Like memories
this is unfortunately a bit of a mix of pieces, yes i have been slack and have not really got to this.. But I will endeavor to be more committed over the course of the next couple of weeks, no I will not try and get committed, the other word.. It has been a trying and busy and challenging time. Not for any reason other than it has been a time to adjust to our new status.
part 1: 25 june
where do i begin with regards the damn ipad, other than I wrote the last blog in a airport, a good one, a long one full of meaning, joy, mirth, wisdom and a whole lot of other things, only to have it taken away from me ..
Technology, our saviour and failure ..
a small bit about the ipad.. a clever piece of technology, and no this is not mine.. it is the works and i need it to do some demo's of software..
would I buy one? not unless I could get it for a steal..
it is nice to type on, you can play angry birds, you can play shark attack you can browse the interWeb.
you can view you tube and all of this on the train .. BUT
it is still Steves evil spawn..
Yes it is a I-device which actually is not an I-device .. it is a sheep device, all those individuals who follow form before function, image is everything view of life, constrained by the shackles of the eVil SteVe.
Ok so now is it at airport once again with the spawn of evil Steve, having lost all train of thought .. I will have to start again.. But this time I am trying to type directly onto the website and rather not on the tying app wherein I lost all the work that I was busy with ..
So where does this lead me down the garden path, a million thoughts mowing through my brain, each one carrying over and destroying the previous ones ..
As a complete side issue I wanted to tell you all about a most amazing book, no not the same one again, which by the way I managed to procure for my self over the Internet .. Yes the black swan one , bout. No this is another book, this is a cooking thesaurus, or should I rather say food thesaurus, it is not s massive book, but a very interesting concept int hat it does not actually have recipes but rather documents possible and proven combinations of foods, like for example broccoli and anchovies, butternut and rosemary and the list continues on and on..
It is something worthwhile poking out for ..
So this brings me back to a question about religion and spirituality.. I must admit ihave gone through a large number of really contradictory thought processes about the validity, necessity or even benefit of religion or I should rather say in the plural. I do think we sometimes contest things that are an inherent flaw in our makeup, like a lisp, ip do believe that many will disagree with the frankness of my approach, but I do believe us as humans require some form of divine belief system or religion. I think we require this as part of our makeup, we require a belief in something that is not real and does not exist, albeit sea monsters, dragons, I have to ask if you dream of dragons
And if you do is it a bad thing, I do believe in faeries, because if ip don't they will die, every time I say or think bad thoughts they die .. Rather pi believe in garden gnomes, I have a belief that we should have at least one in the garden, if not more, and I do think it is mandatory for al of us to carry pocket gnome with us wherever we go .. You may ask what the frig for, has he now seriously lost his marbles, is he leaching marbles through his nostrils. No I must interject, there is a reason, albeit selfish. No that is not shellfish,
They are good and taste good.
Part 2: 11 july
in between losing this blog a handful of times and just being to pre-occupied ...
Where to return to, a lot has happened in the last while (about a month and a little), we have eventually got the point where our PR (permanent residence) has been approved.. Which is a strange thing, coupled with the fact that our house has almost been sold.. what a weird experience ..
It gives this whole journey and adventure more of a finality, we have now landed, things have panned out strangely in some ways, the house has been a cauldron of emotions around things and people we miss. Lucky for us we have all been out of synch.
On other things,
So many thoughts have been rushing through my brain, but i suppose the PR has been in the back of my mind and has really been occupied with that and the house. But it opens so many doors, yet on the other hand it closes some others. It is a strange thing..
It drives us to wonder about the importance of everything in our lives.. In terms of maslo's hierarchy of needs where do friends, family, support and history compared to safety and general peace.. There are things that are brilliant here, but there are things that are missing and sometimes our hearts are torn into a thousand pieces when we miss the things we miss, for everyone there are different things..
Enough of that.. melancholy, I was going to use melodrama, but am reminded internally that i was reminded that this is the incorrect word.
Part 3:
On art, creation of art, appreciation of art and where we stand in this milieu ;-) I now follow danGerousMinDs.. It is a very interesting blog/media/information portal. The point isn't actually about this website, but rather a conclusion that myself and a friend both made.. which was, how is that people can come up with magnificent mental gymnastics. In some terms we can call it art, in other terms we may call it an iSm, But the key being that we don't all seem to have the same ability or propensity to create acts of visual, intellectual or artistic gymnastics, this does, however, in no way say that we do not have the propensity or even ability to judge, appreciate or even pick it out of a line up? How is it that our brains are wired differently in this way?
Part 4:
On looking at piles of Kelp on beach it made me think of a number of things:
1. an irish movie about a farmer who packs kelp into wheelbarrow everyday and then puts it onto his land to fertilize it .. a very depressing movie where the old father lands up killing his sons to protect his pocket of farm.
2. the weird crap that gets washed up from the sea? I saw a bird house being washed up in the kelp, pieces of plastic, glass, bottles and any number of things ...
part 4 will continue down the line..
Is this part of natures way of showing us count zero
Part 5:
a Thought on adversity and innovation, is it a driver or does it inhibit, that I would suppose is pending the eye of the person who is being adversetized .. yes i KnoW that is not a word .. but it fits into what I am trying to say here. When we look at life through the pale glass of an immigrant, their are shades of rose, red and blue. It is all about perspective. How do we measure our success. Can we....
but what is evident, or should i say became evident, was there is inherent values we carry with us like a lunch box brought from a home a long time ago, almost like the elven bread frodo carried with himself through his journey to the ends of the earth to get rid of the ring.... something that feeds us from within.
How important is the cocoon of individuality we wrap ourselves with? At times it is a burden at others a crutch and sometimes it tends to distinguish us from the rest...
we sat last night and realized that we are different, but not in the obvious ways we thought
It is strange, we wont ever know where our next piece of inspiration comes from, somehow it seems better that way..
Part 6: Why do we comodify mystique
A moon hangs in an amber sky slowly burgeoning the new day in, but it is with sadness i realize we have forsaken the mystery of life, yes this is nothing new, there is nothing new in what i say. But, there are times it saddens me ...
There are slivers of hope, breaking through, I sat on the train today saw a guy with a beanie on with "stark enterprises" on the front of it. Event he comics have lost their mystique, baring a few, the bulk have been transformed, albeit sometimes brilliantly, into celluloid replicas of the imaginations of others and ours, removing the mystery and magnificence and replacing them with a cheap celluloid replica. Granted this is inspiration from something I saw on the interWeb recently that spurned this on. the thing that stabbed me straight between the eyes was when i picked up the book i was reading again on the train this morning, I am fighting my way through a Neil Gamon book, not because it is hard to read, but because life has been rushing past me a little over the last few weeks.
I Digress onCe again from the essence of the topic i was hoping to shed some light on.. I should rather not say topic, but rather fleeting moment of inspiration that somehow gets lost somewhere between thought and electronic transferal ....
Why is it through technological advancement we are losing our essence as humans, I cannot say..
But thing we are destroying more rapidly is our mystery. There is little joy in the celluloid and mass media recreations of unique creativity, yet peeking through this milieu and noise generation somehow humanity shines through in the strangest of places..
what they dont tell you
there is so much they don't tell you about the things you should know..
Yet a new days dawns, I will not be afraid ..
