The place to be

In another life this is where I'd love to be!
So many books
All I'd need would be time
... I think this is a episode of the old twilight zone series.

Today's Change!!

 

It has been a long and winding road of a life that has brought me to this point.

Years of toiling, gigging, talking listening , trying to make my self fit in to oz.

So now finding myself unavoidably under employed (and believe me I tried to avoid it!)... I retreat to what in all likely hood could be my "bliss". Pet Photography!

Makes sense ... I love Pets & I love photography.

So now I will make at least part of my living from taking quality portraits of your Precious pet!

MONKPEABODY PET PHOTOGRAPHY

Stayed at a nice little hotel

 

In Melbourne's CBD very near the Queen Victoria markets.

nice place with a huge balcony.

The Nova Stargate

 

Great views and a nice bed.

Me and my partner stopped in for a midweek stay, after we got past reception and check-in well it all went well.

I've just read , in the Melbourne Age newspaper that there is a new development planned for St Kilda's esplanade ... a place that needs little enhancement. If this monstrosity goes forward it will the very reason the esplanade was made useless, it will block views of the beach and sea... and replace that view with yet another shopping district... this seems wasteful!
Glass and steel versus ocean views ... this is a no brainer. more as the develops.

Multiple Blog-ality?

For a while now I have been trying to link together my blogging activities.

Like a multiple personality case, music, editorial, my personal tale of two cities (Melbourne & NYC), work & the rest have been existing on parallel planes but now there will be an attempt to drag them together so that they don't just lie there like inanimate postings so bear with me while I attempt a series of cross-postings.

Hopefully this will bring comments from you and help bring a measure of clarity to it all.

That is if anyone is actually reading any of this.

Fair warning though... I am swinging that little door at the back of my mind wide open so all the beautifully hideous aspects of human experiences as I see them can shine through.

Now I see clearly!

New Toy? I think NOT!

Well the truth is it's not a toy at all ... it is in reality a very powerful tool.

It is a treat to myself for being such a good guy in the past few years (more on that in later posts).

anyway ... Damn it's a cool item!

Video media player, photo storage device, music player for goodness sake it even displays RAW files!

as if that wasn't enough ... it's good looking to boot.

40 Gigs of pure portable beauty!

Bring me the hat of Alfredo Garcia!

I have always worn hats... to finish a "look" or to cover a bad haircut or simply to keep my head warm.

It should be fairly old news that a change of head gear can bring a change of attitude, and that change of attitude can bring a change in circumstance.

Once... years ago while I was employed by a certain Jingle writer in NYC a hat was suggested to cover what he perceived as an "political" hairstyle (dreadlocks), I know it seems totally preposterous in the present day with everyone and their mother sporting locks be they Black, White, Asian, doctor, lawyer or politician.
The guy I was then took exception to the idea that in an industry that was supposed to be "creative" that such restraints should be placed on my personal freedom, even then I knew that freedom or the perception of it corresponds directly to creativity, of course now I know that there are very few creative people in what would be seen as creative trades, most people are looking to create a "factory" more akin to all the types of factories you have ever seen making biscuits, cogs, spark plugs... music... whatever, with the one important difference being that they would run the factory... so the real motivation is ... POWER.

We all rationalise the need for this power as our dysfunctions dictate but make no mistake we all crave it.
The trick is to keep a check on our desire for personal power and in my former employers case to keep a check on ourselves if we should ever attain a small measure of power that may enable us to shape the destinies of others, because the truth is the first thing we rationalise away.

So are my hats a metaphor for my regret at the realization that my friend and mentor may have never been neither, or a reminder that I know that statement is truth!

FYI: the only contact we have had in the long years between then and now have been few and instigated by me even though our lives have had many parallel experiences, the most notable being the almost simultaneous births of our children.