Saturday, 26 September 2009

Big Cats

Last night i met Australia's Commonwealth boxing champion and Melbourne's turntable queen who was very nice. then i drank expensive cheap booze and walked home 4 miles in pouring rain with a hangover, partly from not drinking enough rum (on account of them costing £5 each), but mainly from eating the worst pizza in my life. some people just should not make other people food.
a good night really.
semi-final day today. i'm off to see the rugby, the wonderful rugby of Oz...

Friday, 25 September 2009


if you go to the end of the blog, the first post states my desire for this blog to be an interactive thing, an online autonomous platform for people who wanted it, for people to share ideas rather than just read about mine. this is still the case.
well i held up my end, the blogs now been running 15 months and 2 days. i don't want to dilute quality for the sake of more content, i already heavily censor my own posts because i think people have enough to read. however, i think there is only so much one person can say.

i'd like people to submit material of a inspirational, empowering and/or reflective nature. the things that happen or happened in a zen state, totally in the present, when nothing else mattered. managable file sizes please to my e-mail address (at the top of the blog). quality is the keyword. i'd particularly like work from Lee J, Liam Raby, Ben Simpson, Phil Clarke-Hill, Ben Eyes, Laurence Jackson, Ben Rowarth, John Fawcett, Kim W, Gordon, Andy Davies, Matthew Tyas, Sally J, Alex Stewart, Liz B, Jennie, Dougal, Scott, Mikey, Rob, Vanessa, Glenn, Paul Walker, John Standeven, K, Abda Rahim, Adam Melton, Kano, Andy Clegg, Rob Horrocks, Brian Sykes, Nancy M, Colin Thompson, Dan The Hat, Layla, Fran, Desert Storm Will and James, Unj, Tom Evans, Caroline, Si, Tim, Sarantis, Greg, Immi, Will Sampson, Jay, Ryan, Justin, Lucas, Kia, Keon, Munkee Dave, Nat, Nicole, Paddy, Patrick G, Rob Cooper, Jim, Rob Snell, Rosie Brice, Emily, Sam Busey, Sarantis, Nicola, Liz Ainge, and Dan Wilson.

audio, image, video, text, all formats. play to your strengths. i know somewhere at some point at some time someone has made or is making something (even if you don't). If Leonardo was a thinker, Michealangelo was a doer. i think a bit of both is important. everyone can contribute something old or new. all groups, individuals, and artists retain the rights to their own material, but volunteer it for publication. you're in safe hands. if you didn't see me off or turn up for my first public birthday in 8 years, or did but without a drink or without even a card? gimme the best you got. please understand this is not about me. it never was and that was the whole point. it's not my blog, it's bigger and more important: it's ours. this is an opportunity for this global collective to throw in their 5 sense.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009


i think my writing is getting better. one of the great advantages of writing a blog is that people give you feedback......

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Basketball in the petrol station

The butterfly effect is a phrase that encapsulates the more technical notion of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory. The phrase refers to the idea that a butterfly's wings might create tiny changes in the atmosphere that may ultimately alter the path of a tornado or delay, accelerate or even prevent the occurrence of a tornado in a certain location. The flapping wing represents a small change in the initial condition of the system, which causes a chain of events leading to large-scale alterations of events. Had the butterfly not flapped its wings, the trajectory of the system might have been vastly different. While the butterfly does not "cause" the tornado in the sense of providing the energy for the tornado, it does "cause" it in the sense that the flap of its wings is an essential part of the initial conditions resulting in a tornado, and without that flap that particular tornado would not have existed.

it's not a naieve thing to try and save the world, but rather a waste not to try. maybe our different creeds, colours and ideas are ideally intended as different solutions to a global problem and we can exist as that solution. i'd like to think i favour inspiring ideas and techniques with which we can better ourselves and surroundings. many theories attest everything has it's opposite, ying to yang, hot to cold, destruction to creation. most problems, physical, emotional, spiritual, local, national, global ususally stem from an unbalance. too much of one thing without enough of the other. Sigmund Freud said "Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock."
If that's how or when it began, then i believe we as people can do more than that these days. Do it. Smile at someone, call your mum, be nice for 3 minutes, whatever.
"I destroy my enemies when i make them my friends"

Thursday, 17 September 2009

Monday, 14 September 2009

Sunday, 13 September 2009


It's zone 1 and zone 2, the trains run regular and the fare is fair. today's ticket took me back to Frankston. at the end of the line it takes about an hour, but for the inconvenience 2 minutes east from the station is one of Australia's best skateparks, if that's not enough there's some great carrot cake at the station platform shop for the way back.

Many people in Melbourne are friendly although some do seem rather fragile. i've said hello to a few people and they've returned a look of terror like a face in the final rounds of a televised cash quiz show. the internet here is a bit faster than dial-up, and about £2 an hour in most places; painful. unlike anywhere else they have data caps so about 40gb a month will cost you about £22. painful for this download junkie.

Im now running a brand new macbook pro, and shooting in RAW. this is good :) skatepark footage to follow.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009


i've been having these really vivid dreams lately, last night i died. this has happened before, but this time, the dream continued and i wandered around in purgatory watching the world without me. maybe some dreams share similar themes, and maybe there is only so much we can learn or conclude from them. peoples' dreams interest me, but, in regards to some of mine, i think i would rather be asleep.

anecdotes and explanations of happenings can be useful and offer insight, in any case i prefer them to dogmatic and moralistic rigid judgements about what i, me or you should be doing. we can only compare the experiences we have or share, because they are always unique and highly personal. between the smallest of margins and most routine of regimes, are the idiosyncrasies of the unexplainable, the qi, ki, prana, the magic. maybe it's naive to think what cannot be seen or explained does not exist, as without mystery few things could be special.