Sunday, May 18, 2014

past blasting

i found this in my drafts having written in whilst waiting to board my flight home to Brisbane from South Africa and i've found a bunch of photo with trees in them so you'll see those too.


"airport lurks, they're deep but generally cause minimal sweat, generally, but at other times do cause sweat and those times are because i've got no music or no flights.  Flying back from the Feb Los Angeles trip I lost my phone on the way to the airport..  a certified catastraophe in the realms of lamb because, as advanced as thumb-twiddling time-killing abilities may be, my methods demand music.  


I regularly find myself realising, often 4 hours into a flight whilst being consumed by the patchwork infront of me, that I have zoned out too furiously as a result of my well rehearsed post-take-off-pre-coast cognitive abyss (amidst the electronics embargo).  A mindfield broken only by the delivery of refreshments or resisting the urge to sleep, as refreshments are yet to arrive.    Movies on demand help but generally I don't sleep before I fly international so that when i'm on the plane i enjoy a full nights sleep.. sometimes with great discomfort due to proportionality, but not often and is definitely not something to complain about… When i feel moderately qualmed i recall that these flight based tears are enabling what i love.


But back to the airport, and more specifically this rant, I feel that free and unlimited wifi should be a prerequisite for any transit terminal, let alone an airport.  I don't know, maybe it's my spoilt 1st world upbringing that feels deserving… 


 I'm currently in a pickle but had i been connected i would probably be lurking misc nonsense and not attacking my brains scripting centre in order to keep pushing buttons and typing misc nonsense..  But it's good, i feel like producing misc nonsense is quite beneficial as it means my flight will miraculously take off sooner.    



Shiet, redressing the music topic is my current headphone situation.  I broke 2 sets this trip, vanning, and i had to buy some at the airport but they only sell those super violating in ear bud things, not the old ones that gently caress your ear's first opening, but the kind that spend the first week expanding said opening with no regard for comfort, i guess so they can maximise flooding your earspace with mid-def auidables.   


however, i relax here, with music, from those headphones, because they're better than no music and find myself busy enjoying sound.


alright, enough qualming, i legitimately have nothing to complain about.  Except that this trip is over.  I love south Africa, i love capetown and i love that my ausjaded opinions have undergone a complete overhaul as i can now smile while I hold their revised state close to my heart.  I guess it's who you meet and i've been blessed to have company of only rad chillers and skaters, whom i share everything with (everything being stoke).


 I spent an extra week here, a week of relaxing and unwinding but also a time for GSD.  I felt it was a good idea to rid myself of south african photos before i get home, where the distractions are many- odd.  I didn't expect that I would be completely content after a week of doing very little exploration even though i was residing in a place of immense beauty and endless activities, but I am.  


i must go,. "


this song is the most skipped on my itunes

Monday, May 12, 2014

98% waning phwooaorr

i'm deep.. real deep.  it may come as a surprise, but this is not the first time...  it's not all fun and games in the world of lamb because right now i'm suffering from some real shit!!  I broke my virginal bone break streak!!!  i may seem nonchalant, possibly because it's the single function of my psyche, but it's not casj..  well the bone break is, infact it probably couldn't be more casj as i managed to break my left hand pinky finger's proximal phalanx...

my digits

it happened last monday playing touch...  which i hate, not the touch, touch is sick as i love touching people, but because i've spent my entire life risking my body, be it in the hollowest waves i could find, misc adventure/exploration or recklessly skating down hills unnecessarily quick yet the first break i achieve is from a non-contact sport :(  obviously i am thankful for this and one must treat everything i write as most likely not relating to what i'm trying to talk about at any one point in preach...

but people still make cracks about milk... little did they know that i drink the most and is most likely the reason for my lifespan spent with max integrity.


so long and thanks for all the clacium


chad in NZ

anyway, it got pretty fisted and my last wednesday north america departure has been put on hold until this wednesday when i'll learn about my future as on thursday i will either be flying to NorAm or crying myself to sleep thanks to even further delaying of this adventure.. i'll be gone for a while this time i think, a couple of months perhaps 4 but it should be great as my goal is to complete the lambs longest running goal which is saving enough cash to buy a van/rv up there, which could happen as soon as August :O :O :O :O  but yeh for now i'm waiting until Wed...  but right now i'm down in Melbourne, which i flew to for mother's day, and tomorrow i'll be back up in Brisbane.    shiet, teach me to manage time!!

i developed some film at Film Frenzy last week which is always fun because Susan is rad and although i enjoyed the surprise of forgotten images, i was under the impression that rolls were not from a wedding 7 months ago.


big dave smiling, dakine blinking.. a testament to film's difficulty/impracticality...


a misc road in Death Valley



this is reuben, everyone ridicule him plz


taken in south africa at a place called faircape, those lights are part of an epic dairy.  fuckyehmilk.


3rd time i've seen it in my life/3rd time lucky

i love you neil  have my babies niell!!!

p.s. if you like him watch this