triumphant burst of joyous music

XXXVIII

June 30th, 2008

today i had an interesting conversation with a hobbyist photographer, he seemed a nervous man, slighly rushed, talkative. he was anxious to show me a canon g2 he had just procured.

he pulled the camera out of his bag.

it’s a four point oh mega pixel 

whoa thats a big camera

it’s a handycam as well 

oh

cost me one dot

sorry?

a hundie, one hundred, i could let you have it for say one twenty 

it has no battery

i gotta be somewhere

and he disapeered.

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XXXVII

June 29th, 2008

it is funny how one learns new words, or redefines older ones.

as a child i loved the asterix books, so later when i came across the word dogmatic i had an image in my head of a little dog  biting at the ankles, unwilling to let go, this became the meaning of the word dogmatic.

of course this was why the dog’s name was translated from Idéfix a pun on the french phrase idée fixe [fixed idea], as it described his personality. the uncanny thing about this translation is that they were able to add dog into the mix, making it even more perfect

today in conversation i heard someone use the term dogma, something clicked and suddenly everything fell into place.

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XXXVI

June 28th, 2008

it is easy to get in the habit of believing that money is the answer to everything. in so many cases all that this means is that the wrong questions are being asked.

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XXXV

June 27th, 2008

passing on the torch, there are certain objects that have a magic surronding them, this can be given to the item by the way it is revered, through the history of it, or perhaps how much it has been loved, and the vast energy that is transferred to the item through that.

this can feel like something buzzing.

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XXXIV

June 27th, 2008

just over a month ago a man approached a friend and i on k road and asked if we wanted to trade lives with him. i asked him about his life [always pays to know what you are getting yourself into].

it’s physical

this much was apparent from his arm in a sling.

turned out he was a professional dancer, we never did the swap.

this morning i crossed paths with this guy again, at 7 cafe grey lynn. the cafe was packed mostly with regulars waiting for takeaway,

as i walked in, cory the barista raised his eyebrows and motioned as if to ask here or to go.

i sat down looking into the cafe.

from behind me i hear

there are beautiful people in the seven cafe this morning

he walks into the cafe and proceeds to dance, which is when i recognise him as the life swapper.

i suspect performance enhancing substances.

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