Archive for October, 2009

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Jamie Oliver’s pukka on fatherhood and fame

October 5, 2009

I love my daughter’s names – Poppy (7), Daisy (6) and Petal (6 mths) – but I have no choice in that stuff.   It’s hard for me to get an opinion out there. Home life is a reversal of work.  I used to be polite about it but, really, I’m their bitch.  I’m turning into my father. I need a shed in the garden because they’re driving me insane!

Men go in and out of being useful.  I’m more of a janitor than a father. I change light bulbs and find things that have fallen down the back of the furniture. Actually, they think I’m a bit special at the moment, so it’s good times.  Apparently that only lasts two years, then they hate you until they’re 21.

Sometimes I blink and two years have gone by.  Over the past six weeks, I’ve only managed 15 minutes in my hammock – my Holy Grail.  I don’t know what it is, but my daughters tend to land on me with their knees positioned to get me in the bollocks.  I think they do it on purpose. So, that 15 minutes came to an abrupt end.

One day, I’m going to have to put up with some cat-weasel wanting to shag my daughters. I keep buying shotguns and rifles, and I just got a gun cabinet. I’m preparing for the future. You think I’m joking? I swear to God, I’m not.

(Extracts from Sunday Herald Sun Magazine October 4 2009 – In My Own Words interview with Tony Magnusson).

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Sunday Sizzles: Robbie Williams

October 4, 2009

Robbie Williams

 

 God gave me the sunshine,
Then showed me my lifeline
I was told it was all mine,
Then I got laid on a ley line
What a day, what a day,
And your Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me

UK and entropy,
I feel like its fuckin’ me
Wanna feed off the energy,
Love living like a deity
What a day, one day,
And your Jesus really died for me
I guess Jesus really tried for me

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Praying for the rapture,
‘Cause it’s stranger getting stranger
And everything’s contagious
It’s the modern middle ages
All day every day
And if Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
Bodies in the bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
So God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection

Jesus didn’t die for you, what do you want?
(I want perfection)
Jesus didn’t die for you, what are you on?
Oh Lord
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh
(Jesus really died for you)
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh

 

Robbie Williams – Bodies Lyrics

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La macchina va dove vanno gli occhi

October 3, 2009

The car goes where the eyes go.

With your mind power,  your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well; you can fly very high.

~ Ayrton Senna

Inside each of us resides the truth, the absolute truth.  But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors.  Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion.  You escape your hall of mirrors by breaking the glass, shattering your illusions, until only the true villian stands before you. We must shatter the mirrors.  We must look into ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us. Only then will justice be served.  (p. 301)

I know this much about racing in the rain.

I know it is about balance.

It is about anticipation and patience.

I know all of the driving skills that are necessary for one to be successful in the rain.  But racing in the rain is also about the mind!  It is about owning one’s own body.   About believing that one’s car is merely an extension of one’s body.  About believing that the track is an extension of the car, and the rain is an extension of the track, and the sky is an extension of the rain. 

It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything, and everything is you.  (p. 314).

To be a champion, you must have no ego at all. You must not exist as a separate entity.  You must give yourself over to the race.  You are nothing if not for your team, your car, your shoes, your tyres.  Do not mistake confidence and self-awareness for egotism.

 

Quotes from The Art of Racing in the Rain – Garth Stein.The Fetch of Lost Slippers

 

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East Myth

October 2, 2009

This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.

Bernard de Voto – “The Hour”