Tavern on a Thursday night? See you there :)

Friday Lyrics


How come, we don't even talk no more,
And you don't even call no more,
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more,
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now,
After all the years we've been down,
Ain't no way, no how,
This bullshit can't be true,
We family, aint a damn thing change - unless it's you


We were so young,
So full of life and vibrance,
Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,
So close or most us some Bonnie and Clyde shit,
When Ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you sur-came to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch is just like ice,
And your eyes is the look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don't like it

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Dunedin Radio Depot Circa 1990


Click on this photo - dare you :)

I'm not sure when this photo was taken, but I can tell you it was after U2's "Love Came to Town" tour. Maybe early 90's.

Who would have thought that of this group;

No one works for Telecom, 'though two work for Vodafone.
One is dead, and the rest of as are like leaves scattered to the wind.
Steve Tree's in Sydney
Simon's in Canada, Jim Bob's in Wellington.
Terry looks the same - I think he still wears that shirt!
David works at Otago Uni, and Dangermouse is still a pain in the arse.
Some retired in their 30's [ correction 24yrs - Ed ] only to fly helicopters in their spare time, while others are still counting the years.[Why didnt I buy my first house at 17?]
Some are the big kids they always were, and others have grown up (and out).
Some own their own business, and others still work for "the man".

The sad thing is that when this photo was taken we had no idea how the transition from the Post Office to Telecom would impact on us. It wasnt pretty for anyone.

Still I'm happy where I am right now, and I'd imagine most would feel the same way. Except the dead guy - obviously!

Monday, June 19, 2006

It's been a while


I sometime wonder if i haven't made enough mistakes.
Getting to forty is a pretty harrowing experience i grant you, but compared to some I've managed to make it relatively intact, and with few physical scars to show for the journey. Don't worry: this isn't the start of a mid life crisis, I just wonder if the path less travelled is simply an easier path to walk after all.
I mean; I never got someone pregnant, never ended up in trouble with the law. I never skinny dipped (I can't swim), did drugs, or slept with someone I shouldnt have. The list goes on.
I believe now that it is entirely possible, that by mostly doing the right thing I've become incredibly boring, and missed out on some amazing life experiences. Some say you learn from your mistakes - And I have as well. It's just that I wonder if I could have learnt a little bit more by taking a few risks every now and again.

Perhaps I could have even written an amazing song like this...

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile since I first saw you
And it's been awhile since I could stand on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile since I could call you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means

It's been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn't addicted
And it's been awhile since I can say I love myself as well and
And it's been awhile since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile but all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be
I know it's me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile since I said I'm sorry


A good thing - or bad?

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Superman sux


While surfing Hate Sexy the other day I read Jon's post about how excited he was about the new release of Superman.
I never really liked Superman as a character. I never understood why until I watched Kill Bill 2. Here's Quentin Tarentino's take on the issue, and I'm inclined to agree.

An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.

Cold? Nah....

For Green Street Girl.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Friday Lyrics

In much happier times

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe, believe in me, believe
That life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
And you know you're never sure
But your sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Believe, believe in me, believe
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

B. Corgan

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Carnies - small hands......

Brains.....Brains.....

The dead do walk the earth. This i discovered to my horror only yesterday.
They "walk", in case you were interested, in our supermarkets.
They hold on to their trolleys with a vise like grip, shuffling in a halting manner, perhaps in time to some horriffic elevator music, not - i note, the actual horriffic elevator music playing in this specific supermarket.

I have discovered that my proximity to said zombie shoppers, has a distinct, yet annoying effect.
To simplify: the closer i get to them, the slower they push their trolley.
In what some could call shopping hell - they stop suddenly as I draw near, only to rush off, and in a sudden burst of speed when I give up following them, and try another route to the deli counter. It's maddening I tell you!
And dont even get me started on how I feel when two of them stop side by side blocking the isle.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I'll have an O for Awesome

Some reasons why sports stars shouldnt be role models;


M. Mexted - Genius

"Nobody in Rugby should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." - Jono Gibbs - Chiefs
"I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes." - Rodney So'ialo - Hurricanes - on University
"You guys line up alphabetically by height." and "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle." - Colin Cooper - Hurricanes head coach
Chris Masoe (Hurricanes) on whether he had visited the Pyramids during his visit to Egypt: "I can't really remember the names of the clubs that we went to."
"He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock in the morning regardless of what time it is." - Colin Cooper on Paul Tito
Kevin Senio (Auckland), on Night Rugby vs Day Games "It's basically the same, just darker."
David Nosafora (Auckland) talking about Troy Flavell "I told him, 'Son, what is it with you. Is it ignorance or apathy?' He said, 'David, I don't know and I don't care.'
David Holwell (Hurricanes) when asked about the upcoming season: "I want to reach for 150 or 200 points this season, whichever comes first."
"Andy Ellis - the 21 year old, who turned 22 a few weeks ago"(Murray Mexted)
"Colin has done a bit of mental arithmetic with a calculator." (Ma Nonu)
"He scored that try after only 22 seconds - totally against the run of play." (Murray Mexted)
"We actually got the winning try three minutes from the end but then they scored." (Phil Waugh Warratah)
"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body." (Jerry Collins)
"That kick was absolutely unique, except for the one before it which was identical." (Tony Brown)
"I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father." (Tana Umaga)
"Sure there have been injuries and deaths in rugby - but none of them serious." (Doc Mayhew)
"If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."(Anton Oliver)
"I would not say he (Rico Gear) is the best left winger in the Super 14, but there are none better." (Murray Mexted)
"I never comment on referees and I'm not going to break the habit of a lifetime for that prat." (Ewan McKenzie)
Murray Deaker: "Have you ever thought of writing your autobiography?"
Tana Umaga: "On what ?"
"Well, either side could win it, or it could be a draw."(Murray Mexted)
"Strangely, in slow motion replay, the ball seemed to hang in the air for even longer."(Murray Mexted)

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Yeah I know


Chill - right?

We ought to live each day as though
It were our last day here below.
But, if I did, alas, I know
It would have killed me long ago

-- Piet Hein - "More Grooks"


Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. -- Stella Adler

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Spin.


source

The suicides of three detainees at the US base at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, amount to acts of war, the US military says. "They are smart. They are creative, they are committed," he said. "They have no regard for life, either ours or their own. I believe this was not an act of desperation, but an act of asymmetrical warfare waged against us."

Others say; If it's perfectly legal and there's nothing going wrong there - well, why don't they have it in America? Harriet Harman UK Constitutional Affairs Minister

Ken Roth, head of Human Rights Watch in New York, told the BBC the men had probably been driven by despair. "These people are despairing because they are being held lawlessly," he said. "There's no end in sight. They're not being brought before any independent judges. They're not being charged and convicted for any crime."

Imagine how you would feel if your countrymen were afforded the same rights as those held for nearly four years without charge. I have no doubt that some of those held at Guantanamo are guilty of terrorism - but if you cant prove the guilty from the innocent - how long can this go on?

The fact that the US chooses to detain these men without conviction, far from the protection US Law offers, is a sad inditement on the Bush administration. History will not serve him well.

And so now suicide is an act of war?

Friday, June 09, 2006

Govt:1 Free Speech:0

Glad he's off to jail- the little creep!!
An Auckland District Court jury took just three hours to find Tim Selwyn, 31, guilty on one charge of publishing a statement with seditious intent.
He was acquitted of a charge of being party to a seditious conspiracy.
He faces up to two years in prison. He was released on bail to return for sentencing on July 18.

Just a quick look at previous convictions show that most, if not all of the below charges would have been dismissed by the courts if tried today. Full story here.

A HISTORY OF SEDITION CONVICTIONS
* 1913: Maoriland Worker editor Henry Holland and unionist Tom Barker were charged with sedition during the 1913 waterfront dispute. Holland was sentenced to prison for a year, of which he served 3 1/2 months. Barker received a three-month sentence. Seamans union leader William Young was jailed for two months for sedition and inciting violence.
* 1916: Peter Fraser, later Labour Prime Minister, was sentenced to 12 months, which he served, for calling for an end to conscription through repeal of the Military Service Act. Fraser's defence was that in arguing for the repeal of the law rather than disobedience or resistance to it, he was acting within his constitutional rights.
* 1916: Hubert Armstrong was sentenced to a year's imprisonment after he told a street-corner meeting that conscription was more about controlling and intimidating a disaffected proletariat than about beating Germany, and would be unnecessary if soldiers were adequately paid.
* 1918: Hiram Hunter campaigned against compulsory service as secretary-treasurer of the United Federation of Labour. In 1918 he received a three-month prison sentence for sedition, but was released after 19 days.
* 1942: The Rev Ormond Burton, editor of the Christian Pacifist Society newsletter, was convicted in the Supreme Court in 1942 for "editing, publishing and attempting to publish a subversive document". Burton argued for his democratic right to think and speak as conscience dictated. Justice Archibald Blair disagreed, telling the jury it was a time when the mouths of cranks would have to shut. Burton was sentenced to 2 years' prison.
Sources: Caslon Analytics (www.caslon.com.au), Dictionary of New Zealand Biography (www.dnzb.govt.nz/dnzb/)

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Otago Rocks!

Jeff Wilson (Otago)
Full article here.

Officially the Highlanders have turned their backs on the Super 14 draft, but in practice it may take more than southern ideals to end the days of northern imports at Carisbrook. The Highlanders boldly announced yesterday plans to pick only players from Otago, Southland and North Otago for next year's Super 14 squad. The Highlanders have drafted 48 players in 11 seasons, and just six of those went on to transfer south. They used four in 2004, six in 2005 and eight this year, but chief executive Russell Gray believes using local players will build loyalty among players and fans. At their peak in 1998-99 under coach Tony Gilbert the Highlanders drafted only one player each year.

Finally something to celebrate! By using people who choose to live and breathe Otago Rugby, we can develop (over time) a culture befitting this proud region. I hope it works!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

First Ammendment rights

I am the law - fear me

The First Amendment to the United States Constitution is a part of the United States Bill of Rights. Textually, it prevents the U.S. Congress from infringing on six rights. It forbids laws that:
* Establish a state religion or prefer certain religion (the "Establishment Clause"); * Prohibit the free exercise of religion (the "Free Exercise Clause"); * Infringe the freedom of speech; * Infringe the freedom of the press; * Limit the right to assemble peaceably; * Limit the right to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Heady stuff indeed. I have never lived in the US, but I get to see a lot of their TV law drama's on TV, and First Amendment rights interest me greatly.

This is perhaps because in some way we seem less aware of our legal rights in New Zealand. And that can not be a good thing. Not to know how the law can protect you, and that those laws can be eroded, are a concern indeed.

The people who change the law, are representitives of you and I - they are our employees. I do not put them above us, and neither should you. I would suggest you treat with them respect, as you would any member of our community, or until they demonstrate they no longer warrant it - but at least, at first, give them the benefit of doubt.

Where is this leading I hear you ask? Here [abridged for clarity].

On 18 November 2005 an axe was lodged in the window of Prime Minister Helen Clark’s Sandringham Road electorate office. After an anonymous tip-off to a radio station, flyers were found on the corner of Ponsonby Road which purported to explain the attack. The flyers said the axe was a protest against “the Government's attempts to steal, by confiscation, Maori land in the form of the Seabed and Foreshore Bill”. A group of “concerned Pakeha” claimed responsibility, and called on “like-minded New Zealanders to take similar action of their own”. In December, Auckland man Tim Selwyn was arrested and later charged with making a seditious statement, seditious conspiracy and conspiracy to commit criminal damage. Whatever one thinks of Selwyn, the axe through Clark’s window, or any possible connection between the two, there are plenty of reasons to be concerned that Police have resurrected the long-dormant offence of sedition.

Source

A seditious intention is defined in section 81 of the Crimes Act as intending: - To “bring into hatred or contempt, or to excite disaffection against, Her Majesty, or the Government of New Zealand, or the administration of justice”; - To “incite the public or any persons or class of persons to attempt” to change the laws of the country by unlawful means; - To “incite, procure or encourage violence, lawlessness or disorder.” - To “excite such hostility” between “different classes of persons as may endanger the public safety”. - To “incite, procure or encourage the commission of any offence that is prejudicial to the public safety or to the maintenance of public order.”

For the government to raise such a charge against Tim Selwyn is interesting: he has already pleeded guilty to the criminal damage charge. When you consider a different charge was laid against Mike Smith when he chopped down the tree on top of One Tree Hill in Cornwall Park, with similar motivating factors, you have to wonder the governments intent in this case.

I just wonder if our rights to civil disobedience are being eroded just as much here, as in other parts of the world.
Remember: The extremes of socialism and fascism have the same result on the populations they control.

Monday, June 05, 2006

The other side of the fence


My existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. - Aaron Sorkin again (A Few Good Men)

Because you should never forget the first casualty of war, or the good work the men and woman in our armed forces do. Nevermind the reasons why they're there, the decision was made for them, and regardless of their own opinions, they do their job.

America in the spotlight.

America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've got to want it bad, because it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil who is standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the 'land of the free'? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then you can stand up and sing about the 'land of the free.'"- Aaron Sorkin (The American President).

Friday, June 02, 2006

Nightwork

Shaun of the Dead

Here I am, a product of the modern age. Sitting in my workmate Gary's fold-out beach chair typing on my Panasonic toughbook, connected via bluetooth to my Nokia 6630 running on a proper 3G network.

From my deckchair I can connect to work through a secure client VPN circuit and check my emails and network updates- surprisingly few new emails at 00:23 - why are they all at home sleeping while I work!

For the last three weeks, I have lived the life of a vampire, sans the obvious bloodletting. We are upgrading software on cellular switches called BSC's (a fancy name for a cellphone "telephone exchange"). We have to re-boot the systems after the upgrade which drop all customers on calls at the time, hence the 1am start. Then with fingers crossed, we await the switch restart, then embark on numerous tests to ensure all is well before we go home at around 4am to sleep.

The problem with this plan of attack is that we become like the walking dead during the day. We have to check out of the hotels we stay in at 10am, but more often the sun streaming in though the blinds wake us long before then. We have actually taken to "nanna naps" during the day, something I havent done since I was three.

Tonight is the last night - the trouble is now I cant get to sleep until 2am, so the cycle of sleep will take a while to change. Unfortunately I end up sleeping through most of my weekend.

Gary at work