Hard News: My Mum and other good things
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Lovely post Russell. Wishing your sister all the best, and your mum sounds like a trooper. Mine is 68, and a great grandmother to our children, among many other things.
Oh, am I alone in finding it meh? I totally adore the Beats International track.
Nope, not just you. That song is one of my anthems. SG might be able to correct me here, but I remember it being performed by a local crew in the Playground in 1887-88, and there is a reason I remember it, which I might share one day over a beer or several. This was before Beats International released it, so I'm guessing they were covering this;
Then I was lucky enough (wanker alert) to see Beats International live in Tokyo in 1991, playing at the Bunkamura in Shibuya. That was bloody fantastic.
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I run but that is often the only exercise I get. Otherwise I am sitting down at a computer, at a desk reading or writing. I get up only to get a drink or food, then I sit down to consume it. We hardly walk anywhere any more so many of us have cars, or we take the bus/train. We have labour saving devices galore and pre prepared meals mean even cooking is a matter of pressing a button then sitting down until a beep tells you it is ready.
What's this we, kemosabe?
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I remember it being performed by a local crew in the Playground in 1887-88
You've got a good memory.
What's this we, kemosabe?
We know not what we do.
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What's this we, kemosabe?
It could be the social critic's "we", which roughly translates as "everybody except me".
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It could be the social critic's "we", which roughly translates as "everybody except me".
I do love a good passive-aggressive construction.
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hmmm, after slowly broiling the titi, draining it, popping it into the oventray, making sure the skin got nice and crispy both sides of the bird, baking the yams & kumara in the range oven, and steaming the brussel sprouts quickly on top (they're such deliciously sweet wee numbers with a bit of butter & freshground white pepper!)
I am not sure I agree with "pre- prepared meals mean even cooking is a matter of pressing a button then sitting down until a beep teels you it is ready."
The titi were certainly pre-prepared (the alternative would be a colony of burrows close by and much bloodshed.) The yams, kumara & brussel sprouts were all farmers' market or family stuff, and I would've got out my chair to see how things were cooking along, sniff, poke, change cooking dishes, drain, and get ready to serve this tea (for three people) - and well as preparing the aforesaid titi, kumara, yams, and brussel sprouts ready for cooking - oh? About 3 dozen times?
I am now settling back into happy digestion mode, guests gone home, and me with a tiny glass of 15yrold Bowmore at the ready.
Sweet dreams everybody.
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a local crew in the Playground in 1887-88
I'm guessing you mean a century later? Maybe Soul On Ice? (white kids) Or Ardijah? (brown kids) Or D-Faction?(mixed)
Then I was lucky enough (wanker alert) to see Beats International live in Tokyo in 1991, playing at the Bunkamura in Shibuya. That was bloody fantastic.
Or you could've caught them at The Box in the same year....and yes, well cool. I (wanker alert) spent two days hanging with Norman doing an extended interview for, I think, RIU. He was well cool and just wanted to talk reggae.
Then, after the gig, he was asked to go for a ride in a nice new Ford by some guys he'd met. Thinking they were going for a spin for a spliff, he hopped in and the car headed off down the motorway. He asked them how long they'd had the car and was told '15 minutes'.
He asked to get out and found himself alone in Otara Town Centre....
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Then I was lucky enough (wanker alert) to see Beats International live in Tokyo in 1991, playing at the Bunkamura in Shibuya. That was bloody fantastic.
We might have crossed paths at the time; I was living in Shibuya (technically Naka-Meguro, but I caught the train from Shibuya station) in '91. Small world. Tokyo, slightly oddly, more so.
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Yes, yes, people. Instead of facing up to the realities of modern life lets do a postmodern shooting of the messenger. I think when I come home to NZ I might have to vote ACT or Nats in the hope that I don't have to pay lots of taxes to fund the type 2 diabetes, heart disease and stomach stapling operations etc.
After all I don't get my running shoes paid for by the state.
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a local crew in the Playground in 1887-88
You know how when very very white grownups have to do raps at corporate retreats and stuff like that, and they put their hats on backwards because y'know, that's what rapper do? This typo is making me think of gloriously backwards Steampunk hats and doubled-up chains and "yo yo yo, I say, good sir!" type talking.
I think when I come home to NZ
We hear it's nice overseas and we think maybe you should stay there.
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I will have my very own computer security expert travelling with me
Which reminds me, does your very own computer security expert have work lined up? I may know some people.
And also reminds me: Fulbrighters meeting in groups are often called upon to do Cultural Performances. Consider yourself warned. But fear not, for this last weekend I heard a report from a friend who had recently perpetrated what I consider a genius choice: Oma Rapeti (with actions, and audience participation). Awesome. I am totally doing that next time I'm asked for anything. Which may be never, admittedly.
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Yes, yes, people. Instead of facing up to the realities of modern life lets do a postmodern shooting of the messenger.
I think you were looking for the Runner's World forums.
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Peter, how, in the goddess' name do you make the leap from a beautiful, heartfelt post about Russell's mum into another health rant? Really? Usually I like it when threads jump about randomly, but your threadjack, Peter, is completely unappreciated, and maybe, could it be, slightly ever so inappropriate.
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I'm guessing you mean a century later? Maybe Soul On Ice? (white kids) Or Ardijah? (brown kids) Or D-Faction?(mixed)
Lead singer was Claire B. I would know if it had been Ardijah.
Wow, at the end of that I was going to say 'how old am I?' 142 as it turns out.
Small world. Tokyo, slightly oddly, more so.
Wow! Very much so. I was standing on a platform at Jiyugoaka, and because I was going to Shibuya instean of Shinagawa, changed from my usual position. Train arrived, doors opened, and standing there was a friend from Uni in Auckland. Walked into another outside Kinokuniya in Shinjuku, and an old flatmate from Wellington turned up in the Yoyogi YMCA 3 days after I arrived.
I was living in Oimachi. It seems likely we knew people. Did you go to Jirocho bar in Ebisu, the little Reggae club?Sorry, we should probably do this off thread.
This typo is making me think of gloriously backwards Steampunk hats and doubled-up chains and "yo yo yo, I say, good sir!" type talking.
You may have just invented a genre. Steampunk Rap.
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I think when I come home to NZ I might have to vote ACT or Nats in the hope that I don't have to pay lots of taxes to fund the type 2 diabetes, heart disease and stomach stapling operations etc.
What a brilliant idea. With my next PAYE payment, I'm going to send a note specifying that under no circumstances is one Peter Ashby ever to receive funds from me for his eventual knee replacement surgeries. In fact, I'm going to insist that all of my health dollars should go to couch potato smokers who consist solely on a diet of deep fried butter sticks.
Oh wait. That isn't how a public health system works, is it? That sort of stance would be *insanely fucking assholish and stupid of me*. As you were.
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I said 'wow' twice in three lines. What a wowser! Carry on.
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Peter, just stop. Your premise for yet another round of your personal fitness monologue was absurdly thin and your behaviour is inappropriate.
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Which reminds me, does your very own computer security expert have work lined up? I may know some people.
And also reminds me: Fulbrighters meeting in groups are often called upon to do Cultural Performances. Consider yourself warned. But fear not, for this last weekend I heard a report from a friend who had recently perpetrated what I consider a genius choice: Oma Rapeti (with actions, and audience participation). Awesome. I am totally doing that next time I'm asked for anything. Which may be never, admittedly.
He does not, and would really appreciate any people you may know.
Oma Rapeti is totally awesome, since my other options for Cultural Performances are
a) half-assedly remember the stick dance we did in Kapa Haka when I was fifteen - I'm not even going near the poi
b) just make up actions for the calendar song and rely on the fact that no-one will understand the words
c) play a nice piece of Baroque recorder music, which while both Cultural and a Performance, is probably not what they're after.
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we should probably do this off thread.
Please don't do that, because this fascinating twist makes me too say I
like it when threads jump about randomly
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de-misty-fying... waiting for the drop-let!
This typo is making me think of gloriously backwards Steampunk hats and doubled-up chains and "yo yo yo, I say, good sir!" type talking.
You may have just invented a genre. Steampunk Rap.
MC Steam Hammer, anyone?
this could well be an idea with traction...
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I hear swimming is better for the joints than running so maybe "we" could all go take a long walk off a short pier.
Gonna be kicking back tonight eating potato chips, drinking booze and watching other people run round in the rain in chch and OZ. Go the ABs and Warriors.
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If you do Oma Rapeti as a mash-up with the one that goes "Piko pikp piko toro piko" you will look well cultural. I wonder if you could get away with One Day a Taniwha?
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yo yo yo, I say, good sir!
This has made me giggle on and off for several hours.
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@Danielle
For the record not long before we left NZ I paid for a knee op at a private hospital. My knees are otherwise fine thanks and all the research shows that use or lose it is true.
I see around here plenty of obese people around using walking sticks, frames and mobility scooters because their weight has knackered their joints. This happens not just because of the strain of carrying around all that extra bulk but because being overweight causes inflammation, especially of the joints.
So all the evidence says that I am less like than people who do not exercise to need a knee replacement. The idea that exercise wears your joints out is an old wives tale.
And no, I take neither chondroitin or the other one that supposedly goes with it. The evidence for that stuff is just awful and yes, I have looked at and read it as a scientist.
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I also object to being accused of a threadjack when it was not I who noted first that in the clip lots of people were running.
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