Another Week 78 - Stereotypes, Analysis, Pirates and

Hibernation

Prospects - Waking up to/with condensation on the inside of your window and ye ole camera in the shop kinda day.. Cooler air and careful footsteps..; to paths full of horse chestnuts & conkers., to Weetabix, blueberries and absolute total fat free milk.., to ideas and strength.., to a different backpack

Lots o' pOlitical fudging going down., apparently.. ; I guess that means the 'truth' is difficult to share and difficult to take digest.. There's a wee bit of fog., or sea mist around right now, so I need to grab my bonnet and Primark's and git my act together.. Gonna pack my Air and head on out the highway heading west., baby.

respect

Church pews seem to demand a certain kind of posture, they also seem to command a certain type of attention too.. and they also appear to house a certain 'frame'..; they also seem to welcome a certain kind of personality., a certain kind of wardrobe and certain kinds of 'movements' . Lives of their own.. and the Vicars have their own language, tone .. and gesticulations.. Basically., people sit in church a totally different kinda way than they would elsewhere..; check it out..

Limiting Beliefs

Fall leaves look great in the sun., otherwise they're just  wet soft, brown and dead

The real reason the local coffee shop's seductive is.., I think., there simply isnN'T anything else to do..

You're unemployed., you want prefer to sit down for long periods of time and watch the world go round without you., you have nowhere else to go., you're a watcher who likes to talk and gossip lots., you wanna be close to other like minded cappuccino sitters., you have to appear hip with coffee knowledge., they're on bus routes and destinations., you like your name shouted out in public places.., you have something about hanging out close to a bathroom used by lots of other people..., you like shaking those sugar stalk thingies out of habit, routine and nervousness.., they're usually close to vapor holes.., for every accent you recognize., there will be three you won't be quite sure of.., you'll be able to meet someone to talk to  about the weather and politics., or eventually manage to get a half decent wifi signal in order to check (and post) your latest tweet and/or other social media masterpieces.., you'll be able to answer your phone and tell the caller that you're really 'working'., or in a 'meeting' while lamely trying to chat up the cute tattoo'd barista..; you'll be able to share with the world just how busy you've been., all while waiting inline for your second cappuccino and pastry.., you'll be able to wear that shirt that makes you look and appear really, really hip.., or get the sense you 'belong' cause someone recognizes you.. - local coffee shop mentality.; hip, cool., safe and routine.; go there and groove your next project out., baby

popularity contests
if you need to
wear and style to be noticed
otherwise
jus'
be

If your opponent is far more important than you, then sure., put 'em down., if that makes you feel a lil more confident., otherwise., fess up, grow up and work on the things a little closer to home

I can see what that dude's looking at on his 'puter.. and believe me, that guy's really into that young blonde and her webcam.; library and public computer time uh.. 

HotRadio are blasting the Triangle and the two older than middle aged trans are grooving to 'inside out..'.. and 'that beat'.. The guy over there really should be wearing glasses otherwise his screen's gonna get his nose hairs all over it.. That's two Facebookers I can see on library time..

At one time we all loved

Bill Cosby

too

Who knew.. Nothing dries.., space is a luxury, unless you're outside. People really are prepared to walk into ya., innit.. We know what you look like., we just don't have a clue who you are.., anymore..

Whadya do when you can't get your socks dry

90 day visa - It's good to get out, once in a while.. It's good to walk a few miles along the beach., walk into a store and bump into a friendly warm hug., then walk out that door., go next door and leave your phone on the counter and go next door for a beer with a whole lotta new faces.. It's good to chat about adventures., the roads we're all on, that you'll be going on.; man, I've been on some pretty cool roads.. , you will too.. Jus' get off that bus once in awhile., stand in the middle of that road.. and feel it.., listen to it, really listen, then think of a lyric.. and look out at the horizon..; it'll all make more sense and the more sense it makes, the more confused you'll become, the more  questions you'll have to try and answer.. Horizons once clear move further away when you dip your feet into spring water., when you wander mountains and when you sleep under the stars.. Tescos becomes a memory., Coffee shops become a memory, The Triangle slides into the background and those digitally groovy water features become memories..; you gain new ones and with new ones., that horizon shifts..; changed forever.. an' that's why I love horizons..

Go watch a movie.., enjoy someone's writing, go watch a movie and watch someone's magical camera work.., go watch a movie and marvel at the colorist., go watch a movie and enjoy someone's magical vision and direction., go watch a movie and enjoy someone's stunning editing., go watch a movie and admire a collaboration..; go watch a movie and honor someone's work..  Go watch a movie and be transported.. Just go watch a movie

and next time., stay away from  eccentric attention seekers., stay away from menus

&

stay away from tedious

ness

Leaks

&

emails

v

Obnoxious

Rude & Racial Combative Ignorance

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down

the doors

Which is the right side of the street to walk on., which is the right newspaper, the correct radio station, the best TV channel., the most unbiased coverage, which is the best car., which is the best restaurant., the best beach., which is the best airline., the best beer..; which is the best pair of jeans, the best dentist., which is the best  wine..Which is right, which thing is clearly the best. Perhaps the media is biased when reporting which candy bar is the most popular, which is the best coffee.. Maybe they're all wrong, maybe we need computers to write the stories and do away with personal opinion.. Oh wait, you offer up yours.. and that's ok, even if it differs .. Ahh., opinions., they all differ; maybe its yours that's biased., maybe  we simply have to accept the differences and take note of those opinions

for realz baby
cute is what cute is and cute is only as cute can be
before it gets ugly

subjectiveness v subjectivity

wine

and choices

I feel guilty if I don't clean my teeth when I'm supposed to clean 'em..  BBQ's.. I can yawn without moaning.. Why do people have to clatter around.. an' what is it about theorists.. I suppose it's all a conspiracy.. Now., where are my slippers., dear

Oops

Lights Out

you look cute in your shorts

by the way

Thanks this week go/goes to Mental Help volunteers - African elephants - M25 - hot water - hiking socks - Osprey - headphone jacks and battery chargers

Another Week 77 - Heathrow, Calais Jungle, Swing States and Importance

The A journeyman's journey., man

But then again

I'm

not the lyricist

I'm conscious about my belt.. and the notches on the belt...; I'm not 6'3"., nor 'over 250' lbs' either..; not even close.. I don't use 'product' on mah hair., or chose to wear pink satin silk ties.. I don't find the whole idea of grabbing outta 'power' a turn on..; I can shine my own shoes and can throw a sentence together without as much as a sniffle.. I can even pass a reflection and consider myself a pretty cool dude.; I've been in many a locker room and enjoyed a quality of sporting standard., but in any of those locker rooms I've had the great and lucky fortune to change in, I've never heard, discussed or overheard any kinda derogatory sexist comment.; perhaps I've been in the wrong locker rooms... I've overheard the bar chat up lines that've left me cold., but then they are offered up by guys who truly believe they're gelled up to hell in a basket..- I'm not sure quite what red blooded means., other than maybe it's a (need of) proof (?) of heterosexuality., for some..!, maybe..,; as if those of us (comfortable males) who are attracted to the soft feminine sex actually need to wander life with a big ass unnecessary title..; but if 'we' did., then I'm ok with 'oh., he's just an average kinda crazy miserable ass'd old guy.., who cares'.; I mean., who cares.., really

I guess titles must work for those who need assurances (?)..; it'll have to be a confidence/insecurity thing.., perhaps.. 'cause otherwise, I dunno..  Apparently, I'm not successful., nor powerful.; I'm just  a guy .., a guy who's not into titles., not impressed by 'em and certainly not  into manscaping., threading., or gelling..

Gimme gimme gimme 

I'm absolutely convinced., sorry., but convinced that the whole metro gig is as a result of boredom.. and time.. 'cause I just don't have the spare time to sit in a chair and get my eyebrows 'done'..  and I have time., man.. It's the balance.. and my balance is about searching for my horizon..

But., I'm not the powerful man., nor a successful one either.. I'm about climbing a mountain., trekking a coast., carrying a back-pack, a couple of lens and re-tying my gore-tex boots..  and not about blowing the hair.., man

I can go a day without 'grooming' my cough hairline.. which means that I'm obviously and certainly not red-blooded., apparently.. and I can even go a day without a garish satin silk tie.., which also means I'm sadly not 'locker room' quality.. But sadly, I have to go a life without being 6' (or over) and., so far., not over 159lbs either.., phew.. 32x32 is as bad ass as I can go., baby.., although the core is softer than it was., the wrapping is still in pretty good shape.., for a well used gift..; alas, it just ain't red-blooded, nor upto locker room standards though..: but give me a billion or two and I reckon my little black book would be overflowing with opportunities to grope..., so., it don't come down to locker room stuff., or the amount of success, but simply the account., baby... You can have a buffont., you can have lousy wardrobe taste., use lousy language., baby., but make sure you have a buck in your back pocket.., 'cause that's what counts for an excuse..

All the single ladies

don't pay her him any attention

The spiritual path is one of apparent subjectiveness., questionably.. and is journeyed on by whatever up-to-date satnav the particular user is going by at a time that works., for them..; it ain't my standard baby.. and it ain't my verse either.. Pass the vino., man.., Pretty Vegas please..

Some people I just can't imagine getting all hot an' sweaty., or hanging from the ceiling., or getting down and dirty.., or have that lady gasping moaning with the little puddle of sweat that builds up and settles right around the belly button and right there., squelching on the stomachs.. and that presidential candidate is a rather lame excuse for a real man., allegedly.. an' again, this has absolutely nada to do with any party preference, but only to do with a sportsman who apparently uses a locker room to share  his laundry.., but has little to no respect (or talent) for others..; again, allegedly..

I mean.., come on girls., let's get serious here..; really..!, seriously.. Seriously..!

I hear the clowns are out at the moment.; no kidding..

Maybe it's all a conspiracy.., theory.., baby.. and that's all it is.., a conspiracy..

Perhaps it's a Daily Mail thing., or a Sun thing.., or a Fox thing., or maybe it's a Huffington Post thing., or maybe it's a far left., or maybe it's an MSNBC thing., or maybe it's plain bias., or maybe just a simple (and basic) case of being a crock of absolute sh*t.., but hey, let's blame the media for writing about their opinion.; kinda like you/me using social media to offer up ours., uh.. - opinion and bias

What is a Snicker bar.?

a baby Marathon

In the beginning there was Genesis.., but when does English summer actually begin.? and when is social media actually sociable..

I know people.. and believe me, I know people

Have you ever known someone who actually really does look like a Picasso painting person..; I do..
Dated lives

uk Beach Huts

Radio 2

Groovy

Fab

Hipster

Cool

Chick

Far out

Man

squares &

past yer sell-by-date

There are ferries out there

mountains

too

and have you felt the gentle 'sensation' underfoot one gets when walking on a pebble beach

out

an'

about

for more

waking up., means actually when you open your eyes ?..; what do ya see, what do ya feel., how do ya feel.. and what about that muffled  dreary light.., dude.. - another day

town centre Square characters who busy themselves

same ole same ole 

those phone calls
early morning drilling/power tooling
electric showers

autumn sunshine

parking spaces where you want/need 'em

calm generous energy

infinite skies

good hearts

comfortable straps

boots

new razors

eye smiles

DO you know what goes bump in the middle of the night

Things go bump in the middle of the night

What things

Things

It's getting ever closer

man

women work 39 more days a year than men

Thanks this week go/goes to Norway - UK's ceramic industry - Art - Nature - Spirituality - Stone Flowers and Marshall Rosenberg

Another Week 76 - Love Actually, patience and

Take That

Look., you jus' don't wanna know..

well, that is,

unless ya really., really do...

then (?)., pull up a  chair and take a listen

Once upon a time., as recently as a couple o' weeks days a go I., me., myself and eye.. sat on a bench,  facing the big bad space where a tourist thingy thing used to sit.; I mean, how long does it take to stick a band-aid on a balloon anyway.!

SO, I'm looking across at a big boring white wall type deal and beyond., a couple of floors still just about in sight belonging to a multi million dollar hotel., apparently.. The only two floors left to enjoy a view., other than the one for those at the top/roof of big ass'd white building/wall that's going to house eVen more fast food places. for our fat bellies; in-between me an' HOTel is da white thing, the empty space where a balloon once parked its ass.. and a 'stream' sorta deal.. The stream runs through THE garden and is home for anyone who simply can't seem to use any of the brand spanking state o' de art super dooper NEW magical solar bins.., which means if you have an empty can of booze., simply throw it into the stream.. and if you have finished your choc' bar, don't walk to one of the new solar jobies, just throw the sucker into the stream with the other crap that's already in there..

Ok., back to the point of this ramble Zep' on.. I'm sat there., as you seem to do when perched on a dusty., bird crapped filled wooden bench that's surrounded by a million (and one) cigarette butts and the odd empty can of cheap cider.. and I see an actual photo op'., so, when faced with a photo op' ya naturally gets ya digitalized Fuji do da out and puts it to yer eyeball..

I've got the ole viewfinder up all close an' personal ya'll., composing like and normally I just hit that frisky lil shutter baby., but this time, I'm taking time and (in my opinion) great care., just like a pop song., WHEN., out of the corner of me old left eye..; I take pics with both eyes open, so the 'other' eye notices some/any 'movement' of some/any sort.. I kinda ignore it at first, thinking it was a leaf falling from an overhead autumn tree onto my shoulder, then down my leg.. aNd (?) across my lap..! WHAT., 'LAP'.!!, did ya say..? Yep., so this leaf obviously has a mind of it's own baby.., so I'm thinking I need to take a peek at this clever lil' leafy leaf leaf.. so, I pause with the composition gig of nasty white wall, empty balloon and two floors of HOTel to digest this leaf AND, it ain't no pherooking leaf man it's a bloody mouse, yes MOUSE and not a 'puter style mouse (knehVah), but a furry little creature chappie dancing all over me, over my back pack and sitting there phooking checking ME out with all the gall a little furry  rodent has.. I naturally did the only thing a big 6'3" 267lbs red blooded presidential running dude would do.. and stood up, jumped away from the bench and waved my arms around.. and managing to do this while looking totally really real cool., baby..; oh yeah baby, as kewl as a hot tomato..- I'm no pussy grabbing Donald (allegedly)., baby, so I left the thing well alone and ran away..

That's big black rats.. and now mice in da groovy touristy spot 'they' call The fab digitally creative hipster Gardens. There's NO balloon, no view., empty cans, trash, cigarette butts, homeless, penny whistling whistling geezers, cheese sandwich eating hipsters things to take home with yer after your memorable stay/visit... , other than the groovy solar bins, yer sign posts that're arguably in the wrong place.. aNd that empty food place.., feel safe because be in the knowledge that someone somewhere is spending a whole bunch of da cash., da bread., da buck., baby.. 

The effing mouse was  running riot over me for Pete's sake.. and who's Pete anyway.!

Ok., so now, that's ONE thing I need to tell you guys about.., but, there's more..

Are

we

sitting comfortably

?

If you know sum thin' 'bout automobiles, then you'd know that they can 'go wrong' at times.. and when they go wrong, they need stuff doin' to 'em..; mine needed stuff doing to it.. and I mean 'stuff'.. So I said to the garage/mechanic.., ''why don't ya just grab my balls and squeeze 'em while you're twisting 'em..?".. He said., ''I will after I've just hit 'em with this hammer..''.. "oh., goody.., again please..", I said.., just before being taken to the bloody cleaners.. If that bloody thing goes wrong again, I'm going straight round to pick up my white Vanquish and dumping this ole truck for a bit of V-12 and 457lbs of torque  at 5,500rpm kinda growl..

So., the third thingy that hit me right where it hurts., man.. and NOT wanting to make light of the next piece of crap., and., as soon as I take my wet finger out of the electric socket, I'll tell ya.. Youser man, that stings..; ok, let me see how emptying a tequila bottle down zee hatch in one gulp works.. Not so good as it happens., but mighty tasty., dude.. Hmm, I wonder how trying to rip my finger nails out with a pair of rusty town council tools goes..; ouch, not so pleasant.. But not to worry, I'm pretty effin' numb anyways.., so the pain isn't kicking in.. at ALL

Has anybody else out there also lost over 10 years worth of work, research material, tens of thousands of photos., documentary work ., writings., notes, books in production, interviews.,  'model' release forms.,  and managed to remain! sane.., alive and functioning properly.., 'cause I'm kinda struggling just a tad at the moment.. 

SomeONE somewhere has managed to  destroy my black plastic Japanese portable technological  thing that had my whole library/catalogue of everEthing., maN..

Devasted

Lost

'n'

broken

but

this ain't done., baby, yet

Not until I share with ya just how I was pettily Xcommunicated

from a pretty damn major birfday

by a shitty piece of sibling action

We only get the one chance to sit at a parents pretty huge birthday bash..

and that privilege is one I'll never be able to

..; bah, 

The sun shone today

I gotta an internet hug

a message or two

drank a Pepsi Max

an'

still

scratch my bewildered head

when I think of

The Donald
an' his stylishly shiney ties

I'm all outta

love

Flying Scotsman

steam

baby

It's been quite a ****ing week

man

I saw

Never Go Back

Jack Reacher

this week

too

'cause I needed

a dark room

big speakers

and an alone type place where I didn't have to think

thanks Reacher

for reaching

Escapism

Still got ma 'ealth

still got muh sanity

still got mah limbs

an' still got my functions

I think

later

peeps

Thanks this week go/goes to - those friends are friends, 'cause reaching out when reaching out goes a long way - you know who you are, 'cause you reached out and your reaching out reached me, touched me and made me feel warm, stronger and grateful., sincerely grateful..; thanks for all dat reaching, 'cause reaching's cool - To (and for) ALL the reachers out there