Friday, September 22, 2006

Jaded? Look at this...


I know this is becoming a recurring theme round here, but it has been for ever?!!

Some how toppled upon this in my web research....

It's sooooo sweeeeet...

Oh and the picture I googled for, because I couldn't find any real soul mates to photograph readily on hand...

On the other hand, it would of been easy to paste a tonn of shots of infatuated, lust struck horn bags... heehee...

Still looking...

Religiously divine init?

I was wondering if you thought the wings clashed with the skin tone at all?


SOUL MATE

A soulmate is a mate of the soul - a partner, if you may. A spiritual love, a love undaunted by the properties bound by this world. A soulmate evolves as the soul does, of its own volition, in concert with the growth of the relationship. When you have a relationship with an actual soulmate (many, after the long absence of a mate, confuse the definition of soulmate), there are no domineering factors, for domination rules, whereas love shares. So, there is no ruling partner in the relationship; there is no need for one. Each partner has their strengths and weaknesses, so one mate compliments another.
Source: luvshades.com

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Sex is Nike, smoking, blow jobs and Britney Spears loves yahoo and Coca Cola’s religious yoga beliefs.


Hotmail jokes on ebay maps, playing games downloaded from napster song lyrics dictionary or search engine clip art music.

Wallpaper chat greeting cards travel to movies, poetry, flowers and screensavers build from marijuana prom dresses.

Holocaust cracks the huns yellow pages, free zip codes in kelly blue book playstation cheats as Andrea Thomson tattoos horoscopes fonts abortion free internet eminem hotels during the hacking animals brook burke the sims civil war cartoon art.

If your wondering whats happened here then wonder no more.

I’m just trying to maximise search engine hits.

I wonder how well these highly searched terms will work?

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Who is this Band? OK GO.


You have to check this out!

Tis so funny...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWCSGGrU9MA

Or chick-it-ti-click this the title link above (just worked it out) to get

http://www.mtvu.com/music/house_band/

(A whole load of OK go stuff - nuff to make you the world wide expert over night!!)



Many thanks to friends who like sending emails...


Arrrgh....

Just found out who they are...

Ok GO.

They're newish, just google "Ok Go"

Ok Go.

OK'>http://www.myspace.com/okgo">OK

A link to their blog...

Friday, September 08, 2006

My Russian Bride. (Advertorial)



Please allow me to run this little ad…

FOR SALE. Single Russian Bride, 21 years old, never married. Is keen to marry me, or so she claims. A diligent e-mailer. Sends many photos. Likes to cook and read. Is wild in love but a lady, socially. Willing to immigrate to Australia for love. Writes and speaks good English. Is educated and works for a very good Marketing firm in Moscow. Claims to be very warm in Winter and always very friendly.

SOLD?
I for one, believe her. She does look very warm. She has asked me to pay her air fair and suggested she can come live with me. How considerate of her. The only problem is, that I get the feeling that if you are willing to pay her air fair and the such, she might be willing to marry you and immigrate to Australia for love too!! That’s soooo good of her. I must say she does have a way of making one feel... very special?! Perhaps any interested parties could share her air fair with me. We could syndicate her. I will offer to put her up at my place. One of us might want to marry her!? She may perhaps be very fun and we could share her?!!

Simply email me here to confirm your interest!!

Please forward this email to possible interested parties.

Only serious offers need apply.
Let’s do this!!
The bidding starts NOW!
She seems like a very nice girl…

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Ashton House


Had a great night last night. Did a photo shoot in Ashton House. It's this heritage listed mansion in Elizabeth Bay, above Bare Park, near the house called Boomerang or there bouts.



It sits on top of a dark and ominous grassy hill...

Soooo spooky...

We climb the forgotten relics of old sandstone terraces to gain entry to the grounds.

The whole building is locked, except a set of French doors that are jammed shut by an ornate marble table.

We push hard on the doors, the table eventually sliding aside behind them, dragging along the timber floorboards. Inside, all is black, we could hardly see a thing, only shadows, shadows that move. Shadows that peer at you from out the corner of your eye. Shadows grabbing your attention, when you really don't want them to. All is impeccably quiet in the centre of bustling Sydney City. How strange to not hear, anything...

A cool light breeze flows off the nearby harbour.

Scratching scurrying rats like elephants with teeth and claws. My friend, she screams. Coooing pigeons. Going ballistic low over out heads. Pigeon shite everywhere. Flapping, tattered sheets of black roof cover, out side of darkened windows hiding in every corner. "I don't like rats! I really don't like rats," she says. Four stories of endless grand derelict 160 year old architecture to get lost in.

Our heart skippin beats and racing...

Oh you gotta love it.

Will have to post some photos when they are developed.

Surely to have images of past dead inhabitants of Ashton house etched in the emulsion.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Poetry Is...



Written in the cab on the way to hosting a poetry evening in a Kings Cross's Melt bar, recently...

Great fun was had by all...




Poetry Is...

Poetry is,
two lovers newly met,
hot,
on a scorching high summer’s night,
above, the only witness,
moons light watches blue,
the playing naked frolics,
salty sweat beading lightly,
over lickable silhouettes,
a patter of green grass by the embankment,
laying down under bare feet,
as wondrous giggles beam from a bubbling bustle,
and hand in hand they dive,
into a spontaneous infinity of possibilities
flowing ever forward...

Friday, August 11, 2006

To be continued, in a suburb near you...


A little while ago, in a suburb not far from where you live, there was this guy who had a big trusting heart, and an equally big ego to suit. The existence of his healthy ego wasn’t without some legitimate reasons, afterall ego is not always a bad thing, and the guy had some definite rare and definable assets, that couldn’t be ignored and those helped the ego thrive. Such is what egos tend to do in towns all over the world. Unfortunately though, egos rage heavier when the heart, head and ego, don’t really understand each other. This guy came to realise over time, the ego is often one way people try to bandage up what they don’t really understand, to make things feel better, to feel happier and that sometimes this can be damaging to ones self, and that this is most common amongst many people.

His big heart helped him to legitimately care and feel deeply and encouraged him to help out on all sort of things, for all sorts of people, in his world without thinking about his own needs. Where as his big ego, gave him the courage to take bold unselfish dives into places he probably sometimes shouldn’t be meddling. As this guy wasn’t afraid to do it his own way, despite how everybody else viewed things and no doubt, he was always definitely, having fun.

He wasn’t one to shy away from drama, he was a trained and quite gifted actor after all, he quite rightly loved acting, yet hadn’t always gotten out of it what he had put into it and drama in life doesn’t necessarily assist drama occurring on stage.

Drama being what drama is, every once in a while he would fall in love and this would make him a fool. A real big fool, to be precise. Yes, he would become a fool for love and he definitely wasn’t the first to do this and he will unfortunately not be the last. But he fell for all the wrong girls and stayed with them for all the wrong reasons, denied their lies, lies, lies and actions, and got caught up in their lives. He helped them to achieve their dreams and placed aside his own, but still, he was definitely having fun, but he was ignoring his own needs. He learnt, in all good things in life there is a fine art of balance required, and without this balance things would not continue to coexist eternally.

Then came a point in his life, where the heat got too hot to handle, the girls kept turning up not worth the sharing of his big heart and his ego became understood by his mind and under his control, rather then being controlled by it. He had to accept he had made some mistakes that he never wanted to make again and wasn’t going to, he had to do like almost everybody else did and look after number one and in that way he could even look after others better! He had to make use of what he had best to offer the world.

He had come to remember, something he had forgot about, how interesting other peoples ways were and even more importantly, that many people can really only do others harm. Somewhere, some people had forgotten how to love and their egos had become a toxic disease to all the people around them. These people, he realised are best ignored by everybody. Let them suffer on their own. Time is too short to spend it fixing other’s confusion, when we have our own to sort out and especially when some people only understand cruelness as kindness, such are some people cut out. You can only give if they are ready to receive it.

He learnt how, life is such a complex place and there are many many ways of doing and looking at things that it can take much time to learn how to truly be ourselves and adapt to the multitude of situations we can face, with a healthy awareness and skill.

He realised, there are usually reasons for most everything; and things may be understood and taken from many different angles and understandings; yet some angles are truer then others and better still, others are more helpful. He came to realise how to think on his feet and control his own growth and direction and be happy being his own man by all by himself. Other people would have to take a second spot to what he had to offer. And the story of his life continued…

Sunday, August 06, 2006

The Daily Truth


I thought this article on Russell Crowe was quite amusing, it's titled -

I WAS RUSSELL CROWE'S STOOGE.

@

http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/when-i-was-russell-crowes-stooge/2006/06/06/1149359738242.html

http://www.pen.org.au/


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Click http://www.pen.org.au/docs/join2006.pdf to join.


I'm a member. So could you be.


I love these guys and galls.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Histrionic Personality Disorder.


The Life Story Perspective of Histrionic Behaviour
Childhood

Inconsistent parenting style: alternation between insensitive non-involvement and rewards for exhibitionist behavior.

The HISTRIONIC PERSONALITY DISORDER is identified by the following morphological and constitutional features in the hand. The manifestations of this disorder with regard to patterns of behavior and patterns of attitude would be as outlined in the DSM lll and DSM lV.

Please note: a diagnosis of Histrionic Personality Diagnosis of an individual whose hands are not one with the above photographs, or with the features as detailed below, will, in all instances, be an erroneous diagnosis.

1. The texture of the skin at the back of the hand is particularly coarse and unrefined. This feature is always very pronounced.
2. The dermal texture of the palm itself is very fine. The ridges and furrows that make up the surface of the palmar skin would be relatively difficult to distinguish. The smoothness of the palmar skin would be in inverse proportion to the coarseness of the skin at the back of the hand. This feature is always very pronounced.
3. The knuckles are always pronounced.
4. A certain rigidity describes the constitution of the fingers.
5. The hands are of a generally hard and muscular constitution.
6. The tip phalanges of the fingers would tend to be rounded and mildly tapering. (This feature may be considered a variable).
All authentic instances of Histrionic Personality Disorder will display these features. A diagnosis of this disorder in a male subject would invariably include an additional diagnosis relating to gender uncertainty.

Erroneous Value-judgments

Histrionic personality disorder is a typological representation of bad character, of a vicious disposition formed by habitual passion. Passions are, or are the results of, erroneous value-judgments. The objects of passion listed below (derived mostly from Beck, Freeman, and associates, 1990, pp. 50-51) are external, indifferent things that the Histrionic personality incorrectly judges to be good or bad .. (Evolutionary Psychology and Behavio r Genetics provide adequate scientific explanations of the origins of these impulses.) The cure of Histrionic personality disorder will require correcting these habitual, erroneous value-judgments by making proper use of impressions.

Feelings. Dramatic men and women live in an emotional world. They are sensation oriented, emotionally demonstrative, and physically affectionate, They react emotionally to events and can shift quickly from mood to mood.

Color. They experience life vividly and expansively. They have rich imaginations, they tell entertaining stories, and they are drawn to romance and melodrama.

Attention. Dramatic people like to be seen and noticed. They are often the center of attention, and they rise to the occasion when all eyes are on them.

Appearance. They pay a lot of attention to grooming, and they enjoy clothes, style, and fashion.

Sexual attraction. In appearance and behavior, Dramatic individuals enjoy their sexuality. They are seductive, engaging, charming tempters and temptresses.

Engagement. Easily putting their trust in others, they are able to become quickly involved in relationships.

The spirit is willing. People with Dramatic personality style eagerly respond to new ideas and suggestions from others.

Madame Bovary

In an essay about the novel, Madame Bovary, Erica Jong says that the heroine "dies because she has attempted to make her life into a novel":
Emma Bovary is deluded by literature. Because she is in search of ecstasy and transcendence, she falls madly in love with a cad, then with a coward, ignoring the plodding husband and child who both adore her. She is looking for a higher, more spiritual life than the one available to her as the wife of a bourgeois country doctor, and in this quest she finds only self-destruction. We identify with her because we too look to fantasy for salvation. If Emma Bovary, with all her self-delusion, still stirs our hearts, it is because she wants something authentic and important: for her life to have meaning, for her life to bring transcendence.
A lengthy excerpt, compiled by Mark S. Micale in Approaching Hysteria (pg. 226) from a number of passages in the first half of Madame Bovary, supports this idea:
Emma was becoming capricious, hard to please. She would order special dishes for herself and then not touch them; one day she would drink nothing but fresh milk; the next, cups of tea by the dozen. Often she refused absolutely to go out; then she would feel stifled, open the windows, change to a light dress....She no longer hid her scorn for anything or anyone; and she was beginning now and then to express peculiar opinions, condemning what everyone else approved and approving things that were perverse and immoral--a way of talking that made her husband stare at her wide-eyed....She grew pale and developed palpitations....Some days she chattered endlessly, almost feverishly; and such a period of overexcitement would suddenly be followed by a torpor in which she neither spoke nor moved....Her carnal desires, her cravings for money, and the fits of depression engendered by her love gradually merged into a single torment....She reacted to the drabness of her home by indulging in daydreams of luxury and to matrimonial caresses by adulterous desires....Such a crisis always left her shattered, gasping, prostrate, sobbing to herself, tears streaming down her face....A woman who had assumed such a burden of sacrifice was certainly entitled to indulge herself a little. She bought herself a Gothic prie-dieu and in a month spent fourteen francs on lemons to blanch her fingernails; she wrote to Rouen for a blue cashmere dress; and at Lheureux's she chose the finest of his scarves....She decided to learn Italian; she bought dictionaries, a grammar, a supply of paper. She went in for serious reading--history and philosophy....But her books were like her many pieces of needlepoint: barely begun, they were tossed into the cupboard; she started them, abandoned them, discarded them in favor of new ones...."I have a lover! I have a lover!" she kept repeating to herself, reveling in the thought as though she were beginning a second puberty. At la st she was going to know the joys of love, the fever of the happiness she had despaired of. She was entering a marvelous realm where all would be passion, ectasy [sic], rapture....She remembered the heroines of novels she had read, and the lyrical legion of those adulterous women began to sing in her memory with sisterly voices that enchanted her .. Now she saw herself as one of those amoureuses whom she had so envied: she was becoming, in reality, one of that gallery of fictional figures; the long dream of her youth was coming true.
This need to have another life, an ideal life--the need to be other than what one is--is a manifestation of Histrionic perfectionism.


This list represents careers and jobs people of the Histrionic type tend to enjoy doing -

information-graphics...
designer/ college professor /researcher /legal mediator /social worker /holistic health practitioner /occupational therapist /diversity manager /human resource development specialist/ employment development specialist /minister/priest/rabbi/missionary/ psychologist /writer / poet/novelist /journalist/ editor/art director/ oganizational development specialist


Interesting.... xx

My bit: Often, these are the galls you hook up with, when you hook up with galls who stand from the crowd and come up to you easily, in Sydney bars late at night and eventually it all goes pair shaped, because there so darn agressive and easily impressed at the same time...