Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Now Where's One Of Those Jump Ramp Thingys

2008 Honda VFR800i Vtec - Yes please; yes the colours fine; delivery? no I think I'll just ride it home now; yes she'll looooove it. I can just see the expression on her face now. :-)
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Don't Try This At Home

A couple of weeks ago I drove down to Auckland to take a look at the "Big Boys Toys" show. This sort of show doesn't usually interest me and the only reason I went is that I am in the market for a motorbike. I have to say it was a nice day out, a distraction from the heap of end of term work that confronts me and I DID see some beautiful motorbikes.

One of the reasons it was a fun day was that I saw a whole lot of people having fun and enjoying themselves, especially those participating in or viewing the rolling display of entertainment outside the stadiums that held all the "toys".

One man I saw enjoying himself immensely was the big chap with the huge muscular torso who features on the TV advertisement where his single spoken line is "Big Is Good" - he was having a great day and from his body language and the smile on his face as he posed for photographs with all and sundry you could see he was enjoying his new found celebratory - he exemplified the nature of much celebratory in the modern world, that of - "being famous for being well known".

One of the acts was truly death defying. It consisted of a handful of very brave young men riding trail bikes at speed towards a lift off ramp, flying gracefully through the air and landing on another ramp. While airborne each individual would engage in various tricks of one sort or another. The most heart stopping trick, executed by only one of the riders ( a runner up world champion in this sort of calculated stupidity) is the back flip - - the bike takes off at speed and leaves the ramp, there is then a sort of slow motion rotation backwards at the apogee of the trajectory as the crowd gasps and holds its breathe, then suddenly a safe landing to the ecstatic thunderous applause of the crowd - truly amazing, death defying, graceful and completely bonkers - but I loved every minute of it.

As I drove home after introducing myself warmly and cordially to the type of motorcycle I am going to purchase I swore to myself that I would never, never, ever, ever try a crazy bloody stunt like that, EVER!!
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Two Poems "Here I Love You" and " I Remember You As You Were" - By The Poet Pablo Neruda

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far away.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.

The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
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I Remember You As You Were
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I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
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Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was
slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
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I feel your eyes travelling, and the
autumn is far off:
grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
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Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of
smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the
evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved your soul.
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Sunday, November 16, 2008

How Would You Like To Spend Your Day?




You are given a choice. You can have the day off and either spend it sailing this boat or driving this car. Which would you choose?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Time For A Change


Lets face it, is it possible to do any worse in terms of foreign policy?

I like the United States. I have met and like many of its people. But I think that some of them in Washington need a full length mirror and some reflection time.

If there was ever a time in the history of the world where we all need to learn and apply the wisdom of the 'Golden Rule' now is the hour.

I like the cut of Barack Obamas jib - Time will tell whether his rhetoric of "The Audacity of Hope" is translated into the good deeds of sensible domestic and International policy.
I wish Obama and the Democrats all the very best.
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Sunday, November 9, 2008

Every Monday Is A Back To School Day

After being interviewed by the school administration, the eager teaching prospect said: "Let me see if I've got this right. You want me to go into that room with all those kids and fill their every waking moment with a love for learning.
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And I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride in their ethnicity, modify their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and even censor their T-shirt messages and dress habits.You want me to wage a war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, check their backpacks for weapons of mass destruction, and raise their self-esteem.
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You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship, and fair play, every subject in the school cirriculum in great detai, how to balance a checkbook, and how to apply for a job.
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I am to check their heads for lice, maintain a safe environment, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, offer advice, write letters of recommendation for student employment and scholarships, encourage respect for their elders and future employers.
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And I am to communicate regularly with the parents by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card. All of this I am to do with just a piece of chalk, a computer, a few books, a bulletin board, and a big smile AND on a starting salary that almost equals the minimum wage!
You want me to do all of this, and you expect me NOT TO PRAY?"

Monday, November 3, 2008

Metaphor


Do you sometimes get yourself out of a situation and then reflect on how you ever, ever, ever got yourself into the situation in the first place? - I have! All the time!!