Monday, November 30, 2009

the men where exhausted, i had driven them hard across the jungles into uncharted territory, dissent was rising, i could feel it. i consulted with the parrot, 'i guess we should break out some opium and give the men a break.'
'no way captain! that's our stash.'
'yeah but we are out numbered and i need them to carry my equipment.'
'it's a bad fucking move captain.'
'okay well it's my responsibility.'
we reached a clearing, there was a small stream and a few jak fruit trees that made a natural shelter, a good place to rest. i explained to the men we would be stopping here, having a day off and that in the evening i would be allowing them to smoke. the men looked at one another, there was an obvious air of distrust that i needed to alleviate. time for an uplifting speech and some inspiring words of gratitude.
'now i know you have all been pushed to the limit, and i am grateful, without you the mission would not be able to go ahead but we have a very important task ahead of us, one that requires bravery and resilience and everyone plays a part in its success including the humble sherpas. so good men, rest and enjoy the next 24 hours, replenish your strength and indulge your appetites, for tomorrow at dawn we continue.'
there was a rousing cheer, my speech had worked.
'dumb smucks' the parrot said.
'shh, lets go have a swim and a smoke.'
'fuck the swim, you need a bath.'
a mental image of a parrot being roasted passed through my mind but he was probably right, i stripped and put my clothes in a pile and jumped into the stream. the water was cool, refreshing and clear. i scrubbed myself with a soap cake.
the men where making a fire and helping themselves to the supplies, we had an abundance of food and whisky, good whiskey to. i let them drink and eat and sleep. the parrot flew from man to man, stealing the odd sip from their flagons while they rested. he sucked on a cigar and muttered misanthropic words to any one who would listen.
i watched from the stream, waist high in water, almost a river, i pondered if i should follow the stream to the source, that would be a deviation from the map but it seemed logical and in a way intuitive. i'll talk to the parrot about it later.
at dusk we smoked the opium, i lay back and closed my eyes, the men all settled in their delirium, me fading towards my finite peace, a moment of total pain free existence. the bird had eaten a chunk and fallen over onto my sleeping bag, his eye's half closed and his beak drooling, the red feathers standing out against the rest of his black plumage. all was well. i allowed myself to be swallowed by the comfort of darkness and dreams.
in the morning we all had mild headaches, the men looked somewhat sad and melancholy but determined, they were professionals, i watched them clean up our traces, clear away the symbols of our excess and tie down the packs, and trunks.
the parrot was in a foul mood, 'fucking hell, it's far to bright today, it's okay for you, you have sunglasses, i need a pair, i have very sensitive eyes, humans think they are the only creatures who suffer, yet they are the only creatures who inflict suffering,' on and on he raved.
i had made an executive decision to follow the stream, it would eventually become a river and that's possibly where we stood a better chance of finding the mutations.
it had been over a year since the first reports, strange hybrid animals, creatures with distorted dna, i had gathered the reports and using my astrophysicist training had identified the connection with solar flare activity and a massive gamma radiation pulse that had broken through the earths atmosphere. the mutations were probably result of that. some sort of mutation occurred with an accelerated evolutionary leap. i needed hard evidence.
the sightings consisted of a tribe of half ape humans, a massive insect described as 'a stick insect the size of a tree', some weird giant preying mantis, a flying crocodile, and a translucent jellyfish that appeared at night radiating ultra violet waves.
but it was actually the monkeys and apes i was interested in, these may give insight into human evolution. the sightings were not very specific about the area, but they were constant, despite several sources.
after a good four hours along the stream we stopped for a moment, i needed to inspect some prints down by the stream.
that's when i first heard the screams, looking up i could see about twenty massive baboon like creatures, they towered above us and with their long arms and hands grabbed some of the men. they had bulbous noses and looked slightly ridiculous. i grabbed my camera, the parrot was squawking, 'jesus getta load of their noses.'
we watched as the men still slightly doped out stumbled and ran around, one by one the monkey men took them, grabbing them with their big hands. the parrot sat on my shoulder, 'freaking apes, look at those hooters capt. jesus, ever see anything like that?'
i grabbed his beak with my left hand and carried on taking photo's. suddenly one of the apes stood before me, he sniffed the air and leered down at me.
'i said you needed a bath' the parrot said as he flew off.
the monkey picked me up and held me in front of it's eyes. he sniffed again, 'you strange monkey boy smell bad.'
the next thing i knew i was flung aside like a rag doll. i watched them march away into the jungle with their prisoners. only a handful of men were left.
later in the evening we spoke about what had become of the prisnors, why were they taken and us left behind. we spoke about a rescue attempt, we could follow them, tracking them would be easy, they were big and left a noticable trail.
but instead we smoked the opium and fell into our deep peaceful trances.

Friday, November 27, 2009

trapped on the raft i watched the men go slowly mad, the emotional stress took it's toll on everyone, but compounded with thirst and hunger the men were driven to the extremes f human behavior. being captain had it's disadvantages, despite the respect and trust i had built on the ship here on the raft at the limits of life the men were pushed far beyond normal conditions and in such circumstances often acted out of character, in fact they were all teetering on the edge of sanity, hallucinating wildly and suffering from forms of paranoia and delusion. the main concern was cannibalism which had been held at bay by my vigilance but i was getting tired and my judgement was questionable. i was now thinking there was a conspiracy by the remaining crew to eat me. my sword had kept them at bay, but i was exhausted and weak, it was only a matter of time.
we had attempted to catch a fish but the only fish in this ocean were the sharks that trailed our raft. one morning three great whites circled us for a few hours, one was the size of a small ship itself and i contemplated dark thoughts that i had to fight to suppress, anything was better than this slow death.
the sun ravaged us and our skin was blistered and raw, there was no respite from it's powerful rays, our beards had grown long our hair wild and we looked like animals and behaved less. i was laying down eyes closed waiting for a air of hands to wrap around my neck and another to hold me down, but instead each man was to exhausted to move, hunger and dehydration would get us before the sharks.
it was the cabin boy who saw it first, a shape on the horizon, a vessel. we paddled towards her yelling and waving our tattered clothes as flags, the vessel saw us and changed course. we were saved.
a Norwegian crew hauled us on board, washed us and fed us and put us to bed.
after a week at sea we were all up and about, grateful and attempting to communicate to our rescuers, who were generous to a fault.
their captain was captain urloff a serious and introverted soul, his cabin filled with books and maps, both ancient. i scanned his books, mostly esoteric, books about lost cities, sunken kingdoms and sea mysteries. i was looking at a chart on urloffs desk, it plotted a chart towards the south americas, a small string of islands of the peruvian coast. there was a small x and some numbers, coordinates indicating our destination.
urloff stood in the doorway, 'it's an island, skull island. we will be there in under a week, weather permitting.'
'what's there.'
'it's not gold captain mission, we are not treasure hunters., we believe the island is a portal, a gateway into another dimension. there are many such places on the earth, we have reason to believe this is one.' he hovered on the doorway and then plunged into the room, i moved away from his desk as he shuffled around moving bit's of papers and turning pages in his books.
'this portal on skull island is the gateway to the cosmos, we believe that it is the entrance to another world.'
i laughed, 'i have heard of such things and i do not doubt their existence, in fact i have had my own experience with these enigmas but why would your crew agree to such a venture.'
urloff smiled, 'these men are not sailors, they are physicists and philosophers, seekers of truth, our research has taken 7 years of planning and systematically checking and cross referencing, many of us have never even travelled across water. i am a seafaring man but i am a scientist as well.'
'incredible urloff.'
'forgive me mission, i must write my journal now.'
'yes of course,' i walked out, heading to the deck to get some air.

the following days were spent reading and acquainting myself with the crew, they were indeed scientists, they enjoyed sharing their hopes with my crew and their ideas were beyond anything i had ever heard. they said that space was filled with holes some of which connected up, they claimed that if you found one hole it would lead to another but that time and space can be crossed like this. they called them snake holes. i didn't doubt them but my men all looked quite bemused by the idea. they were more interested in returning to land and seeing their families again.

i was sleeping in my quarters when the bell rang, land had been sighted. i ran on the deck up to the lookout. he waved and pointed starboard, there was skull island, surrounded by fog, we could see it's jagged peaks and some treetops. uloff smiled, and passed me his binoculars, 'look captain, see how beautiful it looks.'
it was indeed beautiful and mysterious, like something from a fantasy, i looked along the coastline for any signs of life, nothing, but there was something a small trail of black smoke. something was not right though, the wind direction was east, the direction we were traveling in, but this trail of smoke was traveling into the wind, from the west.
'urloff, somethings not right, look at this smoke.'
he studied the scene for a moment.
'get the men armed, it's heading towards us.' he said quietly.
there was not much in the way of ammunition and arms, a scientific expedition, i was given a machine gun, and a couple of grenades. the men were all positioned, we waited with urloff and myself taking turns looking at the black trail heading towards us, the smoke trail seemed to break up a bit, scattering into smaller parts, and then a few minuets later i could make out they were insects, a swarm of insects, large ones, huge ones, heading towards our boat. they were man size and they did not look friendly. they were in firing range but we were reluctant to shoot until we knew what their intentions were. they hovered over us, making bussing noises and clicking to one another. the noise was loud and overwhelming. they had huge bug eyes and were quite hairy like monkeys, their silver wings were about two meters across, and they had large protrusions that i think may have been mouths. they stayed with us for about an hour and then began to return to the island. but a crew member who was manning the harpoon fired at the last remaining insect, the harpoon penetrated it's face and the bug fell to the ocean.
'what are you doing?' urloff cried.
'we need samples,' he was already towing in the bug.
'no, no,' uloff yelled.
suddenly we faced the swarm again, this time they were not as friendly.
almost in a matter of seconds they had wrecked havoc upon the men, their strange mouths emitted a high frequency noise that exploded the brain should it get to close. the deck was covered in brains, and awash with blood and twitching headless bodies. i dived below to hide, the last thing i saw was urloff running towards his quarters while a huge insect followed him. the buzzing sound drowning out the screams of men. i hid in one of the store rooms placed my hands over my ears. the boat rocked from side to side violently, for a moment the sound penetrated and my head started to pound, i prepared to die but the wave of sound passed over and soon all was still.
i pushed open the door and looked at the staircase, a body lay halfway down, at the foot lay a decapitated head and a pile of pink goop which i took to be a brain.
it had exploded from the inside. i walked carefully up the steps.
the horror that awaited i was unprepared for. bodies and brains lay over the deck, smeared in blood. there was no sign of the awful insects. the boat itself was undamaged, sonic attack.
urloff appeared from below deck, he was clutching a sword in one head, in his other was a gun. he looked dazed as he walked towards me, kicking a brain away with his boot. he walked passed me, straight to the side where he threw up overboard.
i patted him on the back, 'i'll get you some water.'
he stared at the island.

after we had thrown the bodies and their brains overboard we washed the blood of the deck and attempted to scrub the surfaces with soap but the work was hard and our hearts were not in it at all, plus the size of the vessel meant scrubbing for most of the day, eventually we settled for getting the solid mass of the ship and leaving the wood stained in blood.
urloff smoked a joint with me, he looked pensive and i knew he was contemplating the island.
'i have to go mission. i owe it to my men.'
'i understand.'
i assisted him with the rowing boat, packing it with supplies and water. i handed him my gun. 'your need is greater than mine.'
he saluted me and began rowing. i watched him land on the island through the glasses, and wave again. he walked up the yellow sand, and disappeared into the jungle.

i retired to my quarters and fell into a deep sleep. i would work out my situation after a rest. i dreampt of the jungle, strange creatures loomed out from the branches of trees, eyes staring at me, i was surrounded by invisible creatures, they made a chanting sound, whispering and the ground began to tremble, there was a vibrating sound, a buzzing. i woke with a fright. i was covered in sweat, i threw on a sarong and drank some water from the jug. it was night time, i lit a candle and sat down, i would need to consult the maps in urloffs room. making my way towards the room i became aware of the noise, a buzzing, it was softer than my dream but it was there, i could feel it more than hear it, as it send sound waves through my body. each step towards the captains quarters brought the sound nearer, there was no doubt where it came from. his door was half open, he stood there in his long trench coat, his body thin and his hands and boney fingers holding a volume flicking through it thoughtfully but his head...with it's big bug eyes.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

i go down for dinner with evan and leanne, score a bag of interesting books evan was chucking out, have a yummy frangelico drink, and then eat a very nice dinner. what more can a man want from life. then leanne offers me a nibble on something she has made, asking me to guess the ingredients. the clue being it's all raw food. well one bite and i can guess the cocoa, the hint of vanilla, but the rest is a mystery. it is very yummy though, delicious, not to heavy and has a strong sweet aroma, i'm stumped. evan says, 'you can get it in any fruit market.'
well i'm just bamboozled. they have to tell me twice as i didn't quite comprehend the main ingredient.
advocado brothers and sisters the mighty advocado. fucking brilliant.

Raw Vegan Chocolate Mousse

Prep Time: 10 minutes

4 Ripe Organic Avocados
1 Cup of Sweetener (Agave Nectar or Evaporated Cane Juice)
1 Tbls of Pure Vanilla Extract
1 Cup of Organic Fair Trade Cocoa Powder (or Carob)
Slice each avocado open and scoop out the insides. Place the inside in a food processor or blender. Next add the sweetener, vanilla, and cocoa powder. Blend or process the mixture until fully blended. The mixture should be smooth and the color of chocolate. You can instantly serve the mousse, however we recommend you let it cool in the fridge for at least an hour. Serve in cups with fresh fruit or mint. Some of our favorite fruits we like to add are strawberries, raspberries, bananas, and sometimes pineapple! Now put your fears behind and delve into this delectable, healthy, and cooling summer dessert!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

we had waded through the swamp for almost two days, lost a man through snakebite, one through leeches the size of rats, they leapt out and attached themselves to the face, sucking out blood from the mouth, eyes, and nose, the whole attack lasted a few seconds, death was fast, leaving a husk of flesh floating lifelessly and another man just disappeared, not even a splash.
our bodies were wearily and clothes wet, out feet ached and an awful rot had probably set in. the stench of the place was getting worse, and the heat was unbearable.
another attack another creature, this time some sort of huge wasp, except instead of a stinger it was equipped with some sort of missile attack system that fired javelin projectiles at a ferocious speed into their prey. the projectile pierced sgt. smiths chest leaving a small hole. he fell over immediately and his body was dragged down by something in the water. i managed to fire a laser shot in short bursts and clip the wasps wings, it tumbled down from the sky and fell in the jungle somewhere.
I was the only one who's laser worked, the others had all malfunctioned, the lieutenants exploded in his hand, i watched it fly across the sky the hand still gripping it in an almost perfect arc, just before it hit the water a huge spider swung down like a monkey and grabbed it, disappearing into the dense vegetation. lieutenant james screamed as he held his bloody stump up in front of his face, he looked in disbelief and then threw up.
i did my best to dress the wound but blood soaked through and fell into the water. i pushed the men forwards, 'move it, come on, hurry up, they will be here soon, let's go.'
amazonias river was filled with macro piranhas, they were the size of a large turkey, and they were more teeth than fish, deadly. we had seen them strip a man down to bone in under five seconds. blood would bring them to us. we ran as best we could waist high in muddy thick black water, in the distance a small island, sanctuary.
the lieutenant fell behind, i looked back and ran back towards him, 'hurry,' i shouted as i could see the swarm moving in. the lieutenant seemed to pick himself up and start to run but the weight of everything was slowing him down, he will never make it. i leaned forwards and grabbed his hands and then ran backwards to the land, i could see the lieutenants eyes looking into mine in disbelief. i hit the bank and dragged him up out from the water, the piranhas swam away fast but as i pulled him out i could see everything below the waist was bone. blood oozed from his mouth and he spluttered out some final words, 'look out behind you.'
i must admit i was surprised, i was expecting something more profound. i dropped him face down and turned. there up on the mound was a huge bright red flower, a cross between an orchid and a sunflower, it was massive with long tendrils flanking either side of it's stalk. it had hundreds of fine razor sharp teeth and it leaned in, leering at me, spat out something akin to a mild acid and a tendril curled around my leg, dragging me towards what appeared to be it's mouth. another tendril had one man by the neck, it stuck the mans head into it's mouth and spat out the skull, then did the same with the rest of the body, a carnivorous plant.
i reached out, as it pulled me closer, grabbing the laser, took aim, muttered, 'digest this carnivorous fuck.'
the laser fizzled, made a spluttering sound and died. the plant loomed over me blocking out the jungle, my face was burning up, my jacket was melting, a narrow slice of blue sky whizzed past me and then i realised i'd been thrown. tossed aside.
my vegetarian diet had paid of after all.
i stripped of my clothes, the plants acid had burnt right through them but only irritated my skin. it was excruciating but given the circumstances i didn't have time to mess about worrying about appearances.
i was on my own now, just me on this god forsaken planet, me and the plant life.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

deep in amazonia me and the men stopped to make camp, we had been ravaged by this jungle, it had eaten itself yet it thrived, the top fed on the bottom and we were somewhere at the bottom. huge root systems and vines made our path all the more difficult, the bugs were drinking our blood, the heat was draining our energy, the noise of the forest was destroying our ears, the fear was destroying our spirit and the diminishing supply of food and water ravaged at our body. we knew food was abundant but since the loss of the guide no one dared experiment. after all if the guide can pick a handful of berries and then turn blue as his stomach explodes why would we choose to follow. our focus was a sighting a wild pig or if pushed a monkey, but so far we had only seen bugs, snakes and spiders.
there were three of us now, the other four had been sucked into quick sand, it swallowed them up fast and spat them out in skeletal form. who would have thought such cruel and brutal life exists, i'd never seen anything like it on david attenbourgh.

around the campfire we quickly fell into deep sleeps, i was dreaming about a home cooked meal prepared by my wife, her loving smile, my blissful dream, was shattered by a scream, a blood curdling one that shot through the night and sounded somewhat inhuman. we all woke up startled. for a moment we all froze looking into the flame and then we pulled out our guns and started to rise. everyone went through the ritual of inspecting their boots for the scorpions that we ceremoniously checked for but it was pointless in the dying embers of our fire. a huge moth danced around my head, it's erratic flight and strange moth dust sent a shiver through me.

the men now started to light torches from the fire and we marched out carefully following the scream, something rustled above us in the canopy, something big.
i gestured with a finger across my mouth, the men stopped their nervous whispers and followed me into the living darkness. after a few minites i turned around to check on them but there was no one there. my body started to tremor, i risked calling out, but fear had me by the throat. i was covered in sweat, my machete slipped from my hands, the flame on the torch seemed to flicker and die, but just before it did, in that final moment, the one that haunts i could make out a pair of yellow eyes, animal but tall, their eyes of a man but something more, the burning eyes of intelligence and savagery.

in the darkness i knew i could run further into the jungle and be eaten alive by the million creatures or the other possibility would be to march towards the unknown and meet my fate face to fate, look into the eyes and see what happens next. i threw down the stick next to the machete and walked towards the eyes.
each step seemed to illuminate the scene, a tall warrior like figure half man half beast stood before me, the jaguar god. his gaze was hypnotic and i could see he was indeed the king of his domain. as i strode nearer i could make out the animals in the trees, leering down upon us, there were a number of beasts standing at his side, two jaguars, snakes and birds. i fell before him thinking about mercy but part of me wanted none.
this was a place of no mercy, it was a brutal energy, constantly turbulently changing, there was no stillness, nothing was zen, the jungle is a hive of energies, the inside of the atom, everything eats everything, energy exchange on a massive scale, life gives life, there is no death here, i smiled and surrendered to the jaguar god.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

im surfing again, waves carry me across the oceans cheeks, smack! here comes a massive kiss of natural bliss, one wave and your upside down and inside out, yeah i love that sudden shock where suddenly all the world just makes sense. blissed out i wander around avalon markets and hear some one yelling my name, old agent stone with a baby on her hip.
i have not seen her for a few years, she looks older and motherly, her baby is so pale, super white skin, luminous like a underground creature who has never seen light. sparkling eyes. we catch up, i get the lowdown on the dad, he's skipped town, she's moving up the coast. i have not got much to say really, what can i say, i'm an rock and roll alien on a mission, i spend my time in the ocean and with my books, no bright lights big city, i'm one big creative act, i don't really do anything, i just let it happen. we have a coffee and exchange information, i have to dash away to give pan a bath. it's super hot, everything is melting, my eyes itch, my ears tingle, the second most beautiful girl i have ever seen wanders by, looking like a, well a beautiful girl.
for a moment our eyes meet and i'm transported into a parallel life where i have super confidence and ooze sensuality and everyone loves me, i drive an italian car and have perfect skin, I am cashed up and living the highlife on my nightclub yacht with the most beautiful girl at my side, but then she walks away nervously as if she to has travelled down that road and knows she can do better.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

greetings earth people, the deep fix has been rehearsing, after a long break. truth is it was looking like things had fizzled out but just when you think it's over wow, we played really well, and everyone said my vocals had improved dramatically. i must admit i was very relaxed once we started and i felt a bit more confident than before. the sound was much more gentle than we normally play, less volume and a good mix, everything level wise was excellent.
i played everyone snuff music and t seems they liked it, we also improvised around the fade out which actually sounds really good. electronica meets organica.
val was playing really well, his bass was making amazing sounds amazing music. im very lucky to have these guys, they are brilliant and they are good people. it's time to start playing live. i'm thinking about the launch now, possibly madame mings.
i'm happy :)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

i've been pushing my body and poor old brain for the last few months attempting to complete my diploma for work, they sent me on this stupid course and ive been having to put the hours in, driving up to parramatta and listening to people talk and waffle on about stuff i did 20 years ago, and today was the culmination of all the 6 months effort, my presentation. everyone presented a powerpoint show, it was kinda weird as mine took the form of a comic and i thought it may be to far out the box for people to get but they were all very impressed and it certainly seemed to go down well. i passed the diploma. and now im smoking a joint.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

ergo i am burning up, radio active, my skin as turned bright red and my nipples burn. this is how it is after a day out with her who must be restrained. ha.
sunday morning listening to air, driving up the mona vale road, plugged in to the north shore, watching the trees and the wind, she's a hurricane. some girls are like the breeze others like tornados, i seem to attract the wild winds but i think i'm due a gentle breeze.

strange how elemental forces are like romantic ones.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

my dreams have a smiths soundtrack, '15 mins with you, i wouldn't say no...' i'm woken up suddenly by the strangeness of this dream and wander to my phone to check the phone, one missed message from the past catching up with the future, a request to go to the beach. indecision wracks my brain, what does saturday hold, i have needs that need to be met, coffee and papers and then there's my plan to go to glebe. outside walking with pan i can see the potential of the day, the city requires a intense energetic displacement whereas a beach would nurture and replenish. so we get to the beach and have a swim, the coffee and papers are in the mix, we stop at special points on the beaches, some high spot above mona vale, palm beach, avalon and some special rock where we drink beer that undresses itself and look over the wonderful beauty of the northern beaches. ah it's a perfect day, im so relaxed i could float.
my daze spend dreaming and lounging in and out the pages of various books, i catch glimpses of past lives and future ones. i exit my fugue states and wander down to have dinner with evan and leanne, oh yum what a lovely meal and frangelico one of the most anmazing drinks i have ever had, made from hazelnuts by monastic monks, large italian jovial ones with red noses and cheeks, they roll around laughing and talking in those exaggerated accents about monk lifestyle issues. leanne quickly reminds me how far away from reality that vision is.
we share a fantastic dinner, fresh home grown salad and some amazing pasta. then we jump in the car and drve down to watch the new disaster porn flick 2012. cheese factor 10 corn factor goes of the scale. i was thoroughly entertained and disgusted by the fact i was entertained by such rubbish. i guess this is what people call fun. something i was always at odds with unlike playing which i love to do.
anyway the shorts to avatar look amazing.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

French girls they want cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine

Poor man eyes a rich man
Denigrates his property
A rich man eyes a poor man
And envies his simplicity.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

finished red claw, really enjoyable and well written, satisfying book and lots of fun, can't wait for the movie.
okay dram unfolds at autistic central, i am being moved to a different environment and although the circumstances leave a lot to be desired i think it's all part of something better. the future is bright, although it's a wobbly time.
other stuff- girls - nothing happening on that front what so ever, where are all these available girls everyone is talking about? not here that's for sure.
music - two tracks into 'snuff music' i'm happy, it's coming along slowly. looking forwards to seeing my comrades on friday.
writing - just a few blog entries but formulating some ideas.
travel - attempting travel plans, sorting out visa and papers for expedition to amazon for ayahuscia and licking the back of frogs with the cat people and my friend tim. we will be eaten by the jaguars, well he will be, i will be licked.
$ - i'm in debt to the credit card people but what can ya do?
jake - hanging out with me, watching BSG and generally enjoying spending time with him as he makes his travel plans. we will be going to europe together before amazon trip.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Thursday, November 05, 2009

melby cup day my good friend the infamous legal man tim clarke and i head into town for a lunch at minx, the famous underground erotic venue where over very expensive drinks and succulent fish food we watch hundreds of exotic women take their clothes of and dance in front of us.
oh yeah you think, more sleaze from captain mission and his cronies but i will have you know this was not sleazy at all, the girls were stunning, intelligent and fun, it was nudity without shame and the atmosphere was respectful. i loved it, my ideal universe. fresh fish to eat, nice drinks and some girls wandering around a la natural, works for me.
i had to drag olde tim outta there else we would have got in trouble, it was very difficult when a horde of amazonian beauties dragged us back inside and refused to let us leave but we were strong willed and resisted our base charkras selfish needs.
i love tim, he's fucking a hard ass guru who is flawed and tragic but fuck he's more evolved than most monkey men i know and he fucking lives his life by his code. that i respect.

later that evening evan calls me up to pop in for a cuppa and he presents me with... a kindle.
fuck me dead. the kindle is the most revolutionary thing that could possibly be bestowed upon me. i am in conflict, torn between my love for books and my love to adapt to change and embrace technology. evolution man. we have a ceremony, pink floyd wails lost saxophone music, welcome to the machine, wish you were here., candles burn and we open the package. fuck im so touched, evan you are such a fucking brilliant friend. i know its incredibly uncool but i love him. two loves in one day, jesus. anyways, a kindle man, i have a kindle, we downloaded 'debatable space' and later i downloaded bruce parrys new book, 'amazon.'
the kindle is an incredible device, the books arrived in 6 seconds costing a fraction of the normal book price. the machine is very light and slimline, it holds 10000 books and has a dictionary. it's just a massive change for me, impacting everything.
i'll keep you posted on my adaptation.

Monday, November 02, 2009

the problem with global political issues is they overwhelm and drown your mind with their white noise, it's better to just kick back and think about space ships and robots, i'm reading an amazing book called 'red claw' a sci fi novel that mixes hard sci fi with incredible golden age moments, it's amazing, go and buy a copy. funny to.