How to derail our dating potential

Generally people seem to believe that I'm an easygoing, low maintenance and generally nice kind of guy. This makes me happy. While I am all for being an agreeable fellow, there are some things that tweak my tits. In the interest of any potential suitor who cares to read this, the following actions (in no particular order) will get you nowhere fast:

1. Changing my name. If you don't like what my folks called me, I won't like you.

2. Claiming my pets as your children (step/foster included). If we ain't married when you do this, we ain't never gonna be.

3. Trying to fix me / get me off my meds. I'm bipolar, not broken.

4. Texting paragraphs in rapid succession, using All Caps for emphasis and/or multiple punctuation marks. I'll think you need therapy, not attention.

5. Making light of alcoholism. Bitch no.

6. Cringing at queer culture, -expression, -humor, -linguistics or -rights related work. If we're dating, you're bi/gay/msm. Deal.

7. Being prejudiced. Full stop.

8. Believing racism is a 'white' thing. That idea is racist – see no.7.

9. Denying me my own culture and language. Afrikaans is integral to who I am. Classifying Afrikaans speakers as racist makes you prejudiced. See no's 7&8.

10. Hating on believers. While it's your right, and I might have a thing against organized religion, I don't appreciate the belittling of faith. Mine or anyone else's.

Perhaps I'm being a cranky old man. Maybe all lines should be crossed. That's okay. Do whatever you want out there. I'm just saying that if you want to get with this scatterbrained wreckademic, you need to get with his program.

#mustlovedogs

Trouble sleeping...

... so I sat up and worked out how to "Feng Shui" my room at Uni.

Like so:

Try it the next time you can't settle down to catch some Zzzz.

Peugeot Touch Car by Enache Florin

Peugeot Touch Car by Enache Florin » Yanko Design


you guessed it - i want one! perfect for driving in Kaohsiung :0)

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Dali would be proud!

wow wow wow wow WOW!!

lady gaga performing "speechless" at the royal variety show!

would you look at the legs on that piano!

who remembers Salvador Dali's "dream elephants"?

is it wrong of me...

... to want her at my wedding?

music week continues: Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

too much?
i'm sure i don't know what you mea...

oh.

not so long in the tooth...

from inspiration:


came implementation:

which then went into translation:

not in kindergarten anymore...

loony season

update:

• still processing the disappearance of a friend.
• decided that the snake-dream was about my fear of letting my kids go.
• doctor decided to change my medication - feeling a bit like a lab-rat for not understanding the reasons.
• am still sane because I am loved.
• enjoyed the kindergarten's graduation ceremony.
• prepared emotionally for my last day at school on Monday.
• shocked by the news of one colleague assaulting another.

what? yes - you heard me:

the (by now not-so-)new teacher (whom I've expressed concern about before) drove to Ben's house - and assaulted him...

this is the guy who's inheriting my class on Monday!

no wonder I dream of snakes hunting my kids...

new adventures in the cyberverse?

www.me2everyone.com/306408

that's the link you should click if you want to own shares in what's hyped to be the "next big thing". apparently.

it's going to be bigger than facebook *gasp*
or myspace (never quite got that one)
AND second life *gasp*
COMBINED!!
*i faint*
(no, not really)

so here's the idea, as far as i get it:
sign up and get shares in said company - for free (ahem)
get extra shares for everyone who signs up on your recommendation (pyramids require sign up fees by definition - so there)
when this brave new world goes online - you (supposedly) start earning on your shares. (by then there will be advertising, trading etc)

the catch?
who knows - probably your soul and 25 thousand raisins.

am i in?
of course - my Mom's there!

(and i'm www.me2everyone.com/306408 - if you didn't get that earlier. click and get us both some shares why don'tcha?)

Apartheid in America

segregation is the name of the game - and no one plays it as well as Californians, by the look of it. apparently the "Prop 8ers" now want to forcibly divorce same sex families.




it seems all Americans are created equal, some just more equal than others. (does their constitution end in "sich heil"? especially when read by the Governator...)

WΔZ

this is not a review.

The Price equation (also known as Price's equation) is a covariance equation which is a mathematical description of evolution and natural selection. The Price equation was derived by George R. Price, working in London to rederive W.D. Hamilton's work on kin selection.


Running time: 104 mins
Starring: Stellan Skarsgard, Melissa George, Ashley Walters, Selma Blair

now i'm probably not the best movie critic in the world - but there's something about this movie that makes me want to tell you about it.

WΔZ is brittish film noir where i least expected it. if you like your movies to be largely self-explanatory, you're going to hate this one. Tom Shankland (director) doesn't breast feed you with his feature film debut. i'm not exactly sure what he does. but it's still preying on my mind.

there's some blood, some gore, grime and questionable acting - but the implication i picked up on at the end of the movie threw me completely.

no, i don't think it's the best movie ever. in fact, a few minutes into the movie i was convinced that i'd thoroughly hate it. you'll probably think so too - even afterwards. watch it, though. because i want you to.

liberation

bonfire of the vanities

let me see if i can get some reaction out of the 'sphere today. can you think of a plot?
here's a list for you to ponder:

dramatis pesonae:
the hairdresser: Maurice
the pianist/interiors dealer: Miguel (Maurice's life-partner)
the art dealer: Cobis
the clinic's pre-admissions clerk: Jean (Cobis' life partner)
the clinic's liaison officer: Jobe
the printer/writer: Guillermo

ingredients:
3 course dinner
Liza with a "Z" (dvd)
Barbara Streisand CD collection

Scene:
Cobis & Jean's house with a view of the bay.
saturday
fall 2008

Tree of Art in the Limpopo Province

there's an e-mail doing the rounds about an amazing art tree in the limpopo province. amazing as it is, this is not a real baobab that some savant spent half a millennium carving into a monument to his erotic fixation with martian women.
sorry to burst the bouble, people, but these pictures are of disney world's "tree of life".





awesome? certainly.

worth clogging up every inbox south of atlantis? no.

i wish people would think before forwarding bull:

1. no-one sends you money for every mail you forward. spam doesn't pay.
2. the angel of death will not weld your rectum shut if you don't forward spam.
3. photos of mutant weredonkeys are fake. calm down to a panic and hit "delete".
4. no government or super lottery uses yahoo accounts. they can afford their own domains. duh.
5. doctors, kings, princes and deranged necromancers that offer you gazillions of dollars from some unattended spanish inheritance trust in nigeria are evil. give them your details and the angel of death will disembowel your smurf collection.
6. spamming 7 people in 7 minutes will not bring you great fortune in 7 hours. nor will your long deceased great grandfather knock on your door at 7am to ask for some fresca.
7. spamming 70 people, though, will magically invoke the demonic twin of chuck norris. pull yourself towards yourself and run - this dude doesn't wear pajamas...
8. if you really want to know what color my underwear, favorite cyanide cocktail or answer to furry nipples is - phone me.
   
9. i am not a better friend for returning/forwarding money-fairy emails. real friends will haul your delusional behind to the insane asylum, where nice people in padded rooms will talk to you about being napoleon and their passion for flying circumcisions.
10. sending $50 to someone you don't know is very kind. you will not, however, find a yacht in your slippers in the morning.

*sigh* i feel better now.

American Idol: Texas auditions

Ever heard one of these on a hot tin roof? Or in heat? Then you haven't been watching the latest installment of American Idol - have you now...

I cant watch everything - it's excruciating! Just now, a very "bubbly" (not) girl attempted a Celine Dion number. "If... I..." or something. I had to get up, come to my room and write this up. I get embarrassed! Too embarrassed to stay in front of my TV - but too enthralled to not want to go back and take in some more. (I'm a masochist that way.)

Right. Better now. Let's go for some more wondrous torture!

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Everything is easier in America...

Apparently, you can even do a course on "How to be gay" over there!
Check this out:

>> A course taught by professor David Halperin at the University of Michigan has been getting some attention recently. "How to be Gay: Male Homosexuality and Initiation" examines "the general topic of the role that initiation plays in the formation of gay male identity" via writing, studying it as a "sub-cultural practice", and conducting some sort of self-reflective class experiment.

It's actually a class that has been taught, and has inspired controversy and discussion, for a few years.

"In particular, we will examine a number of cultural artifacts and activities that seem to play a prominent role in learning how to be gay: Hollywood movies, grand opera, Broadway musicals, and other works of classical and popular music, as well as camp, diva-worship, drag, muscle culture, taste, style, and political activism. Are there a number of classically 'gay' works such that, despite changing tastes and generations, all gay men, of whatever class, race, or ethnicity, need to know them, in order to be gay? What is there about gay identity that explains the gay appropriation of these works? What do we learn about gay male identity by asking not who gay men are but what it is that gay men do or like? One aim of exploring these questions is to approach gay identity from the perspective of social practices and cultural identifications rather than from the perspective of gay sexuality itself. What can such an approach tell us about the sentimental, affective, or subjective dimensions of gay identity, including gay sexuality, that an exclusive focus on gay sexuality cannot? At the core of gay experience there is not only identification but disidentification. Almost as soon as I learn how to be gay, or perhaps even before, I also learn how not to be gay. I say to myself, 'Well, I may be gay, but at least I'm not like that!' Rather than attempting to promote one version of gay identity at the expense of others, this course will investigate the stakes in gay identifications and disidentifications, seeking ultimately to create the basis for a wider acceptance of the plurality of ways in which people determine how to be gay."

Then there's the alternative method: six beers, an off-campus party, and that hot freshman from down the hall you've been studying from afar. <<