“scientia potentia est”… mmmm Sir Francis Bacon
I was struck by something this morning. I was updating some info on our team site and I saw an OxFam banner on the page that said “$20 is enough to buy a blackboard to improve the quality of education for children in Cambodia.”
$20 gets a blackboard for a classroom full of kids to expand their minds and explore the knowledge of the world. When I think back to all the things that now swim around in my head that were introduced to me with chalk at the front of the classroom, the power of that surface can’t be underestimated.
“scientia potentia est” (knowledge is power) – Sir Francis Bacon
“The power is YOURS!” – Captain Planet
Poverty Sucks. Insane Walk. Kick Ass
Poverty sucks.
To counter that suckiness, me and three noble gents plan to do something that’s an equal portion of epic and insane.
The 2013 OxFam Trailwalker Brisbane:
100km within 48 hours from Mt Glorious, through the D’Aguilar National Park, to Mt Coot-tha…
(I guess that’s kinda insane).
No, scrub that… We’re gonna do it in 25 hours.
(Now THAT’S more like it!)
We’d love it if you’d help us in this endeavour with a donation to our fund raising effort.
In summary: Poverty sucks. Insane long walk. Let’s kick ass.
My Little Eye – Last Band Standing [23rd October 2011]
My Little Eye – Last Band Standing [23rd October 2011], a set on Flickr.
Rock… Dirty Dirty Rock
Cloudy With A Chance Of Geoblock
Whenever I here about the latest cloud computing / online streaming circle jerk, I don’t even bother trying. Unless the content creators come on board, the remaining 95% of the world’s population see squat.
Here is the view from Australia:
Youtube:
Google Music:
Spotify:
iTunes:
Hulu:
Rhapsody:
Amazon MP#:
So yeah… excuse me if I don’t sound happy.
J
Johnny Goes To Soundwave Brisbane
So I went to Soundwave Brisbane 2011. That’s right, the fat bearded geek went to Soundwave.
First off, big thanks to the guys from Eden Must Burn for the invite. Rad gents all of them… and major props to Liz for driving. There is a reason I’m a fan of these people, and it goes way beyond their music.
So, classic fish out of water scenario. I’ve never been to a festival, let alone one which, from the line-up, was a few notches above my usual play list. I went in with an open mind and I left with a head full of tunes and a happy iTunes account.
Oh, yeah, and my camera is still broken, so I took my little Lumix. The photographic adventure is below:
Sevendust:
Epic band. I knew the EMB guys were a fans but listening to their album I didn’t get it. Then I saw them live and it clicked.
Bullet For My Valentine:
Way outside my usual play list… but I give them major props for the energy in their stage show.
Slash:
Enough said.
30 Seconds To Mars:
My biggest Hmmmm. I didn’t like them for so many years. Then Closer To The Edge came out. My walls were tested until they collapsed. What a stage presence. Props to the dude behind me who was uber excited to see Jared Leto… My butt crack will call you.
Coheed and Cambria:
THE. BAND. OF. THE NIGHT. I’m in, in a big bad way.
In summary. Rad day. The music was rad, the company was radder… The fucking $11 hamburger was raddist…
J
PS: I want to be a concert photographer
A Straight Guy’s Thought On Why Calling It Marriage (or Married) Matters
After hearing far too many people on talk-back radio call in and sound off about gay marriage, I thought I might share my thoughts.
First off, I’m a human. Secondly, I have a wonderful wife and a gorgeous daughter so I guess that makes me ’straight’. Just to get it outta the way, despite the fact my wife has a vagina and I have a penis was a factor in my attraction to her, but I rank that low in importance along with her ability to give good back scratches. I love her on so many levels far beyond a sexual one.
So, what’s in a name?
A lot.
In this whole debate, I am bombarded with the ‘feel good compromise’ that “you can call it anything, just don’t call it marriage”. While that is kinda generous, it misses the point. Essentially, the word ‘marriage’ is important, but in my opinion, it is secondary to the word ‘married’.
In many anti-gay marriage minds, the phrase ‘gay marriage’ is locked into the distorted image of two guys or two girls standing in a church or the steps of the courthouse, kissing, ‘fighting the power’ and generally hamming it up for the cameras.
While the mass media feeds on this, like most weddings, the opening performance bears small resemblance to the run of the season. ‘Married’ doesn’t start on the wedding day, it starts the day after, once the confetti has been swept away and hang-overs treated with aspirin.
‘Married’ is about committing two things into one entity. It’s about teamwork. It’s living under one roof. It’s compromise. It’s paying bills. It’s dealing with in-laws. It’s getting the car fixed. It’s squashing spiders. It’s fighting over the remote. It’s ‘are you drinking at your work party and do you want me to drive’. It’s the getting of sick buckets at 2am when you’re half asleep and likely to snap but you just want to make your partner feel well. It’s back scratches. It’s fights. It’s pressure. It’s forgetting stuff. It’s birthdays. It’s anniversaries. It’s home-cooked meals. It’s fighting over bed sheets. It’s sitting in your office wishing to be only one place, the front door the second after you walk in and see your partner. It’s life. It’s sitting next to a hospital bed. It’s burying your soul mate. It’s finding a way to keep going without them.
Imagine if I was to meet you on the street and we began to speak. In conversation you mentioned you were ‘married’, all those things I just listed and more would be an instant context point. Unspoken understanding and experiences immediately kick in and a certain language can be spoken.
The phrase “we are married” is so heavy and filled with meaning. It cuts across language, race, geography, religion and socioeconomic levels. To suggest that GLBT people ‘are allowed’ to have those experiences as long as they refer to it as something different seems to me to question the validity of those experiences.
The meaning of the word marriage and married goes far beyond any church steps or courthouse steps. It defines the joining of two people together, bound by love and moving forward with shared experiences. It has wide ranging effects in law, life and society.
Who am I to deny the right of law to someone whose sexual orientation does not match my own?
Who am I to deny the same social context?
Who am I to deny how someone else loves another?
Who am I to deny love?
So, YES to ‘gay marriage’… and call it marriage… cause that will lead to ‘gay married’… and then it can all just be called ‘married’. Maybe then we can get back to what really defines a marriage… Love.
J
