Talkin' 'bout My Demographic

Where there’s a hit there’s a writ-- Listening to "Down Under" on MTV was my first exposure to Australia Veg-e-Mite as a kid growing up in the badlands of Long Island, pronouced LAWN GUYLAND New York by we dees, dem, and dose guys who tawk New Yawk. The song "Down Under" remains an unofficial anthem for Australia and was ranked fourth in a 2001 music industry survey of the best Australian songs...but now I found out...

 Danger Men At Work-- lines were lifted from an old OZ  campfire song...  'Kookaburra sits in the old gumtree', and the band has had  to pay off a judgement of 5% of their royalties (OUCH).

At sea right now headed for Sydney...Video to follow..."Who Can It Be Now?"

This was the scene before the Christchurch Earthquake and before we headed across the Tasmanian Sea---Although I am a metric atheists, I now know what 15 meter waves can do-cause mal de mer: Motion sickness affected everyone, including a seasoned veteran sailor like myself.

New Zealand's Shattered cathedral is quake city's 'broken heart'
In my previous post,  I was comparing Norway's Western Fjords with New Zealand's South Island's and using this score keeping system-Norway 5 New Zealand 3.5 --No disrespect because 3.5 became a 6.5 magnitude earthquake. Weird how we missed the quake by hours, and more weird, is the picture I took exposing my heart.

 I certainly was one of the last American's to go into Christchurch's Cathedral before it shattered this  Kiwi Architectural Landmark.

Some better days...Roll Video

As a SNAG,a  sensitive  new-age guy (Similar to the Metrosexual, but more timid), I feel the Celtic soundtrack of Enya... Paint the Sky with Stars and Let The Orinoco Flow...here in New Zealand's South Island town of Dunedin (pronounced DO-NEED-EN); your source for everything Anglo, including today a little drizzle of rain and some London Fog.

 To be frank I can't tell you the difference between Celtic, Scottish , Irish or Magnetic North, and, even though I have been all over the British Isles, NZ reminds me of every place I have ever been and more some, because it is so diverse. It acts as a safe house for ex pats and patriotic misfits such s myself.


So with nothing to do, and all day to do it, I conducted my own myth busters --What better than to take an adult Time Out to study a bit of sacred geometry and, in honor of Hosnio Mubarik's demise, and the esoteric effects of Egyptian Pyramid Power. It is alleged that they possess supernatural powers, sharpen razor blades and unspoilt fruit, but one thing is for sure, it seems to be the symbol of perfection (Check one of your dollar bills)

I Am Taking Names

Holographic Universe model, Fractal patterns, the laws of synchronicity aside,The Butterfly Effect, and chaos theory---now that's a different story-The idea that on a global scale, even small events can have a ripple effect around the world, I get that--It is a way to understand that your life matters.


Can the small wings of a butterfly really affect the weather conditions of the environment, enough to create a tornado or to alter its path, not so sure, but where we live and who we live there with define the terms of our relationship to the world and to humanity.

I just bought some t shirts and souvenirs that say I ‘love’ New Zealand. Sure I care about the nice kiwi  people. It is altogether different to love an individual with a name, a street address, a shoe size. I'm taking names!

There is no pine in pineapple and no ham in hamburger, but the English language is nothing as I "get to grips" with some basic Kiwi-ese. Going to the diary means going to the store, a dummy is a toilet,  lollies are sweets and sweet as  means excellent, as in these lamb chops  tonight are going to be sweet as.