who?

 

so its been a while since I've posted and for one reason. Coming to terms with an incident near Barkly Square. This person was being served at a restaurant and I was waiting in line. They had a preoccupation with looking at other patrons and asking what they were looking at. They were finally served and the person behind the counter asked was there anything they wanted but with one added descriptor - the word sir.

the person promptly lost it and now everyone was looking at them, bleating angry words about how dare anyone assume my identity. Someone asked them what are their preferred pro-nouns. That just made the person even more angry. At this point, I honestly couldn't make out what this person in a dress was. The person who asked held their ground and insisted asking about preferred pro-nouns in this specific situation. It turns out that they identify as non binary, to which the person asking stated how the hell can I or anyone come to that conclusion without asking.

so there is some need for respect and understanding in this case and in many issues today all over the world. I find it arrogant to demand respect and understanding, especially in a case as complex as this.

recently I found out that they are advocating for a they/them day in the public service, when a day is dedicated to using those pro-nouns

and thus the descent into madness begins. Assume nothing and try to impose your opinion but in relation to me, do so at your own peril. The whole thing comes across as a load of cult-like nonsense.

what would anyone do?

 so I picked this image because it represents the nature of my front door. Door with a fly wire screen. I fell asleep on the couch and was woken up with someone banging on the screen last night. When I say last night, half past one in the morning last night. I heard some subsequent mumbling but I was hesitant to answer the door. I took my sweet time to instigate my alternative approach of opening the window next to the front door.

by the time i had stuck my head out the persons (more than one) had left and were walking down the stairs. Because of the time I had no idea what it was they wanted. The strange thing is that the same thing happened about two months ago. I wasn't interested then and the same goes for now.

maybe the whole incident goes under the category of opportunity loss. If they knocked on the door as late as eleven, I might have been curious. but not half past one. Because it was more than one person, I lost even more interest. It didn't give the feel of an incorrect food delivery, which happen every now and then  - but not that late. Because they knocked that late, all curiosity went out the door.

to add to detracted curiosity is the very nature of now. Now is just plain weird, in so many different ways. They didn't look uniformed so I ruled out the police. 

screwy.

the fab paradox

 

now I never really care much for the Beatles not so much in either (whatever that means) but in any way. Never really heard all that much of them. To add insult to injury, never really cared all that much for the Stones either. Maybe it was a time thing as I was so tiny when they started, it really had no relevance in my life. I didn't grow up in that time so they had no relevance in my time. The further dilemma was my relatives, also couldn't give a toss either way. Actually, its got me stuffed what it was -  but it wasn't us. Maybe it was personalities, maybe it was palette.

so I got to thinking and listened to the entire back catalog - from start to finish. Now I can note a certain development, especially from the early years but one further paradox floored me. They came across like they were only getting started, even when they broke up. Maybe all the exposure and adoration was an impediment to their development. 

not everything but some solo material was far more polished and slick than them in their heyday - and intricate.

the greatest dilemma in my mind is Photograph, written by George and Ringo but with Ringo on vocals. It has such a greater resonance now that George has gone.

from now on I will think about the parts rather than the sum total.

except for Paul. Really don't care for that since before Wings.

assumptions

 

so last night there is this woman talking nasally on her mobile phone. Some guy not wearing a mask properly is picking his nose like he is going to wear it out and another person not wearing a mask at all are both sitting nearby. There are more people down the tram not wearing masks. So I start moaning every time she talks. Eventually she takes exception and I ask why you assume I want to listen to you talk. Apparently she was here before me; I asked why was that a protocol.

eventually everyone takes up her defense and I point out the idiots not wearing masks and the terminal nose picker.

its official. The world has gone insane. Defend the annoying phone woman but leave other mad people to their own devices.

I remember when mobile phones were in their infancy. People used to talk about work on their way to work. For six months or so, people had every right to ask why they had to listen to someone else's business on the way to their own business. That died out pretty fast.

time to buy an air horn. Let the arrogant jerks deal with my assumption of what is acceptable.

Lyle - one year on

 

so its been one year since Lyle Mays passed away and the magnitude of this is best expressed in his solo recordings. I know he was a member of the Pat Metheny Group but they were a group and his contribution to that group was by no means a slight coincidence. Just listen to the solo albums and although they are a different beast altogether they give more than a fair insight into what kind of a power house of music this creature was. The first self titled disc alone can be a candidate for a desert island list any time.

it must be hard for the entire group to come to terms with such a loss - like losing a limb. But with all people I talk about who have gone I say the same thing. He's still here.

just listen.

wha?

 

last night I am filming my stuff for the new project and I'm in Collins Street. The new project involves filming architecture in the city. This place looks good on the hill past Elizabeth Street so I do my stuff to get ready to film and someone delivers to the building.

A woman comes to the door in full military camouflage and some other guy. The other guys says in no uncertain terms that I can't do that, for what reason I don't know so I ask where is the sign? Is this a military restricted site? The woman says nothing a just gives me the look of death. Now I started at the top of Collins Street and I have been hassled by security for over an hour so needless to say, I wasn't in the mood

but this was different. This was some serious weird shit. So I say to myself I'm going to post my escapades online via my blog to cover my ass. What is a masked military person doing in Collins Street in the evening?

I never thought that doing this harmless crap would make me file worthy. I didn't take any images but I am curious so I might go back.