Surf School

So I have taken up surfing and am loving it. It turns out that its not at all like surfing the web or skateboarding. Back to the basics. With University out of the way and job hunting being served on a platter and Christmas new year coming round the corner surfing should keep me cool calm and collected. Thats the temperature 'cool' as I dont have a very good wetsuit yet. Not the 'cool' that is synonym for "neat" or "swell". Speaking of swells checkout this clip it's pretty cool (not the temperature one).

Number one on my bird playlist

Get it here

http://www.mediafire.com/?ynj0yycdmyz

A three year old is not half a six year old

Capture the flag

Do degrees get you jobs

Download the album here

http://www.mediafire.com/?hmkuuzz2koy

Back to school 2mo

sweet album link right here

http://www.mediafire.com/?hmkuuzz2koy

snap crackle pop

The skateboard deck industry is becoming ever more competitive in the past years and this has led to new ideas and directions being followed in the development of the boards we trust. This can’t be seen as something bad as the industry has to push the limits to make decks evolve, become better, lighter, more robust and add that little extra of pop than the other companies. Maple trees are cut down after growing for several decades. I’m not going to dive ointo that topic investigating who replants trees and all of the related factors. Just putting it out there if we ride maple board today will Bamboo is interesting and definitely worth following up on when you choose your next deck?

Doom

The working definition of 'musician' has shifted towards something more personal moving away from the rules and standardization of the profession. Doom Re-defines music values that underpin his practice. Music is no longer bound to the discourse of the elite. Creative sounds, vibrations, egg beaters, distortion, deflating balloons is all noise that can be transformed into music. That is how it is for me anyway. I never used to identify myself as a musician because of these unwritten rules that say it must be like this and that. Music is something far more personal and deeply infused within the imagined social and cultural worlds that we associate with. There is also the individual therapeutic and spiritual side too. Music is touchy feeling hardcore straight up, controversial argumentation, fight-music, sexy, viewpoint and so it should be! Blah Wish me luck for my music exam today/ Operations Doomsday!

PS

This video clip is tribute to Daniel Dumile who goes by the name of MF Doom also known as, Madvillain, Victor Von Danger Mouse, Doom, Metal Face, Metal Fingers. Have a listen ->if you don't like rap then listen to the intrumental albums special herbs under the name Metal Fingers you wont be disappointed. BTW the Mmmm Food album is truly amazing!

Cheers

juz

Nurtured by Natures gift

Our Homeland Aotearoa: The Tui in the Kowhai

When the Tui sits in the Kowhai tree
and the sun tips the mountain tops with gold
when the Rata blooms in the forest glade,
and the hills glow with sunny tints untold.
I love to roam through bush and fern
and hear the Bellbird sing
and feel the touch of the wind on my face
while the joy in my heart does ring.

There are some who long for coral sands
and some for wind-swept plains
while others roam the ocean wide
then pine for home again.
But give to me the care-free life
by mountain, lake or shore
of the lovely land of the Long White Cloud,
Our Homeland Aotearoa.

Words A. G. Hall, 1920s. Music "Pretty Caroline", traditional

Iwi-katere - Owner of a wise bird
Tui were often kept in cages an taught words and songs. Long ago, at Te Wairoa on the east coast, a rangatira named Iwi-katere owned a pet tui, called Tane-miti-rangi, which he taught ritual chants of every kind. The bird became so knowledgeable that it recited all the chants at the rituals performed at harvest time.
One year a neighbouring rangatira, Tamatera, sent a messenger to ask if the bird could recite the chants for his kumara-harvesting ceremony. Iwi-katere replied that Tamatera could borrow the tui, but that first it would have to officiate at his own ceremony. Tamatera regarded this as an insult and that night he sent the messenger back to steal the bird.
As the thief approached the house, the tui awoke and called to Iwi-katere, 'I'm being carried off, carried off by a thief, wake up!'
But Iwi-katere slept on, and the thief got away with the bird. Next morning Iwi-katere listened in vain for the accustomed sound of his tui's voice as it spoke to the people. He wept for his bird, and knowing that Tamatera had stolen it, he raised an army.
In the end the thief's people were defeated and migrated from Te Wairoa to Heretaunga (Hawke's Bay). Their descendants are still there and Iwi-katere's descendents are still at Te Wairoa.

The following myth has two variants, in one Tane is the protagonist, the other it is Rupe. It tells of how the tui came to the land of Aotearoa.
Rehua: A great rangatira in the sky
[...] the visitor is shocked when Rehua prepares a meal for him by untying his long hair and shaking into a vessel the birds that haven been feeding on the lice on his head. When these birds - they are tui - are cooked by his attendants, and palced before them, neither Rupe nor Tane will touch them, because they have fed on the lice that have fed on Rehua's tapu head. Tane, however, recieves permission from Rehua to take the birds down to the earth below, and he is told how to snare them. As well he takes the trees with thefruits on which the birds feed: and so we now haves birds and forests.

Gallamorphinetastic

Landed a tre flip today - could say I gave birth to a new friend.

Cheer bout it.

If you like the track copy paste this and own it

http://www.mediafire.com/?oz9jmq3ukx9arkf

Educational values

terrorising is the new theorising

Procrasternational study notes

20/10/2010

This is how I feel right about now.

Coffee and Cigarettes

sound check

Havn't written anything in a while. Been pretty busy actually. Sorry about that. So i found this website Last.fm where you can stalk your mates music if they run the application.

http://www.last.fm/home

Stalk me

User name is Mcjuzzy and no I'm not a burger and i hate McDonalds.

hmmm

Rule of thirds

The Rule of Thirds is one of the most common know ‘rules’, in short it uses a guide (or grid) to position the subject within the frame thereby reducing any dead space around the point of focus.

Try to position the important compositional elements on any of the four lines or at one of four points were the horizontal and vertical lines cross, these are sometimes called a point of power or crash points. By doing this the viewers attention will be naturally drawn to these points of focus and as such this gives a more flattering and striking composition to your photographs.

When photographing people, it is also helpful to position the subject with plenty of room in the direction the subject is moving, allowing the ‘mind’s eye’ to visualise their movement giving more depth to the photograph without making it feel cluttered or the subject trapped within the frame.

Source:

http://photoinf.com/General/KODAK/guidelines_for_better_photographic_composition_rule_of_thirds.html

Maybe it’s just the way

Eh oh eh oh eh
Eh oh eh oh eh
Eh oh eh oh eh
Eh oh eh oh eh

Maybe it’s just the way
that god made me this day?

50 Ways to Eat Nutella

5o Ways to Eat Nutella :

1. with a spoon.
2. between two slices of white bread.
3. spread onto a crusty baguette.
4. in a crepe.
5. in a crostata.
6. in brioche/cornetti/croissant.
7. in a donut.
8. on top of gelato.
9. dip a banana into it.
10. spread onto cookies or wafers.
11. between two pizzelles.
12. in an ice cream cone.
13. on sweet ravioli.
14. in a hamburger or hotdog bun.
15. on a bagel.
16. on a muffin.
17. on top of a waffle.
18. in a pita.
19. on poundcake.
20. twisted in challah.
21. on strawberries.
22. on sliced pear.
23. stuffed in a cored apple.
24. spread on celery sticks.
25. stuffed in French toast.
26. swirled into brownies.
27. swirled into or topped onto cheesecake.
28. dosed into your morning coffee.
29. frozen into an icy granita.
30. mixed with rice krispies.
31. topped on a cupcake.
32. injected into a cupcake.
33. between layers of a cake.
34. as frosting for a cake.
35. as a twist on tiramisu.
36. mixed with your favorite cream alcohol.
37. mixed into a chocolaty martini.
38. between layers of trifle.
39. mixed in your favorite pudding.
40. melted into hot chocolate.
41. in creme brulee forms.
42. in filled profiteroles.
43. in tuiles.
44. in babka.
45. in tiny filo cups.
46. on a sweet pizza.
47. sandwiched between layers of pandoro or panettone.
48. with peanut butter in a poor man’s peanut butter cup.
49. in a N&J – Nutella & Jelly sandwich.
50. with marshmallow fluff in a FlufferNutterNutella

Karma-Toon

Humans have free will to choose good or evil and suffer the consequences, which require the will of God to implement karma's consequences. The karmic effects of all deeds are viewed as actively shaping past, present, and future experiences. The results or 'fruits' or 'vegetable" actions are called karma-phala which gopher is all about in this next clip.

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Afternoon tea Yo Yo

I've always be fond of Yo Yo biscuits. I have never been able to master the Edmonds Cook recipe. But I'm pretty good at leaving behind crumbs when i eat them!

Biscuits:

185g butter
60g icing sugar
60g custard powder
185g plain flour

Filling:
2 tablespoons butter, softened
4 tablespoons icing sugar, sifted
few drops vanilla essence
few drops colouring, if desired

Cream butter and icing sugar until light in colour and consistency.

Sift custard powder and flour three times. Stir into creamed mixture.

With floured hands roll teaspoonfuls of mixture into balls about the size of a small walnut.

Place on greased tray and press flat using a fork dipped in flour. (You will probably need to dip the fork into the flour between every biscuit to avoid sticking.)

Bake in a pre-heated 160 deg C oven for 15 - 18 minutes or until a pale golden colour. (The bottoms should be golden brown.)

GE Free Street Bikers

Here we have handcuffed and camouflaged to a tree is a green "create" bike in Tokyo, Japan. According to the video featuring Danny Maca - This "create" bike is a environmentally

friendly bike that can ride up, & flip from trees like a monkey. Try that with your automobile & see who comes out second best.

Pros

-Cut out the pollution admissions

- No worries trying to find a park

Find a tree and hug your bike to it.

- No license/petroleum required

Cons

- Caution camouflage may turn your bike into a tree - & you may you loss it!

Morning Tea

Adams Apple

"Is your neck broken Sir?" (pointing at my neck)

"No... that's my Adams Apple."

"Does it hurt... Why didn't you swallow the Apple - are you saving some for later?"

"No...No no (trying not to laugh) This what men develop when they are all growth up. You'll get one, one day.

It's called an Adams Apple.

" You should go to the doctor about your broken neck it looks sore!?"

"if you say so..."

Doctor Yr 2 Student vs Patient Teacher (no pun intended)...

Wake up your state of mind

interpretation subject

there is no right, there is no wrong
in why we live, there is only wrong
so radical, destroyed for nothing
and i don't care, i don't care anymore
remarkable, pulsating creature
into whose calves the poison flows
when it is wondrous
it makes us whole
to force a hammer and a nail
into its soul
journey to the end of the night
am i alright, do i look alright?
a car has killed you
and your corpse
has de-discouraged us
to never never never never look up
the scorpion in our chests
cuts the word to scar, powerlessness

can't breath without nature

FROSTY MAN & THE BMX KID

This was written and directed by Tim McLachlan – one of the five finalists in the international YOUR BIG BREAK film-making competition run by Tourism New Zealand in conjunction with Barrie Osborne and Sir Peter Jackson.

We are what they fed us? They are what we feed them?

What external factors influence who/what you are? This Te Whare Tapa Wha Model makes us question these forces.

"Heal the World" is the song that addresses the Te Whare Tapa Wha Model. It shows the results of the exploitation and addresses each of the factors that we all need as a people.

Tall poppies skating in Japan

What do you call a snail on a ship? A snailor.

I found a snail camouflaged as a piece of driftwood today. It made me think about how turtles and snails are so alike in their difference, and the Butcher Dance.

The Butcher Dance

A guy spent five years traveling all around the world making adocumentary on Native dances. At the end of this time, he had every singlenative dance of every indigenous culture in the world on film -- or so he thought. He wound up in Australia, in Alice Springs, so he popped into apub for a well earned beer.He got talking to one of the local Aborigines and told him about hisproject. The Aborigine asked the guy what he thought of the Butcher Dance."Butcher Dance?" he said, confused. "What's that?""What? You didn't see the Butcher Dance?""No, I've never heard of it.""Mate, you're crazy," the Aborigine replied. "How can you say you filmedevery native dance if you haven't seen the Butcher Dance?" "Umm. I got a Corroborree on film just the other week. Is that what you mean?""No, no. The Butcher Dance is much more important than the Corroborree.""Oh," the man said, his curiosity piqued. "Well how can I see this ButcherDance then?""Mate, the Butcher Dance is way out in the wilderness. It'll take you manydays of travel to go see it.""Look, I've been everywhere from the forests of the Amazon, to deepestdarkest Africa, to the frozen wastes of the Arctic filming these dances.Nothing will prevent me from recording this one last dance.""Ok, mate," the Aborigine replied, shrugging. "You drive north along thehighway towards Darwin. After you drive 197 miles, you'll see a dirt trackveer off to left. Follow the dirt track for 126 miles till you see big hugedead gum tree -- the biggest tree you've ever seen. Here you gotta leave car,because it's much too rough for driving. You strike out due westinto the setting sun. Walk three days till you hit a creek. You follow thiscreek to the northwest. After two days you'll find where the creek flows out ofsome rocky mountains, but it's much too difficult to cross the mountains there,though. So you head south for half day until you see a pass through mountains.The pass is very difficult and very dangerous. It'll take you two, maybethree days to get through it. On the other side, head northwest for fourdays until you reach a big huge rock -- twenty feet high and shaped like a man'shead. From the rock, walk due west for two days, and then you'll find thevillage. You'll be able to see the Butcher Dance there."So the guy grabbed his camera crew and equipment and headed out. After acouple of hours, he found the dirt track. The track was in a shocking state,and he was forced to crawl along at a snail's pace, and so he didn't reach thetree until dusk, where he was forced to set up camp for the night.He set out bright and early the following morning.

His spirits were high,and he was excited about the prospect of capturing on film this mysteriousdance that he had never heard mention of before. True to the directions hehad been given, he reached the creek after three days and followed it foranother two, until he reached the rocky mountains.The merciless sun was starting to take its toll, and the spirits of bothhimself and his crew were starting to flag; but wearily they trudged on,finally finding the pass through the mountains. Nothing would prevent him fromcompleting his life's dream. The mountains proved to be every bit astreacherous as their guide had said, and at times they despaired of evergetting their bulky equipment through. But after three and a half days ofback breaking effort, they finally forced their way clear and continued theirlong trek.When they reached the huge rock, four days later, their water was running low,and their feet were covered with blisters, but they steeled themselves andheaded out on the last leg of their journey. Two days later they virtually staggered into the village. To their relief, the natives welcomed them and fed them and gave them fresh water, and they began to feel like new men. Oncehe recovered enough, the guy went before the village chief and told him thathe came to film their Butcher Dance."Oh mate," he said. "Very bad you come today. Butcher Dance last night. Youtoo late. You miss dance.""Well, when do you hold the next dance?""Not till next year.""Well, I've come all this way. Couldn't you just hold an extra dancefor me tonight?""No, no, no!" the chief exclaimed. "Butcher Dance very holy. Only hold once ayear. You want see Butcher Dance, you come back next year."Understandably, the guy was devastated, but he had no other option but tohead back to civilization and back home.The following year, he headed back to Australia and, determined not to missout again, set out a week earlier than before. He was quite willing tospend a week in the village before the dance is performed in order to ensurehe was present to witness it.But right from the start, things went wrong. Heavy rains that yearturned the dirt track to mud, and the car got bogged down every few miles.Finally they had to abandon their vehicles and slog through the mud on foot almost half the distance to the tree. They reached the creek and themountains without any further problems, but halfway through the mountain pass,they were struck by a fierce storm that raged for several days, during whichthey were forced to cling forlornly to the mountainside until it subsided.Then, before they had traveled a mile out from the mountains, one of thecrew sprained his ankle badly, slowing down the rest of their journey greatly. Eventually, having lost all sense of how long they had been traveling,they staggered into the village right at noon."The Butcher Dance!" the man gasped. "Please don't tell me I'm too late tosee it!"The chief recognised him and said, "No, white fella. Butcher Dance performed tonight. You come just in time."Relieved beyond measure, the crew spent the rest of the afternoon settingup their equipment and preparing to capture the night's ritual on celluloid. Asdusk fell, the natives started to cover their bodies in white paint and adorn themselves in all manner of birds' feathers and animal skins. Once darknesshad settled fully over the land, the natives formed a circle around a huge roaring fire. A deathly hush descended over performers and spectators alikeas a wizened old figure with elaborate swirling designs covering his entirebody entered the circle and began to chant."What's he doing?" the man whispered to the chief."Hush," the chief whispered back. "You first white man ever to see most sacred of our rituals. Must remain silent. Holy man, he asks that the spiritsof the dream world watch as we demonstrate our devotion to them through ourdance, and, if they like our dancing, will they be so gracious as to watch over us and protect us for another year."The chanting of the holy man reached a stunning crescendo before he removed himself from the circle. The rhythmic pounding of drums boomed out across the land, and the natives began to sway to the stirring rhythm.The guy became caught up in the fervor of the moment himself. This wasit. He realized beyond all doubt that his wait had not been in vain. He was about to witness the ultimate performance of rhythm and movement everconceived by mankind.The chief strode to his position in the circle and, in a big boomingvoice, started to sing: "You butch yer right arm in. You butch yer right armout. You butch yer right arm in, and you shake it all about...."

You + Me = We (DnB) edit

Hearing grass, thinking grass: Post Colonialism and Ecology in Aotearoa - New Zealand By Michèle D. Dominy

Definitely something to ponder on whilst at Shapeshifter this weekend.

A passage from Monday's Warriors by Maurice Shadbolt

Titokowaru tries to teach Booth how little, how differently, and how deliberately he chooses to perceive:

Booth put on a patient expression. Silence grew around them. Birds fluted and chimed overhead.

‘ You hear?’ Titoko asked. ‘ You hear the bird in the tree?’

‘ Just so,’ Booth agreed.

‘ Listen longer,’ Titoko asked. ‘ What do you hear now?’

Booth was brief ly si lent. ‘The same,’ he confessed.

‘ Not the tree in the bird?’

‘ It fai ls to make itself apparent,’ Booth said, rather baffled.

‘ That is your problem, Mr. Booth. You hear us as but the bird in the tree. You are deaf to the

tree in the bird.’ (43)

Titokowaru’s nature is a concept, a cultural relationship, and not a fact. The ‘ tree in the bird’ speaks more to achieving a bodily and social knowledge of the world that derives from physicalexperience; it is a form of empirical knowl edge. Titokowaru’ s understanding of the tree in the bird evokes the ki nd of understanding that Roderick Neumann characterizes as that of a practical, rather than an aesthetic, engagement with l andscape, where the insider travels in landscape rather than through landscape. Booth’s surveyors travel through it . Titokowaru and his Demon travel in it.

Dedication to the tree.

Art Gallery or Urinal

I've always wondered if there is graffiti/art in 'the women' bathrooms and if so is it better then the male counterparts?

We all have potential to be a BATMAN

Okay, so today I left my lights + DOH = flat battery ha. I asked a guy driving a car called 'Geek-on-wheels' for jumper lead "Sorry no!" Michelle (friend from uni) waved down a lady driving a car "No I'm late picking up my son from school..." I wave down another vehicle. The dude says "No but you should go to that house over their its my mates and he'll have some and be happy to help" So we walk down and knock, knock, knock but no one was home. Dammit. As we were walk back to the car we see this little dude about five years old walking home from school. I thought I'd try my luck "have you got jumper leads bud?" His response was "Say what? I'll ask my dad... He runs off. (woof woof woof) The next thing he is running towards us like dog just let off his leash singing na na na na BAT MAN. A five year old kid remember. Instead of letting me jump start the car he insists that he helps so i let him. BATMAN puts the black wire (the earth) on the car battery and i put on the red (the power) haha and together we start the car. ZOK! Mission complete.

Sneak peak @ Banksy’s: Documentary Exit Through The Gift Shop

British street artist Banksy with an international reputation explains some of his monkey business in the documentary Exit Through The Gift Shop. Check out the YouTube clip for a sneak peak. And if you like it head down to Wellington Embassy on Wednesday the 22nd 2010 for the full documentary.