Tiki night in Brisbane

A Tiki night ... in Brisbane... wohooo

Steam toys

This man makes the best toys... it's worth checking out http://www.crabfu.com/steamtoys/

brother steve

brother steve, do you read this blog... I noticed an exetel ip address and started to wonder if it is you... I know you use exetel...

People are strange

I’m having trouble deciding what to put in this particular blog entry. On one hand I’m tempted to talk about my friend who has depression. She has been losing the plot a bit of late and I’m finding it difficult to know how to react. It’s easy enough to say I understand and that everything is going to turn out OK, but on the other hand I don’t feel right when she starts to blow the smallest thing out of all proportion and I moderate my reaction on the grounds she is depressed. There are times when I feel like I’m Dr Phil. Really she needs to try and relax a bit and put things into perspective. It’s easy for me to say, pretty much impossible for her to do. The trouble is I end up drawn into the over analysis when I talk to her about things that are happening in her life. Then I feel as though I’m encouraging the convoluted trains of thought she finds herself trapped in.

The other topic I’m tempted to discuss is the nature of relationships and how men can survive them. I really, really need to learn to keep my mouth shut. I have this tendency to try and be open and honest. When she tells me, ”I really want to know, it’s ok you can tell me”, I should take that as a sign to keep my mouth shut. At the moment I’m in the doghouse with my lady love for talking about the ways she sometimes pisses me off. I also failed in the critical task of supporting her 100% (even though I think she is 90% right I mentioned the other 10%). I guess it is just my time to be in the dog house. My goal is to not let it stress me. I’ve just got to remember to relax and roll with the punches. Sometimes I feel like a character in a Haruki Murikami novel. Things just seem to happen and all I can really do is watch it all unfold.

Kari Byron is it!

23 out of the last 25 hits for the last 24 hours have been Kari Byron hits. My blog has gone from a tiny 3 actual hits a day (not counting all the automatic crap that hits it) to 18 in a day..... with everyone checking out the same page. It makes sense though... as I mentioned in my previous post she is the hottest girl on TV. I agree with the general internet consensus... she looks way sexier in real life than in the FHM shoot.... which backs up my theory that you can't act sexy, you can only let the sexy out.

BTW this is not going to become a Kari Byron fan blog.

How to spend a million dollars

I’ve seen a few posts (well four really) around the place relating to visualizing what you really want from life. The plan is to clarify your goals in life. Most of them take the form of imagine what you would do if you were god or what you would do if you had a million dollars. I thought about this for a little while and came up with my own list. Interestingly enough it matches closely to my list of ideal jobs (for the late comers you will need to check the archives).

I would become a freelance photographer (located at a beach of course) and in the afternoons I would write any old crap I felt like, then have some beers into the night. On my days off I would just sit and read. Really I don’t need a million dollars to live my dream. There are no mansions, expensive cars or really flash clothes (I might get some great boots and a crumpler bag). The real question I am asking myself is why don’t I try and live the dream now…. Could I get a job taking photos and writing little bits of crap that are only interesting to me (and the five other special people in the world). Am I big chicken for not living the dream, or am i just bored in my day job?

Inner Slacker

Life is a constant struggle between the inner slacker and the inner workaholic. The slacker wants to sit on it’s ass drinking coffe or beer and enjoying life’s parade in all it’s variety. The inner workaholic is a scared little chap who constantly wants to protect himself from life’s blows. He berates the slacker for not doing enough to improve his lot in life. No where is this more apparent than at work. The workaholic starts to fret if work isn’t frantic enough. They will sack me and I’ll lose the house and everything. He is a classic catastrophiser. The workaholic is always measuring the angles and looking for the best way of getting something. The inner workaholic never looks at the big picture, or when he does it is always about what is missing and what should be happening. He never has any fun.

The inner slacker is too lazy to really fight back. He knows that beer o’clock will roll around eventually and comfort and calmness will return. Personally I like the slacker the best. He is much more fun to have around..... and he keeps me sane.

letting the sexy out

I’ve been thinking about the nature of sexy. As near as I can tell you can’t act sexy... You can only let the sexy out. When someone tries to be sexy their eyes just don’t reflect the inner heat. Their bodies don’t move in a fluid way that answers the slightest touch. It just feels wrong.

When someone has let the sexy out you can feel the desire in the eyes, their body moves at the touch. The whole thing feels completely different to someone trying to act sexy. Alcohol and some drugs makes it hard to tell the difference (everything appears sexy).

Some women let the sexy out naturally during the day. Just the way they walk and the way they talk lets you know that the sexy lurks just under the surface. Kari Byron lets the sexy out in everything she does..... it's the passion. Guys can let the sexy out, but it usually harder for them because they are detached from their emotions.

My advise is to stay away from acting sexy and try and move towards letting the sexy out…. Everyone is happy then.

chill out

Ahh the mind ticks overtime….. One of my fish died (I have tropical fish), I got sick and everything seems really boring at the moment. I started thinking about the pets and the people that have died… what life means and the variety of experience that you can get in life. I started to contemplate all the usual ways of filling my time. I could start practicing the harmonica, exercise, go out, drink to excess, meditate, read, join the SES (state emergency service) or write but none of that is likely to float my boat. What ails me is deeper than that.

I came across a zen website that made sense to me. It cut through my haze and got me thinking about what would really make me happy. I’m not keen on having kids which seems to be the way that most of my friends are following. I think I have been focusing too much on ‘doing’. I think about how I can make my life better… more fun. Every time I see people in worse shape than me, severe disabilities, homelessness and just the absolute shit that life can throw at you I realize that I have nothing to complain about. Don’t get me wrong I know I’m whinging and the blog world is full of people who think that the world owes them, this is how I’m feeling now.

Alcohol won’t make me happy, business won’t make me happy, sex won’t make me happy (well maybe a little happy, but not as a life mission). I think I’m pushing too hard to extract meaning from things that have no meaning. Time to shut the brain down. I’m thinking too much, I need to just go with the flow.

To quote the website that got me thinking (http://www.deansluyter.com/pages.cfm?id=177);

No beer left.
I'll sit and drink
The sky.
- Josh Feuer
Pushing, Pulling, and Freedom

This one change changes everything. As we gradually learn to leave off distractedness and rest in openness, we stop looking for fulfillment outside of the way things already are. Till now we've gone through life pushing and pulling - trying to push the undesirable away from us and pull the desirable toward us. It's such an entrenched habit that we persist even when there's no payoff, when it only creates frustration. Stuck in the traffic jam, we keep trying to push the cars out of the way with our mental bulldozer; spotting the luscious babe (or hunk), we keep trying to extend our mental tendrils and pull her (or him) within copulation range.

But resting in openness, free from the agitation of pushing and pulling, we can just witness the situation. This doesn't mean to suppress our anger at the traffic if it arises or our lust for the babe if it arises, for those arisings are also part of the situation we're witnessing. But it means we don't get lost in the arisings either, don't fixate on them.

Elevate the scope of 360-degree global awareness.
- Lama Surya Das

To be open is to be receptive to all 360 degrees of our experience, not stuck in the five or ten degrees where we're pushing or pulling.


At the end of the day I need to chill out.

Kari Byron

Nerve.com had Kari Byron as their crush of the week and I would have to agree with them. This woman is very cool. Not only is she good looking, artistic and a mythbuster, but she appears (at least on TV and in the stuff I read) really cool, friendly and fun. If that isn’t enough she also traveled around scuba diving and trekking. This is a woman after my own heart. Plastic boobs and barbie dolls do nothing for me.... give me a woman with heart and soul any day

Ladies and gentlemen meet Lola

I’ve had a realization, since no one reads this blog I can post the tat and no one who is looking for a design will find it….. Ladies and gentlemen meet Lola. The dimensions look abit weird because the photo is on a slight angle and the canvas is curved but you get the idea anyway. If you look to the right of the picture you can just make out the Tiki lurking in the background.

Sydney was fun but it is good to be home. The weather in Brisbane is great this time of year, a slight chill (but nothing drastic), bright clear skies and a trace of warmth from the sun. Unfortunately while we were in Sydney it was raining every day and really cold and over cast. As mentioned previously the trip consisted of shopping, markets and pub/cafe sitting (not much else to do when it is pissing with rain).

Still in Sydney

I'm still kicking around in Sydney... round here you can shop or you can drink (both of which I have thoroughly indulged in). I have spent way more than initially budgeted. The good thing is I've been such a cheap bastard previously that I can afford to get a little silly with the cash. With all these new clothes I now have a style (it makes me feel a little like Justin Timberlake.... {shudder}). They have jelly wrestling up the road…. I’ve never seen that before, I might check it out. Out of curious scientific interest only. No other point in watching two buxom women grappling in a pool of jelly is there?

Only two days to go until I'm back in Brizvegas.

Her name is Lola

Another whole week has passed without an update. Tonight I fly to Sydney to hang out down there for the next five days. The whole five days will be spent shopping, drinking, shopping, drinking. Sydney isn't as much fun as Melbourne but it can still be great with the right company.

My novel submission was rejected (no surprises there)... but I have a great idea for another one... I'm thinking love and danger in the south seas (rather like the postcard section on my blog). Chuck in some hot tropical loving, spies, danger and a happy ending and it would be something that I would want to read.

There is some new stuff in the Tiki lounge at home... we have some cool wooden serving bowls and trays and a cheezy plastic tiki wall hanging... almost time for another Luau party.

I have named the tattoo... Her name is Lola she's a show girl....with yellow flowers in her hair (actually it is a red flower) and a dress that goes up to there. The tattoo is a Sailor Jerry inspired Hula girl dancing infront of a large TIki carving... and she rocks! I seriously think that it is the hottest tattoo I have seen.... many thanks to Alison at Westside tattoo (she is the best). If I had my USB stick with me I would post the pictures but I left it at home today.... bugga