Posted by: nativeiowan | November 22, 2013

Obituary:

Common Sense, 1776 – 2013

Shall be Dearly Missed

After a long time on life-support, Common Sense has passed away. Cause of death is noted as being “injury suffered from blunt force trauma”. The accident which led to the death occurred in Washington DC after a white House sponsored frat-party led to the members of Congress and Senate trampling Common Sense in their frenzied effort to all gain the podium at the same time.

Common Sense was known for his ability to think clearly and to cross partisan lines.

His life-long example of fairness, and reasoned thought shall be with us always.

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 22, 2013

I’ll use the word “constipated”…

It is how I see things in the US. The situation is constipated. Basically there is shit that needs to come out but it ain’t out yet…

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And until it is out the situational status is “constipated”.

Let me say a few things…

1) A bit of socialism is OK. Don’t be afraid of communalism, not to be confused with communism. Being socially minded is a positive thing. We need more social mindedness in our world. No republican is an island. No democrats is an inexhaustible ATM. The Electorate is not a spineless mindless herd of bovine.

2) I am so frustrated by the fact that we all fail to see we are on the same team. I digress to my middle school years and an old story of two flies on a turd in the toilet bowel… we are those two flies… and when the log rolls over neither team is a winner, both teams are losers.

3) I love how my fellow citizenry  is so efficient at donning their rose-coloured glasses each and every morning. Republican have their rose-coloured glasses as do democrats as to the tea party as do the beer party as do the dope party… you get the point… which is… we are on the same team. No one is right until everyone is right. There are no winners unless we are all winners. Consensus is hard but the best path forward.

4) Success is communal, not individual. I know from experience that a mansion with security guards in the middle of a nasty inner city where poverty and crime abounds is not a nice place to live. You want a little house on a nice corner with good neighbors and a relaxed environment. SUCCESS IS COMMUNAL!

5) The lowest common denominator cannot dictate the Status Quo. Society, global society, must really rise above the petty mammalian mindset that keep us in the gutter.

6) The baby boomers are the problem but we did not create the problem. All them horny soldiers coming back from WWII and their fair lasses rolled in the clover far too much and someone has to pay. Our folks had a reasonable base to retire on but the BOOMERS are simply SOL… they did not have enough kids to ensure there will be funds for their future, especially noting our old folks who had the fun that started this are still alive as their numerous children are retiring… a double whammy?

7) If my thoughts and questions bother you then I feel real good. I see far too much constipated complacency in the USA.

More later

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 20, 2013

I am a bit perplexed…

I joined the Peace Corps in late 1980. I have lived overseas since early 1981. As an expat for decades I have learned that an inevitable sense of patriotism attaches to you when you depart the shores of your birth. Additionally, as an expat, I have found that I have been more than normally interested and aware in the daily news of the planet. Being “away” made it imperative I stayed informed.

To date it has been my habit to watch, listen to and read a fair bit of news. My modern life gives me a variety of visual opinions such as FOX, CNN, BBC, Aljazeera, local and cable network news. I read hard and online versions of The Guardian, The Economist, Time, New York Times, The Washington Post, The Wall Street Journal, and review various local papers like The Des Moines Register, The Strait Times, La Monde, The Age and, of course, the Solomon Star.

Right now my study has been focused on how confused the USA is and how lost and delusional the Obama Administration is. And I follow what I see as a social dilemma within the US of A. Perhaps even a crisis of identity of sorts?

I don’t want to go into detailed discussion or review stats or what has happened. Rather I wish to try to muddle through a  big WTF I have.

One thing that has stuck with me as an expat is the contrast between the attitudes and values of different Anglophone societies. I offer a simple dictum that I learned young… just because we all speak the same basic language does not mean have a lot in common.

I have a residence in Australia and note this as being the most regulated land I have ever lived in. Australians are a funny group which I am still studying. They almost expect to be told what to do. They want, vote for and shall continue to expect a socialistic, even paternalistic government. It is important to note here that there is a lot I like about the Land Down Under and enjoy my safe, suburbian, old fart life style.

I have a residence in the Solomons which, as  a LDC, purports to have socialized services such as education, medicine, etc but only so far as the very limited and resource poor system allows. The place is such a basket case that there is no effective police force in the country. The main city is pathetic. Sewer systems do not exist. Roads are a nightmare… If you can’t offer basic communal services or safety and security, an administration is doomed to fail when trying to do “much more”. So suffice it to say that, for the wrong reasons, the Socialist Attitude the Solomons was founded on, inherited from the Brit model, simply is not working.

I am a supporter of a medical system that offers care for all. A society as a whole can only be civilised if and when it cares for all members of that society. But how, where, when?

The immediate flaw in any such system is that many who CAN indeed contribute positively to society choose to become dependant. If it is easy to see a Doctor for my sore back I may end up going a lot. Indeed, if it is easy to kick back and be cared for by the Nanny-State, then why work?

So, where is the USA? I believe the USA spends more per head for medicine than any country in the world.

And we need to spend more.

Ok, that’s ok, but who pays for it? The bloated government systems are unaffordable as is. Why or how can we increase the cost of government, now?

I guess, when describing my political leanings, I am probably best described as a conservative hippie. Whats that? Well, to begin with I ain’t a liberal hippie.

I was raised very old-fashioned. A large family in the midwest. Of immigrant stock. Shallow roots, really. And the melting pot meant the mixed ethnic heritage was diluted into a positive sense of Americanism. A midwestern sense of conservatism as defined by hard work, unrestricted opportunities in life, and the ability to feel proud of what one has achieved through their own ability and initiative.

What can be more American than being from Iowa. The Bible-Belt? the land of grain and seasonal labour?

Bred, born and buried in Iowa, that’s the family I come from. I am a rare example of an Iowan that got out. Not many do.

My parents are celebrating their 68th wedding anniversary this month. All up, counting all in-laws and outlaws, they have well over 100 off spring. My father used the GI Bill to get a degree. Worked a white-collar job during the day and tended bar at night. When asked why, he said “..it got me through university, guess it’ll work to educate my kids too”. He was the essence of midwestern conservatism and voted republican as often as he did democrat. Welcome to Iowa.

My mother was always working/ cooking somewhere. Her thing was cooking and she was always in demand for weddings, and such. She sent 3 sons  into the US military and one into the Peace Corps. She, like my father, grew up in the depression era, knew what a tough life was and worked hard for a better life.

Medical bills were the bane of our household. My father’s white-collar job was with the Government so he never made much and his benefits were minimal at best. A trip to the hospital tossed any monthly budget into a spin. And with o many kids there were very regular trips to the Doctor’s Office and the ER. We were very well conditioned to NOT run off to the Doctor’s. A visit to the Doctor’s was a last resort sort’a gig. And that’s how folks in my neck of the woods lived. No one was exempt.

So, I agree that the US needs a change in the health care system. But I don’t think we are anywhere  near being where we need to be.

Times change. Demographics change.

And now the Central Government/ The political party in control is making what appears to be a paternalistic decision in regards to what THEY think is best for the rest of us.

And it was done by what I see as “sleight of hand”.

This is where I start getting this WTF feeling.

We need to be discussing choices and option not trampling on civil liberties.

Liberties which founded the USA.

As a Conservative Hippie I am not real keen on government control, censorship or, dare I say it… Political manipulation through lies and conjecture to achieve political and social gains. I have little trust for government. My life’s experience is that politics and politicians have evoked more harm and damage on those whom they serve than one may measure.

So WTF? Something like 600 million has been spent with no return what so ever. Someone somewhere has gotten very wealthy over all this but they have not performed. If you take pay for non-performance it becomes a con-game.

It all sounds like a con…

And who pays?

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Posted by: nativeiowan | November 19, 2013

Who knows what this is…


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I’ll give a bit of a hint… before any of the DOHC jap-bikes, when these first hit the streets, they awed us with their quickness…

The rest of the story… Was tinkering and finally got this beast to fire up today. A lot easier than it should have been and it damn near idles… made me inordinately happy.

 

 

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 16, 2013

Blustery weather

Funny, weatherriffic sorta’ day… Thunderstorms north n south of us, lots of weather off the coast and in the hinterland, lots of energy all around us. I was mowing the backyard until about 1pm when the lightning and wind and rain swooped in. I had the mower mowing and ear plugs in and didn’t hear a thing then stopped to move some deadfall when I first heard and saw the storm bearing down on us. We had some impressive hail. Not real, real big but plenty of it… first time for the boys to experience hail.IMG_0753

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Posted by: nativeiowan | November 14, 2013

images from a delayed day…

Everything in today’s travel was delayed… computers were blamed for the hour delay for the final manifest before we could take off, rain at Brisbane put us in a holding pattern for over an hour, once landed it took thirty minutes to get the door open. It was one of the LDC-world scenes… people all cranky over missed flights and the such. The airline staff were terribly stressed with the 100 or so p’d-off passengers. I think there was 101 people onboard… Lucky for me I was not in any hurry and happily sat and watched life’s magical circus rock on by..

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Posted by: nativeiowan | November 13, 2013

Hang’n in Honiara

Packing up to fly back to Aus. I’m staying up at our place above town, at Tasahe. This is a property I  built years ago. I haven’t been up here for ages and I’ve never lived up here… I dig the morning views, though a bit of a hazzy day, the horizons are inspiring… Though fudged up, dysfunctional and traveling on a downhill path, this remains a grand, magic filled land.

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Posted by: nativeiowan | November 7, 2013

Babies grow up…

Paul’s 25th Bday…

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Posted by: nativeiowan | October 30, 2013

another icon phlashes in the pan

I  really, really dig Lou Reed… “…hey babe, take a walk on the wild side…” is still my favourite pickup line. A line grandson Mendozza learned at age 3 in Taiwan… but thats another story and we still laugh when we get to “… and the black girls sing…”

Saw Lou on a New York Late at night type show a year or so ago. Really enjoyed listening to him then and still enjoy it all now…

Allow me to suggest… “I wanna be black…” how many of you remember… “I don’t wanna be a fucked up middle class student no more, I wanna be black…”

I  could hope Lou would a positive addition to heaven’s helluva band, but I don’t quite think Lou is dressed in white. No he’s in black, probably leather and singing about a “perfect day” where it’s velvet, underground…

this is what one obit had to say:

Remembering Lou Reed

Never once gave it away

LOU REED died on Saturday, aged 71. The obituaries have concentrated on his trailblazing achievements in the late 1960s, when his avant-garde rock group, Velvet Underground, demonstrated just how literary and transgressive popular music could be. Some of their songs were uncomfortable barrages of squalling noise, others featured a band member reading one of Mr Reed’s short stories over an instrumental backing. Several songs were gritty tales of the drug pushers, junkies, drifters and prostitutes who haunted New York’s mean streets during a meaner time for the city. Mr Reed did not try to charm or seduce his audience. In his black leather jacket and wraparound sunglasses, he made it seem like it was a mark of success, not failure, if his records didn’t sell. He defined what it meant to be cool. Decades of later punk and indie bands took note.

It was a coolness which didn’t apply to his songs. Many of his lyrics, throughout his career, either glowed with nostalgic warmth and romance or bristled with savage political satire. And his melodies could be just as sweet and catchy as any pop ballad. His persona, though, was always a world away from the flamboyant rock’n’roll norm. He would do things his way, often scowling as he did so. The fans would either like it or they wouldn’t.

A few years after the break-up of the Velvet Underground, David Bowie produced one of Mr Reed’s solo albums, “Transformer”, in 1972. It included his biggest hit single, “Walk On The Wild Side”, and it seemed, briefly, as if it would make him a bona fide pop star. But he chose a different path. The records that followed in the mid-1970s included “Berlin”, a bleak concept album about an abusive relationship, and “Metal Machine Music”, which consisted of four sides of punishing feedback whine. The prospect of Mr Reed making the jump from cult idol to superstar was effectively obliterated.

From then on he stuck with his stand-offishness, his scratchy guitar sound and his emotionless, muttering vocals. His image hardly altered from year to year (especially when compared to that of Mr Bowie). Record sales seemed to matter less to him than pursuing his intellectual curiosity. In addition to his regular dispatches from the city, he might deliver an album in tribute to Edgar Allen Poe, a book of photographs, a collaboration with Metallica, or—revealing the wry sense of humour which belies his fearsome, curmudgeonly reputation—an improvised appearance in the film “Blue In The Face” by Wayne Wang and Paul Auster.

He proved that a career in rock music didn’t have to mean a desperate striving after publicity and fashion. It didn’t mean competing with your peers. It could mean being an inquisitive, nearly professorial fixture of the New York experimental arts scene. It could mean being dignified. In some respects, the way he conducted himself in the decades since the disbanding of the Velvet Underground was just as radical as the still-astounding music he created beforehand.

Posted by: nativeiowan | October 30, 2013

Punkin’ time

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Posted by: nativeiowan | October 26, 2013

it sure appeared to be a good idea…

… at the time…

Now we got a lottsa little pieces to clean, polish and reassemble…

Without, as Monk suggests, too many bits left over…

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Posted by: nativeiowan | October 17, 2013

There is Poetry

there is poetry in motion

there is poetry in sound

there is poetry in silence

The kookaburra’s noisy boisterousness

The 5:42 train from Brisbane, the rattle n shake of the cars on the track, the horn as it pulls into the station

The poetry of a neighbor wasting his time and water on the parched lawn, knowing it is supposed to rain tomorrow

The children of mixed ages as they play on the corner of our cul-de-sac

The wheels on skates n scooters and bikes and boards, a rolling poetry, a poetry of risk and pending injury

The poetry of flight, of wheels off the ground, risky business, but a good buzz

The poetry of burnt green which is the yard, rustled by the chilled wind, promising much-needed moisture

The poetry of brilliant colours, the drought resistant flowers of purple, red, white, pink and more

There Is Poetry

Posted by: nativeiowan | October 12, 2013

fat ol fart fun n games

I am going to discourse without authority or reason on the topic of bikes of the type of bikes that interest me… and why I am interested in such…

I was talking to a guy today and explained that my interest runs basically toward Britt bikes from the 50s into the 60s and a bit into the 70s. The history of the main innovators/ companies is very interesting. What  took place is the WWII war machine took a commercial turn. BSA – the British Small Arms company went from producing guns to making motorcycles. Their logo remained the same throughout…

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Bored and highly trained vetts went from building faster planes to producing and selling cars and motorcycles. The need for speed grew. World speed records were and are important. And the Britts did a great job of it all. A couple “situations” took place which eventually sent the Britt bike industry into collapse but not before they produced what is probably the sexxy-est two-wheeled ride ever produced…

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The funny thing is that as these machines got faster and more dependable, the brakes stayed pretty standard / pretty shitty. It was not until the Honda CBs and the Kawasaki Z bikes got too, too fast that money was spent of brakes.

I also discussed that the Harleys of the 50s were tractors and by the late 60s AMF had fudged Harley up so bad they were not worth owning. I think the history and the mystique of bikes… Britt bikes, Harleys, rice-burners…. all is a bit askew.

And I shall eventually sort it all out for you…

eventually…

 

 

Posted by: nativeiowan | October 10, 2013

Simple pleasures

As I was rejuvenating a pretty 1957 650 BSA motorcycle,

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As I take this 56 year old machine to it’s totality of individual parts and pieces, imagine my pleasure and surprise… up on the gooseneck, under the tank, unexpectedly, I find this…

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Made me smile a whole bunch… the price of admission had in this simply bit of original badging.

Posted by: nativeiowan | September 30, 2013

Hang’n down-under

Been spending some time getting organised to wrench and clean up a couple old bikes I have…

first will be the 1957 BSA “Super Rocket”… a true “ton” machine from the year I was born…

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I really dig the logo on the ol BSA…

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Posted by: nativeiowan | August 21, 2013

survived another year…

And there is proof!

Was out riding with the boys today. We are seeing how much air we can gain on the 80cc bikes…

Of course I had a go and pretty much nailed it. I landed with the front wheel high and my knees dragging on the ground, my heart in my mouth.

These bikes are little and every time I pop the front wheel up I get dumped on my arse. My center of gravity just does not allow one wheel on these little things.

But I landed, stayed saddled and had the boys hooting like I was a nitro-circus.

In the end Mendozza was getting impressive air. Angelo is the conservative one. I had to laugh when we got the 4×4 skate board out and started doing tow-ins with the qaud.

Great afternoon and proof… I survived another year…

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Posted by: nativeiowan | July 31, 2013

images from the ride

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Posted by: nativeiowan | July 31, 2013

last one-night stand

My last one-night stand is a classy LA hooker. She’s very suite. So classy I will use her for one and a half nights.

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I fly out 1155pm so I’ll leave the room 9pm or so. Rest of the day I’ll use to write and repack and just hang out. All feels very good.

 

Posted by: nativeiowan | July 31, 2013

armour plating

This is the gear I have been riding in, all disassembled…

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All up I am guessing 25 pound/ 11 Kgs with the helmet. The “kevlar” pieces get squeezed into slots in the pants and jacket.

I like how the piping on the gloves glow when photographed.

Without the kevlar the pants and jacket are quite stylish.

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Posted by: nativeiowan | July 31, 2013

Last day in the US

And woke at 11am. Man, what a sleep!

Pack and ready to fly south in 12 hours.

More later

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