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25 novembre

mega

for some reason i can't get off my mind that our prime minister has just pledged half a billion dollars to match donations made by the population of the uae towards an initiative to educate one million children in developing countries. that is literally a shed load of clams. who even has five hundred million bucks at all, let alone spare, let alone to give?

 

i've know some very generous people in my life. the person who anonymously sent me fifty bucks when i was a broke student, or my parents who has countlessly given me cheques and cash to purchase skateboards, computers and to just keep going. my brother who loaned me twenty thou without query and my brother who gave us two hundred bucks when he left. or the other brother who always pays for the beer. or the brother who is kind and generous with his money, words, home, life and more. generosity comes in many forms, i suppose, and well timed free lunch or lift home can be as warmly received as a wad of cash. i think. i've got a mate who always buys drinks and food when we go out. i know it's cheap as anything but he always thinks to do it and would accept any money for it. he's awesome. and my mate who got up at five ay em to sit next to me as i drove to the airport and then drove an empty car back here, just to be nice. i know people who will mind ben in an evening for free (bar red wine and brownie). old friends in karori gave us enough money to live in nepal for five months while we both worked at a school. they are everywhere except at my computer now. 

 

i think i'll study leveraged buyouts because that's how carl ichan made eight point seven billion to become the fifty third wealthiest man in the world last year. think how many kebabs i could buy for my mates for that much.

13 novembre

tangent

i was amazed to see a certain product on the menus and shelves of eateries in beijing. actually there were many such items. the stewed pigs face was not ordered by me nor any one else at my table. chicken was. and damn good beer. snow something beer. as cold as snow and as nice as beer. just what we needed after an overnight flight from dubai, weird airport procedures and a long queue to check in at what turned out to be a very generous hotel. except of course when it came to entertaining satellite tv. miss congeniality kept turning up in my room but never at times when i could see it all to the end. i did try though, three times.
 
people were drinking this stuff that came in a bottle that held, at a guess, 150 mills. it was clear and contained 56% alcohol. what the. as rapidly as i turned down the pigs ear on rice i refused this drink. bearing in mind it cost around 50 new zealand cents it certainly would have lasted all night. also bearing in mind i'd been in beijing for hours not years i wasn't sure i could find a hospital without access to my eyesight. anyway, this stuff was sold everywhere. i was not so shocked in that restaurant as i was when in the supermarket a couple of days later i saw the same stuff in 600 mill bottles. like 10 bottles of beer in one bottle and all less than quid. like when we were in zimbabwe and a loaf of bread cost 2 zim dollars, a bottle of vodka cost, say, 300 and a packet of smarties (devils friend) cost over 400. couldn't get my neck around their economy and we unintentionally left the country with wads of cash. we tried to burn it at restaurant by ordering just about everyting on the menu (and the wine list) and went bezerk along the aisles of a bulawayo supermarket but when we arrived back in south africa, like many tourists no doubt, we had zim bucks literally to spare.
 
i don't drink that much anyway. not after....

far away

it has been years since i have been very very sad. i mean really sad. i mention this becasue i know people who are mourning tonight. really mourning. loss. greif. worry. i'm not sure of they way out of these feeling and maybe there needn't be one for a while.
 
we had great friends many years ago. they were funny, healthy, kind as heck and very good eggs. they were teachers, they were heroes, they were kiwis, they were complete. i remember the phone call we got one sunday morning from vanessa to tell us that linda and chris had been involved in a car accident and had died at the scene. it was on the news and everything. even the police were genuinely puzzled as to how the crash occured. they weren't the only victims either. sadness swept the vast circle of friends kept by linda and chris. karori baptist church was devastated as were their good families. i remember still crying for them weeks later. just stopping and crying. it didn't seem wrong to me, or like god had mucked up or anything. two lovely folk tragically died together. that was all and it was so sad. still is. i remember they said at the funeral that when they looked in chris' wallet they saw the photos of (from memory) six sponsored children. at the time i wrote them a song and feebly sung it at karori baptist to share our feelings. i knew linda for years and loved her a lot. here are the lyrics:
 
how many lindas do you know've been whistled at on the beach
by one of her brothers
not many others
 
how many lindas do you know as caring or cool
so little in size
so loving and wise
 
linda caughley wore nepalese pants
she loved to sing, smile, pray and dance
 
i remember linda as a low maintenance friend
who loved the outdoors
she never swore
 
how many lindas do you know with cool wooly jerseys
loving whinnie the pooh
and chris wards too
 
linda caughley spoke poorly of no one
remembered for a spontaneous sense of fun
 
how many marshmellows can linda fit in her mouth
i know for sure
twenty three or twenty four
 
we know lindas dancing in a perfect world
and god is there
it doesn't seem fair
 
linda and chris we missed out on our curry
but now i suppose we won't have to worry
 
becasue we know you are dancing in a perfect world
our god is there
it doesn't seem fair
 
 
 
it is written that it is better to go to a funeral than a wedding. for thinking about life i suppose.
 
i know what invitation i'd rather get through the door tomorrow.
 
6 novembre

notes

i hope you all know by now that jenny is totally pregnant and we are expecting this to be over late may or early june. jenny reckons it'll be may. we can't help but reflect on the way ben has developed so sweetly in the past two years. we had no idea what was coming when, chidless, we decided one day to start our family. thank god for the way that ben is both totally bananas and yet so dignified. my thought is that when dignified marries bananas we get beautiful. and he is.
 
i also feel that life is magical experience. this year has been very exciting for me. i have travelled a lot (angkor wat, petra and gwoc in a two month period to name a few of the spots), i love my skateboard and thoroughly adore my family. the fondness i hold for my friends has enriched me in ways i had held back from for a long time. you see, with friends you can do all sorts of things. play pool, talk shit, whinge, drink beer, argue, eat biscuits, share stories, laugh, eat apple pie and so much more.
 
i've done some cool things with friends. i've long found it better to treat people as friends even if they are not. it doesn't usually hurt. here are some things i remember:
 
1.   getting stuck on a dune in a shiny black dodge durango waiting for a guy from dubai to come and dig us out
 
2.   wandering the streets of foreign cities oooing and ahhing the weirdness
 
3.   palying pool and drinking beer. i had a mate who said he could believe in god based on the angles on a pool table alone. he mastered the angles better than i did as well
 
4.   riding skatebords anywhere in wellington
 
5.   ben harper concerts in wellington, london and birmingham. three different cliques. three bloody good shows (+ jamiroquai, prodigy, iron maiden, aerosmith and the x games in dubai too)
 
6.   the flight of the conchords afterparty in york with an old school friend called bret
 
7.   (sad guy comment coming) finding lost people on facebook and maintaining contact
 
 
as i said in an earlier writing i a trying to be nicer to people now. i do like them/you very much. for me so much is sweet these days. my job is great,  great fun. i love skateboarding and actually nailing new shit occassionally. i am deeply excited about the birth of our new baby and although i totally unintentionally lashed one of jenny's suggestions for a name tonight know that as parents we do our best for our family and we remain as fiercely committed as we always wished to be.
 
for my life i thank god. and you. and you?
2 novembre

nice two people

on the evening of halloween, while drinking what appeared to be a broccoli drink with an eyeball in it, we were invited to attend  a lunch at the house of good friends of ours. the offer was generous so we accepted. today the said lunch was nearly overshadowed by great conversation and family time for all of us. there was a steak each, roast chicken, veges, salads and drinks. it was a real pleasure to help them devour the banquet that was laid on. we failed however and after an afternoon of chewing the fat and watching the kids we stayed for our dinner too. more meat was purchsed and we found ourselves stuffed once more. we talked some more. then had hot coffees to drink while watching extreme sports and discussing skateboarding. i'm telling you these people gave well over and beyond what was expected and i thank them for their selfless giving of their food, their home and their time. most of all for allowing me to hijack much of the convesation by talking about skateboarding. such people should be saluted for their cheerful giving.
 
i've decided to try to be nicer to peolpe. i have been too grumpy and introspective. by the way, you look wonderful today, really.