now

 

it's official. 8th October has been banned. It has been replaced by 11th November. If only starting with four people. His partner Helena, his two daughters Lauren and Adrienne and myself. On the 8th October, there is no demise, witnessed or understood, that way we all get to celebrate two birthdays. I'm sure when the phenomenon takes hold, many more will embrace this. How can they not? At this point I guess I should go into some detail.

Forget playing the guitar. He can play it like a titan, but there are so many other factors to take into consideration. I'll start with his train of thought. He embraced the writings of George Orwell. Not the obvious works, like 1984 and Animal Farm, but all the others. The novels that led up to these famous works, that contain themes and ideas in the developing Orwell's 2 "greatest hits". I would think of the craziest ideas and we will talk them through until they made sense. 

One thing I wrote was a book about scale patterns. Not only did he tell me what components to reject, but how to develop it further. He uses it to practice on his Chapman Stick.

There is an overall feeling about the way he approaches things. From teaching himself to read music; to dropping everything to focus on not just something else, but to the unknown.

The same phenomenon is more than apparent in his daughters, with an emphasis on Adrienne. Dropped whatever she was doing in her life to become a solicitor. Lauren took up the flute. When she dropped that to do whatever, he isn't happy, but took it in his stride. Maybe the most annoying fact was that she is so damn good.

The whole thing reminds me of my tabla teacher. I have never referred to her as my "former" tabla teacher. Every time I see her I learn something new. From the coincidental to the monumental. plus another thought about now. Not can, but how do I forget what she taught me? I think about it every day. Not only what she taught, but the very experience of knowing her. The very same could be said about him. Plus teaching me - she was a real ball-breaker. That I am eternally grateful for.

All I can say, in conclusion, is the overall train of thought. Whatever you are doing, anything. Embrace it until you make sense of it. I find information on the internet every day, no matter how oblique or obscure. I think constantly of sharing what I have gleaned and sharing it with him.

His name is Wayne Monger. there was no funeral on the 8th of October. It has now been replaced by 2 birthdays on the 11th of November.

He is alive. Every day.

Whoever he is changing the lives of, now. How can he not be?

these are horrible people

 

so without mentioning the electricity company by name; let's just say that the actions of this energy provider came across as definitely un-Australian. the actions were like god's private mystery, and I am not religious. here we go.

1 month ago I received 3 emails in one day saying that one of my credit cards was about to expire. this was from my former energy provider, who had not been with for over a year. June 2022 to be precise. after many calls to their call centre, I was told to 'rest assured' that the emails were a scam and ignore them. there were no alternate addresses in the emails and no links to their site; only a link to their privacy policy which went to their site, without going to anything to do with my credit cards. 25 days ago, after also dealing with the energy ombudsman, I was given an assurance that I would not recieve another email from them again. 9 days ago I get another email from them and get this; containing a survey asking about loving to hear my thoughts interacting with the company.

so now it has come to the point where I and my former energy provider will receive a formal letter asking them to remove my email address from their system.

so please, after all this, I dearly hope that they take in the scope of this simple, yet direct, request.

please, fuck off.

desperate to get my head around the disparate

 

some of these things have a disparate quality within one descriptior; others are just a 'collective' overview of the disparate nature of now.

maybe let's start off with the definition of disparate

essentially different in kind; not able to be compared:"they inhabit disparate worlds of thought"

the other day, and I have no idea why, I passed out in the street. when I woke up, there were people standing over me, asking if I needed anything, like an ambulance or a glass of water. all I could think of was the dead bird on the way to the post office before I passed out. It was obvious the creature had been hit by a car, but then the overriding question; of all the wild birds that are alive in the world, and there must be millions, where do they go to die? Is there some order meaning that when a certain amount are born, there is some enforced attrition and for a certain population of birds it's sorry, but it's time to go? there is an obvious order to us beyond the service, whether it be burial or cremation and then in the form of the cemetery. there are no bird cemeteries or even for that matter, formal places for wild animals as a whole.

just today and without going into detail I was seeking a legal remedy in a civil matter. aside from the interruptions which destroy my train of conversation and moreover, thought, when the solicitor who was advising me spoke, there was only one thing going through my mind - his metaphors were crap. Not so much that they were not reflective of the common person or even the average person, as subjective as those descriptors may be, but they had this overall feel of examples from his world, with the only overall descriptor I could proffer as 'planet law', full of it's expertise and experience but no understanding of 'now' . then his comparison of email messages to physical junk mail in the letter box came across as somewhat naieve. like I was reporting something in it's infancy, even with organisations like an ombudsman to monitor certain behaviour. 

TikTok. maybe part of me thinks whoever is reading this may say to themselves, no need to take this any further - we understand, but I will elaborate. simply put, there is no overall meter to this medium, be it quality or quantity, or moreover, the quality of that quantity. joining bullet points or topic headings together do not even begin to qualify as conspiracy theories; they are the ghost of a theory. I may even agree with what is being said but more times I am left thinking go on, explain. many times I am also left with thinking whoa, wait a minute! putting it mildly, that association was a little far reaching for my taste, but there are people who take these associations on as fact.

there is a lot of discussion about gender terminology and gender roles, here's a dual suggestion. teaching children about gender theory using a fictional character in the form a gender unicorn? screw it, teach away and when they have a full understanding, explain it to me. plus the depiction of the gender unicorn looks like a standing hippopotamus with a horn on it's head, with no genatalia, in any form.

Aldi. no problems with the prices - bring it on. I have very simple tastes but it seems that everything I like or want is out of stock.

for more than one episode, the news has broadcast the phenomenon of the demand for Taylor Swift tickets as relevant or 'newsworthy'. please. she's a revlon advertisement for numbskulls. say what you want. the music is awful. if there was a stabbing or even a gun related fatality in the line for tickets, now that would be news.

I could add more but that's enough for now, perhaps explain it all to me. makes me think about aliens from outer space, travelling all that way only to be confronted by a fraction of all this. all I can think of is a map of the solar system and a note for earth. avoid - exhausting.

mission accomplished!

 

this blog reminds me of the first blog I ever wrote about finding a passport at the supermarket and this involves something that happened the other day. the name of the pittie is Maggie and was wandering around the local train station. I was wondering where the owner was and with no owner in sight, I checked her collar. there was an address and a phone number. I left a message and waited for a return call. meanwhile, Maggie had a look on her face kind of suggesting like, well you've seen my address and called my owner, so failing a return call, why don't you take me home? a short while later, the owner replied and said he would be there soon. so here I was, giving Maggie plenty of rubs behind the ears, which was such an ordeal (sic)! whilst waiting, Maggie wandered off, suggesting well, if you can't take me home, I'll try it myself... 

I called her back and kept her there with plenty of back rubs - the things you have to endure when trying to do the right thing (once again, sic)! the owner turned up and owner and Maggie were extremely grateful. he said Maggie was affectionate to everyone. part of me wanted them to hang around so I could pat Maggie even longer.

it turns out a delivery person dropped off a package and left a gate open, causing Maggie to wander off.

anyway, a few days later I told this story to a person who said that they wouldn't have done it because they simply wouldn't have the time. to which I replied,

'are you fucking mental!?!?'

it's a weird thing as to what people regard as a priority nowadays

personally, I wouldn't have done it any other way.

part one?

 

the only other blogs I have done with more than one part were excerpts from the diary of Samuel Peyps in relation to the great plague of England and another in relation to our cares and woes with the vaccine and COVID.

so let's cut to the chase, shall we? former president  of the United States - 

Donald J Trump on trial

get ready for a few things that are going to turn this into a marathon. First off, having witnessed a few civil and many criminal trials in my time, there is a world of difference between the two.

perhaps we should start an online betting app as to the following-

the amount of times the residing judge says could the witness restrict himself to answering the question

the amount of times the prosecution objects

and here's something that might turn up  - the amount of times the defence objects. to witnesses they have called and even the accused when he takes the stand.

the main thing that comes to mind watching his speech after being formally indicted was this - the trial has nothing to do with the guilt or innocence of Joe Biden, Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton, the FBI, the Department of Justice, politiciian Anthony Weiner, US National Security Advisor Sandy Berger, Dick Cheney, prosecutor Jack Smith, the Democratic Party en masse and Hunter Biden. even George W Bush and Mike Pence. surely that is all of them.

it all has to do with the guilt or innocence of one person

Donald J Trump

but the one thing that could really make for great odds in the betting world - the amount of times he could be charged with contempt of court and the subsequent number of days he could spend in jail for that alone. could hamper his campaining schedule a tad.

actually, there has to be at least a part 2. right now my head is spinning in relation to all this.

if you thought Amber Heard was a piece of work.

get ready.

Youtube

 

so here are some points about what I don't understand this absolute mystery of life - Youtube.

when you play a guitar demonstration and the guitar has new strings on it, the guitar has new strings on it, but it sounds muffled because of my crappy laptop speakers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UlmgR_1ocU&t=932s

the introduction page has a video that is part of a series, but it is the second or third, or even who knows. You can only get to other parts once you have clicked on the relevant video. I'm not going to bother posting a video here.

when you search .for the word 'mix' and find a mix of an artist, you have exactly that problem - finding it. For example, the artist Bill Burr has a mix with his wife.

plus i feel weird describing an artist with the word artist. It sounds formal.

not so much abusive comments but weird comments.

intensely short videos

there was one video, speaking of Bill Burr that went for 11 hours!!! Talk about dedication!!!!

when it doesn't work(!)

is this how it starts?

 

So in my mind it was a freak of nature. My best friend for over 30 years dies. Along with his passing the music died, the massive exchange of information on a daily basis died, but moreover and most importantly the humor died, which may have been a blessing because he made me laugh so hard I couldn't function. I just lay down on the ground, in pain and begging him to stop.

January 10 this year. Jeff Beck dies. Sure it's rock n roll he played but the tremolo bends, the pinched harmonics with tremolo bends and his use of slide - techniques to name a few certainly changed the face of music. Certainly changed the face of my music.

That night I watched him play Where Were You - Live at Ronnie Scott's. Sure, majestic and beautiful, but there is one moment around 1:40 when he unleashes the power. Now every time I see this I stomp my feet as a form of joyous celebration - then I start to cry.

So is this how it happens from now on? I am at the age where my heroes start dying? There is a paradox in the age of now we are living in.  I have some issue with the new Ricky Gervais series After Life. He had a computer filled with videos of the time with his former partner. The paradox is I would give anything that similar files existed in relation to my best friend. At the same time I would give anything that similar files never existed in relation to my best friend

Putting it mildly (and personally), a case of information overload. Messages sent, messages delivered and Youtube videos to say the least. The temptation to become a glutton of grief.

But let's just come out and say it. Fuck it, I'd rather have them both back alive and no more information about my heroes dying from now on please.