From me to you

 I want to talk about how I like to use words in many ways as I give myself to the world.

An early talk I gave was when I was about 7. I saw the Sound Of Music and came home reciting the entire movie and songs to my sister. Well that’s probably exaggerated a little.

Age 13 I entered a speech competition. I was a prog rocking goth in those days . I was totally taken with The Alan Parsons project – Tales of Mystery and Imagination. I made a large backdrop of art work, inspired by Edgar Allan Poe. In front of this I placed my turntable and played a track from the album. I may have said maybe 40 words.
I had not figured out a way of articulating my love of art, music and words.

1972: my mum was tragically killed in a car accident. My brother Ian and myself ended up at a boarding school.

In  1979. I had my first job as an Accounts Clerk. On a training course we had to introduce ourselves. Time was meant to be 5 minutes. Thirty five minutes later the room, jaws on the floor, they let me continue to tell the tale of my adventures , horror, laughter and tears. They let me unburden myself.

Age 33. I married Lee. My groom speech was totally off the cuff! I told the story of how Lee and I met. I recruited Lee and 2 other female vocalists into our band “The Nuke Wellington Express”. The whole room hung on every word, all eyes were on me. I was sober, but I was really liking this attention. In my summing up, I said how I had found the perfect woman after all. The speech should have stopped right there. But I was drunk on my words and for some reason I thought this “song, this phrasing has not had it’s musical resolve” .
Out of my mouth blurted:“Problem is I keep seeing other nice women”. OMG, pin drop moment, nervous laughter began to trickle. “Just kidding!” A thunderous laughter filled the room . Resolved? I still need some work on my music, words and timing . 

Alas in 1999 after being together 8 years we parted ways. But we have our beautiful son, Tamesi.

Age 43: The busiest year of my life. I married Charlotte. She came with 2 kids, Victor and Claire. It was immediate .This time I sung my groom speech to Charlotte and guests.

The song is called: Song for Charlotte.

I think I’m walking but I’m only standing waiting for the bus
I Think I’m running but I’m only coming to the place I started.
I think I’m driving but really this car is driving me.

I think I better get myself on home to you
Back to the place where my heart beats for you each day
Each day I fall in love again
Each day I fall in love with you.

I still fall in love. We have added Leon and Louis to the mix. The house is full of music and wonder and I am blessed.

Age 51:  I had the privilege of being at my Dads bedside on his last night on earth. During the night he would stir. “Is that you John?” John was winging his way from the USA and was due 9:30 in the morning. “No Dad, its me, Donald”. “Oh”. Back to sleep he went . I held his hand.

When I was really young Dad would use me as a human jukebox . I was made to sing Simon and Garfunkel songs . Pitch perfect, a cappella. I was the MC at his funeral and had allocated 5 minutes to each sibling present. One sibling went 40 minutes over.

Dad was a sailor, a boxer and a ukulele player, on the HMNZS Kiwi in WW2. So I chose to sing the last verse of the Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel as part of my eulogy.

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out out
in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving
but the fighter still remains.
..lalalala la la lai la la lai

The hairs raised on my neck just like when you hear a perfect harmony as the verse was suddenly much more poignant than I had expected. The flood of memories, gifts he gave to the world, to me, he is part of me and I am part of him.

This is gift,   to get a sense of me and the many parts that are me.

From me to you.

One shot at this

Recently I applied to get on a committee. A frightening experience indeed. I’m motivated to get amongst this world of Governance. 

Anyhow, I think I let my confidence get in my way somewhat. 

I had to do a presentation and some collaboration workshops. My presentation I began working on weeks in advance. I had a good story to tell. But was it enough? No I thought . I added more to the story but it was other things…distractions. 

Then as there was so many applicants . Our presentations were cut from 5 to 3 minutes. I culled my presentation …well that’s a strong word. I kept on reading and deciding that deserves to stay…oh yeah that also. I forgot the rule 

Introduction to me an the idea

Middle – flesh out the idea

End supporting the idea 

All else I should have tossed. Then during the actual event I tried to cull it on the fly. I felt I hadn’t even begun.

Only get one chance at it really.

But I had all the time and more to get ready for that one chance.

Note to self.   Don’t let this happen again.

When did I begin to care

I was in the middle of a conversation the other day with a colleague.  I was trying to tell a story about getting on a water management committee. 

It seemed like a millisecond but I began to reflect back when my colleague asked me.  “You’ve always cared yes?”

But no I haven’t . In my last years at high school and the early years after leaving school. I wanted to toss in the towel and not be involved in this all consuming society that had polluted the world. This problem and had been illustrated in multiple ways during the school curriculum. To me the world was an ugly beast. 

I did not want any part of it.

It’s not my fault.

And so began a lifestyle of well justified escapism and hedonistic behaviour.

My ambitions were to get a TEP scheme job that would see me employed for 6 months and then I could afford my hippy lifestyle of total abandon. 

Or I was marking time until I turned 21. I could then apply to go to Art School and get into music and art big time. 

In 1980 I took a trip to Dunedin to check out the scene.

That was a week of pure fun. Living life to the fullest on the fringes of reality.  My survey was complete. No need to check out other options. Dunedin it was to be.

Between 1980 and 1983 were turbulent but. It seemed I had set up a plan. I only needed now to just have a fun and wait. Not a care in the world. A blur of living. Working partying and concerts, festivals hanging out. 

I’m still in this reflecting millisecond and I notice something. In all my rejection of society and of it all, I seemed to care about me and my future. I had not tossed in the towel.

During my art school days I seemed to care more and more. 

1984 I made an Arts School Magazine , got on to Student Council, took part in an Art festival had my first solo exhibition of a collection of ladders constructed from Manuka branches . I was looking at the battle between nature and our machines. 

1986  was a founding member of Chippendale House an arts collective.  Some great events during that period

Got involved in making music …became a drummer accidentally.

During this period I stil rejected society in general and thought I was not part of it and this was a new way.

A few events in 1986 led me to a big discovery. I could not reject it , I was not living outside of it. I was a part of it and also I did care very much. 

It was a turning point. I think it was this period that I felt I wanted to get amongst it to become part of changing it from within. 

Most importantly I did care and had for some time.

Welcome to the Gutenberg Editor

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Go give it a try, you may discover things WordPress can already add into your posts that you didn’t know about. Here’s a short list of what you can currently find there:

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The editor will endeavour to create a new page and post building experience that makes writing rich posts effortless, and has “blocks” to make it easy what today might take shortcodes, custom HTML, or “mystery meat” embed discovery.

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Media Rich

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The above is a gallery with just two images. It’s an easier way to create visually appealing layouts, without having to deal with floats. You can also easily convert the gallery back to individual images again, by using the block switcher.

Any block can opt into these alignments. The embed block has them also, and is responsive out of the box:

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The WordPress community

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Thanks for testing Gutenberg!


Keep on talking

The other night for me was a very restless night. An old friend has taken his own life and a TV announcer also. I was talking with a family friend also. They’re in the midst of dealing with mental health issues. All the familiar sounding emotional blackmails, treading on fragile glass, doing things to not upset so and so.  A whole lot of going round and round in this turmoil.

I was remembering all these familiar things. How people don’t talk and keep things in.  So many aspects.

“the system has failed them”

Yeah and I’m still angry.

What can we do. Can we stop altering our lives and talk direct , address , confront , stop this emotional blackmail. No I don’t want to change my behaviour any more. I want to say. No that’s not right you can’t blackmail me anymore.

So is part of the solution

take of the kid gloves a bit

help them to talk , push those buttons.

Suicide. It’s so hard .

You might not have noticed but we collaborate a lot here.

It’s a phrase I hear often and then when I have a look or try to notice. I find that folk are very much isolated in their own place.  This is my work , on my desktop so I can get it quickly.

So lets put this in a shared place. Deep deep down in a folder structure that one can’t remember.

I don’t think it matters really. No one is collaborating really.  An item is shoved around as an idea in a document up and down the line. Within the corporate chain.

What is the secret ?  What is the will to collaborate. It starts with a Team yes?

So many years involved in trying to get people to share. It doesn’t work .  I am looking for clues. I see glimpses.

In a medical world you may work as part of a research team and the authors and all the team are acknowledged as part of this paper this work.

This is part of it I think, being noticed, being acknowledged.

Often the case is one person does it. The collaboration is not seen, or even does.

So yes I have not noticed.  I continue to try and get to this.

Occasionally it is close . Shared co authoring reports, a shared site with external parties working on a project.

I think I just keep on hoping that someone notices that I am actually trying to facilitate collboration so it can be noticed.


“Yes we do collaboration around here”

Vinyl again….resistance is futile

All I can say is wow. The customer has protested me thinks and has affected the system yet again. This time in a reaction to all the streaming or the stealing or CD’s too easy to copy. Vinyl is making a comeback. I’m resisting still I don’t want to change the record turn it over. My days of pondering the record cover is gone. I can get all the info I need online.

No I don’t want to recreate the collection . When I buy can I please have the option to buy FLAC files.  Can this be another channel to release the music to me.

I have never liked MP3 streaming and the Spotify world of streaming. I have found a haven in .  Pay for listening by donation . I love it . Lossless files streamed to me and I never know what’s next . Like Radio used to do I hear something I like I go find it.

So from a wee tiny voice let me buy FLAC files if CD’s are dead let me have the choice. I am so loathed to collect large records again.

Let the buyer have choice

What’s the point?

Why this need to mark some space on a blog with an expectation that someone may read it and and get something some meaning.

Or is this just indulgence to scratch something somewhere as a legacy . This is what I managed to gift to the world this ramblings of thoughts.

Or is it more like the name suggests around a log . A log that I can come back to and refer to . Retrieve something back from the past when I thunk that thought.

Is it a place that I can safely scratch out some thoughts that will be safe within my own personal space never to be discovered by anyone.

I remember in 1994 when I got my first PC . 2 GB drive and 32 MB of ram and a 150 Pentium.

”This is gonna make me some money” I boldly announced to the family . It had certainly cost me 3.5 k.

6 years later I began my career in IT and am still figuring out the landscape , the meaning the reasons .

Much like life really trying to find meaning and purpose.

I think I will ever only just scratch the surface …

Perhaps that’s it?


Privacy in this day and age.

Does one have privacy any more. I was listening to the radio this week. This chap had submitted something to the local council. His information is available to be seen on the local council website. He was trolled and threatened.

A legal perspective was given and transparency was metioned. In the old days one could look up information by going to the council. However the internet of things has made this transparency far too open. The poor chap is now trying to figure out ways to hide his details or give false details to protect himself from this trolling.

I think that his details should be gathered but protected to a degree.

These days we give our details to the internet of things so easily and the cost to ourselves is mis understood.

I enjoy very much the way that Google helps me organise my photos. I like my Timeline and that I can see how much cycling and walking I have done. I like how it helps tag my photos with geo location.

I know I am being watched.

I know that they get to know me more and can glean from my movements through my devices. I know this and feel OK with it.

Imagine I am accused of being somewhere as part of a crime .

This information may be well challenged by my timeline alibi. All my devices may bear witness to where I am and have been. I am almost comforted by this.

Facebook I have felt that all data I through or post in Facebook, to me, is throw away data. But again the trade off is not so compelling. It seems that Facebook is seriously monetising it’s extremely intimate knowledge of us. I’m annoyed by the targeted frivolity and targeted ads that seem to come into my feed.

But this is not my feed this is all Facebook’s feed and I have opted in.

I am telling facebook where I am, what I am doing. Also I keep tabs also on relatives and friends in a way that I could never before.

So maybe I should opt out?

Perhaps I should get more privacy by writing letters and making phone calls to keep in touch. I  may indeed get a richer experience.  I used to enjoy sending and receiving mail in the post and making phone calls home.

At present I am lazy and stupid and seem to be happy to trade my privacy and value it so little . In return I get  my photos sorted , my interests and content thrown at me .

SO I shouldn’t blame Facebook  or Google I have devalued myself , willingly.

If I want privacy I can opt out .

I must write a letter this weekend and send it via post.

PS – I was listening to RNZ today and a talk about Blockchain.

There is hope we could take back our Privacy.

Trust me!

Love thy Neighbour

A house renovation that gave new meaning to love thy Neighbour
The poodle walker.
Week 1 – Demolition. the driveway and garage have gone
Week 2 a call from the builder – Troy. “Don the Council are on site and the police are on their way”
I arrive.. there’s a massive trailer almost blocking the street, packed with dirt and building material.
I park up, as I’m walking to the site.. A neighbour
Walks by with his poodle. We have never met. I say “good morning” with pride cos
I’m the guy building this beautiful home.
“when are you getting rid of the fucking asbestos.” Was his reply.
Troy greets me.
“There’s been a complaint. The council has an asbestos inspection going on now.
All work stops” . “And the cop?” I’m not sure but its regarding the asbestos. Will let you know.
“All’s good Don” Troy assures me. “There was no sign of asbestos when I priced the job” . “the Architect had checked also.”
Have to wait for a few days for the results .
I leave thinking about the enormous trailer and the poodle walker.

Those Teeth
Week 3. Another early call from Troy.
“ get down here your neighbour is going ballistic.”
Works halted… “can’t you sort it.? “
“No you better…”
That big trailer has gone …a digger Is excavating in the front where the new garage is going.. “we’re excavating right on the neighbours boundary.”
Troy ..tells me . But there’s more. Each morning the corner pegs had been removed. Start again each day for 3 or 4 days.
Some one is pissed. I’m about to meet Neil and Denise.
As Troy and I approach the boundary . I say with pride cos I’m the guy
Building this beautiful house. “Good morning” . Then Denise retorts.

Oh you’re a fucking vhhhjjh , expletives , bully fuck.
Flowers you c word …my ffff bulbs ….I breathe in …[Those teeth.
It’s like American gothic zombie Apocalypse]. “ you fucking arrogant”””
She goes on …[How does she chew I’m thinking, with those teeth.?]
I’m wiping the spit off my face.
Translation. “ My garden of bulbs and flowers Is gonna be wrecked by your building.
“let me say first of all. We’re gonna be neighbours for 30 yrs more or less.
“Let’s find a way forward. Or its gonna be a long 30 years for us all”
I go and huddle with Troy and clean up my face.
Troy’s got an idea. Let’s scoop up the garden keeping it whole with our digger.
And put it your front yard then return it with new top soil as a living garden when we finish the build
She wants this in writing by 7:30 am the next day.
I’m there at 7:25 am to give it in writing. “Good morning”
Those teeth are more calm .. “you’ll be hearing from my ffn lawyer. “ snatching the letter

11:30 ring from Neil she wants you to put
10k into an escew account. I say no. My offer is the best I can offer.
He accepts.
I go tell Troy the good news and he has some for me
The Demo guy was working odd hours.
At 3 to 5 am. The trailer had asbestos from other jobs. The cops had
Complaints on him. He moved his trailer to an access way behind the
Local shops and pissed off more of the neighbourhood
We wrote a letter to each household in our street,apologising and inviting all to the house warming. One should love thy neigbour.