Saturday, July 31, 2010
B WHO YOU WANT TO BE ....Olev Muska
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B Who U Want 2 B / second half Video - Part two completes this educational journey for Banksia Road Primary School
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B WHO YOU WANT TO BE....Olev Muska
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B Who U Want 2 B / first half Video - Students
developing an adaptive social and creative intelligence through seemingly chaotic interplay with multimedia tools applied to social justice issues- part 1 of 2
Olev Muska: Music
Two Angles of World War II Video - A short film shot by my grandfather in 8mm film during and after World War II. Showing culture differences between Americans and the Japanesse. The destruction of the atomic bomb, & the capabilities of the US Navy during this time. Edited by Ryan Saul with music by Olev Muska. (TriggerfishMaui)
Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Go With the Flow
Even salmon swim against
the current...
Am I CAUGHT by a Time Warp? OMG! it's Groundhog Day
Here we go again and again and again and again and again and
so ad infinitum
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Another Day
The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day.Another Day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray.
She's at the door, she wants to score.
She really needs to say.
I loved you a long time ago, you know.
Where the wind's own forget-me-nots blow.
But I just couldn't let myself go.
Not knowing what on earth now there was to know.
But I wish that I had 'cause I am feeling so sad.
That I never had one of your children.
When across the room, inside the tomb, a chance has waxed and waned.
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?
I must take her and I must make her while the dove domains.
And feel the juice run as she flies.
Run my wings under her sighs as the flames of eternity rise.
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn.
Oh really, my dear, I can't see what we fear.
Standing here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day.
And without a sound, I turn around, and walk away.Songwriters: Harper, Roy
I Will Survive: Dancing Auschwitz
Jane Korman is the best! This is a good honest video of a Jewish family's triumphant survival and in good Australian tradition the camp song to end all camp songs: I Will Survive. Pity the rest of the world get's so super sensitive about what can and can't be said about the Holocaust. Here's to the survivor's freedom of speech and depiction!
This Mortal Coil: I Want to Die
When I was 16 I had my first Bacio- I mean the Perugina variety with the dark chocolate coating and the hazelnut praline inside and a small roasted hazelnut on top. Inside a fortune wrapper could be found. I thought the pivotal role in the Baci business must be the editor of love quotes for the chocolate box. The first one I read I recall as:
Solo siamo incompleti, ecco perche si circa un altra anima.
Translation: Alone we are incomplete, that is why we look for another kindred spirit.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sex Makes Your Skin Glow and Your Eyes Sparkle
USEFUL TIPS
ACHIEVING SKIN GLOW
1. The act of sex causes perspiration which cleanses your pores. Obviously this depends on the level of energy you throw into the act, the temperature, and how close you choose to be. I remember once having sex inside a bank vault in Sydney. Being a bank vault, the air flow was considerably still, in fact I perspired more then than in a Sauna or Vietnam. If you can get into a bank vault I strongly recommend it.
Perspiration also brings to mind another misdemeanor. A friend bragged about having fantastic sweaty sex on a beach in some Asian country and smearing honey all over her partner's body. On one particularly hot evening I thought I would give it a go. This method will eliminate, dead skin cells and hair because honey is like glue, so don't try and pull apart in a hurry. Make sure you can get to a shower or a good size bath of water- as you will need to in order to separate yourselves. While getting dermabraded I became painfully aware my friend had fibbed about the fantastic sex. I also found out how hard it was to move glued together without feeling like skin grafts were imminent.
2. You can also achieve glow by dermabrading the dead skin cells with touch, nails, biting, licking (a cat's tongue would be handy) or a good flogging. Frottage can do it but shave first to avoid the nasty rash. A body brush, loofah, sand or clay rubbed over the body will also achieve similar results. Which brings to mind the time I was tumbled on synthetic carpet- that took off a few too many layers of skin cells leaving me with nasty grazes.
Another successful glow method was kissing my girlfriend while riding my bike. Draw your bikes level and close as you pedal furiously down a hill at good speed. Reach across in unison, wrapping your inside arm around each other's back. Show off by releasing your other hand from the handlebars- you will need to do this in order to get lips to lips. Kiss. The result- the front wheel of one bike turns inwards striking the front wheel of the other. You guessed it! the bikes stop dead and the bodies keep a delightful forward momentum to the road. Whether you are covered from head to toe or not you will receive a good amount of dermabrasion. Cotton clothing is particularly rigorous on the skin. I tried this without a helmet and hit the road so hard my heart stopped. As luck would have it, I landed at the feet of a nurse. If you want to visit the afterlife as a bonus, try this method otherwise wear a helmet. The down side is you will be stiff for weeks and there are no assurances as to the level and extent of your injuries.
ATTAINING EYE SPARKLE
3. Serotonin increases with orgasm - it's a high that is seen in the eyes unless your partner has given you a nice dose of arsenic. Arsenic, a far more interesting topic, was traditionally used in Elisabethan times to colour the lips black - A VERY FASHIONABLE LIP GLOSS - and brought a certain sparkle to the eyes. I suppose if you are not getting sex you can always let people think you are by going the arsenic way. Just be aware it will kill you at some stage depending on the dose.
By the way, serotonin levels drop after orgasm. My advice is keep coming to avoid depression. You can achieve this by sizing up with a lover who is an Olympic class athlete, use Viagra, or invest in a good vibrator. I haven't tried it myself, but there is the urban practice of sitting on the washing machine during it's cycle, the motorcycle, and for country folk- horse riding.
The keep coming method is particularly useful when driving on long stretches of boring road at night in order to stay awake and in good spirits. On one little sprint I became so distracted I misread my speed, was doing 23 kms over the limit and attracted the attention of the boys in blue. Fortunately I wasn't made step out to walk the line. Having a car with cruise control will save the hefty fine and any possible charges.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Julia Gillard v Tony Abbott Australian Election 2010
I just love this rally to get voters to enrol, Julia Gillard v Tony Abbott. I hope the election ads are as creative :) Maybe it's the beginning of a whole new genre of political campaigning.
For those that don't know:
Kevin Rudd- former Labor Party Prime Minister of Australia 2007-2010
Julia Gillard- current Labor Party Prime Minister of Australia
Tony Abbott- Leader of the Opposition Liberal Party and infamous for wearing a pair of "budgie smugglers" (Australian slang for Speedo briefs swimwear: the "budgie" being smuggled is a reference to the mail genitals. Speedo's are referred to as 'budgie smugglers" because they are so brief and really only suitable for smuggling something as small as a budgie :)
Dr Bob Brown- Tasmanian Green Senator, Gay Activist and Parliamentary Leader of the Australian Greens and founding member of the first Greens Party in the World. The Greens are hugely influential in the political arena in Australia.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Writing For Anna
A little request to share something I had written spun me quickly into a state of panic. I waded knee deep in papers and fossicked out my old diary. I flicked page after page, not being able to concentrate at all on anything I had written until I came to the last entry. Those words took an order, gave an order. Words better written by someone else in a few short lines that summed up all my pages of shameful, self-indulgent verbosity.
The Last Diary Entry 1994
I had staged, about that time, a Dinner Party which quickly evolved into The Dinner Party From Hell. Despite good food made with love -the evening was a disaster and wound down into bitter squabbles. Did anyone notice the beautiful meal I created? Did anyone salute and toast the chef? I was as unappreciated as Babette and her feast. Any pleasure was suppressed by tensions of which I remained largely oblivious to its source. A sour mood prevailed that could render even La Tour d'Artgen and it's 25 million euro cellar to pig swill.
I recall what I cooked more clearly than the tangle of human involvements. We ate a good quality spinach tagliatelle with a sauce of gorgonzola cooked in marscapone,leek and chili served with salad- my trademark seduction recipe. I soaked figs in whisky and stuffed them with a ganache of alcohol soaked apricots and roasted pinenuts and walnuts and coated in dark French chocolate served with an ice cream of Cointreau and chocolate coated almonds, fresh raspberries and King Island double cream. The desert was really great, though given the events I never felt an urge to recreate it.
I learned one thing, however. Never serve your seduction recipe to an entire group of hormonal, lovestruck, EMO lesbians. it was Days of Our Lives chaos by the end of the evening and in the days following.
The Last Diary Entry 1994
everyone secretly prefers an arbitrary and cruel order which leaves him no choice, to the horrors of a liberal one in which he knows not what he wants but is forced to recognise that he knows not what he wants.- Baudillard in TWILIGHT OF THE REAL Neville Wakefield
I had staged, about that time, a Dinner Party which quickly evolved into The Dinner Party From Hell. Despite good food made with love -the evening was a disaster and wound down into bitter squabbles. Did anyone notice the beautiful meal I created? Did anyone salute and toast the chef? I was as unappreciated as Babette and her feast. Any pleasure was suppressed by tensions of which I remained largely oblivious to its source. A sour mood prevailed that could render even La Tour d'Artgen and it's 25 million euro cellar to pig swill.
I recall what I cooked more clearly than the tangle of human involvements. We ate a good quality spinach tagliatelle with a sauce of gorgonzola cooked in marscapone,leek and chili served with salad- my trademark seduction recipe. I soaked figs in whisky and stuffed them with a ganache of alcohol soaked apricots and roasted pinenuts and walnuts and coated in dark French chocolate served with an ice cream of Cointreau and chocolate coated almonds, fresh raspberries and King Island double cream. The desert was really great, though given the events I never felt an urge to recreate it.
I learned one thing, however. Never serve your seduction recipe to an entire group of hormonal, lovestruck, EMO lesbians. it was Days of Our Lives chaos by the end of the evening and in the days following.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
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Friday, July 2, 2010
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