Crosstown Trafficked

For those of you who know the musical exploits of Mr Hendrix, and Bob Dylan for that matter.
I've had a weekend of Crosstown Traffic, All along the Watchtower and Gypsy Eyes. But we'll give all credit to Hendrix for even Bob said after hearing Hendrix play all along the Watchtower, "I wrote that song for Jimi". I could throw a few more in there. I'm just pressing play on the ultimate experience album, as I reflect upon the weekend. So there may be a few more Hendrix remarks tonight..
Actually, if anyone is reading this, tell me how many Hendrix references you think I've made after this point.

Well the weekend began with a late rising. I forced myself to drink a glass of Milo. Knowing full well that the energy received from this beverage probably would not see me through to lunchtime. I then proceeded to replace the tube for the back of my mountain bike before Speed arrived. Chug was approached to drive the Ambo back from the drop off spot. Speed and I didn't feel the need to ride up Mount Kiera. With my car disapearing in the distance, Speed and I began our day just as the sun was reaching it's peak. Where are you when it's a hot cold summer?? Great ride.. the first 40minutes was just about all down hill.
When I'm riding I get alot of time to think about stuff, and it usually clears my head of all the white-noise thoughts and I get moments of clarity. Some times getting away from other people helps with that. So, I might as well go back over yonder, way back yonder cross the hill. Speed as usual is good realistic company encouraging and stuff... But while thinkin and riding I'm usually humming or singing. Music, sweet music. I wish I could caress.
Well no matter how good your thinking is, you still need to concentrate on the riding aswell. I had 2 pretty big offs. I blame the sunglasses. The transition from direct sunlight to shade caught me off guard a few times. The ride finished with Speed's knee packing it in. Thankfully by this time we were back in suburbia. He spent a few minutes in pain lying on someones driveway. Then to his legs he smiled you wont hurt me no more, and got up. But, they did and he hobbled back to his house. Where his mother was waiting with Doughnuts and Coke. Ah, Sugar sweet sweet sugar.
The original plan had been to ride then do the Maquarie Pass walk/swim. but it was a bit late. I had to be at a 21st by 1800hrs So we thought, I think we better wait till tomorrow. Speed and I kicked back back at The Bob and watched Swingers. Then I lost a game of pool to Him.
Picked Amanda up at about 1805hrs and headed off to Chuzz's 21st. Met people, ate food, too much ABBA. There was Karaoke.. mostly pop songs..I don't do Pop, but when enough people left the floor I did some Billy Idol-White Wedding, and some DEVO-Whip It, ah fun... Might get one of the new guys along for my riding trip over the Easter Long weekend. I did't know anyone at the Party except for the Birthday girl herself, so it was good being able to walk in with Amanda. Then she spread her wings high over me, said I'm gonna have to come back tomorrow, to Dapto early 'cause she was on music at Horsley Anglican Church.
So, Sunday morning, after burning the midnight lamp, I was at Horsley too. It's a really nice little church. The people are friendly and seem to really love eachother. The teaching is honest and determined. The talk this morning was quite challenging for me, as I seek for a balance between overcommiting to ministry oppurtunities and having a soul which is alive in the spirit, not simply being a busy soul(my paraphrasing). God is doing some awesome things down that neck of Wollongong. One of the guys there is from a band Soteria. I spoke to him for a while about guitars, music, recording, and the focus of christians who are doing music in somewhat of a secular media.
Sunday afternoon contained a few lighter activities. Speed and I hung out with a mutual friend Artsy. More pool, a bit of lunch, psyching his Dog up. Watched Supersize me, after a substanitial KFC meal. Started raining.. No Maquarie Passs today either thought I.
The Evening church service at St Mick's was pretty grood. It was also the first time I'd heard our new Rector type dude, Sandy Grant, give a talk. I enjoyed it and, I think it helped me focus a little more on how I should be praising an trusting God. Also, he reaffirmed something I'd been thinking of, in the difference between Vows and bargaining with God. There is one.(short answer).
Dinner was Macca's. I guess Supersize me didn't scare me off it. Some people watched Hewitt get thrashed in the Aussie Open, and so castles made of sand melts into the sea eventually. I ate and chatted, too many people in the TV room. Now I'm home.
Should sleep soon feels like my back hasn't seen a bed in so long, it's a sin.

Redeeming Hindquarters.

Been lost, been agitated. So you have to deal with the fact; that you have missed out on 2 weeks of my life. So deal. You survived before you began reading my dribble. Quick recap. Wombats & caving(somehow related). Storms & Motorcycling (also related). Camping & Pitching a tent.

Today we, team Evil-faction (now a website), journeyed up to Sydney to reclaim our Saru(sally) from Melbourne types. The Journey was short and high-spirited. Many smell jokes, and general enjoyments of each others existence. “The Beast” purred her way up the h’way. Tunes burst forth in glorious day, from Sabbath to Type O, and much random worship Cd of which I don’t know the artist, left it was in my car by the Manda lady.

Upon retrieving Saru from the place where metal birds land (without fire). The valiant crew continued to find a place to relieve Simon’s and Eltham’s Bladders. Janet also required this service. To Rockdale it was Macca’s the place, no food did we eat, only pee’d in the appropriate place. The random shops in the vicinity were viddy’d. Books were bought and so were some presents. Lunch, a kebab, mixed meat, Extra chicken. 1400hrs came around to the book store we ran…Many books were there, purchased, excited were we. It was awesome to see S, J and E so keen for stuff in a Christian Bookstore.

Then homeward bound with 2 short stopovers, My parents and Dad’s folks, chores to do had I. Computers ‘O computers, Why do Older generations bother??? You can’t understand them, and “yes, you’ve made shortcuts”. “Then what are these here?”

Back in the gong, and nobody at Planet Bob. I was supposed to go out on the street van tonight. Unfortunately everyone pulled out. So, a quiet night at home with Amanda and whoever was in order. Whoever turned out to be Speed and Sally. Adrian Edmonson’s How to Be a complete Bastard the game we played…Biggest Bastard turned out to be me.

During the Game Roscoe rang to tell me he would be home late, and not to worry. I appreciated that…sensitivity amongst scoundrels.

Anyhow the time of sleep draws near. Into the bosom of unconsciousness I trust my entity. And if I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take.

The Remaining Odour

The morning was met with chime of phone, calling upon this worker drone.
"May I use your muscles and your truck" enquired the Lady Farquar.
"Ofcourse," said I, gazing at the ceiling through foggy (froggy) eyes.

Well, thats how the morning began. It was alright, I was expecting the call. Had to finish moving some female friends in to their new accomodation. When you drive a truck it's fair to assume you'll be doing mates favours. God's vehicle/servant and all that.
I'm currently pulling my room apart looking for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles TMNT movie. A group of us are going to watch the TMNT trilogy today. Should be fun.

What does any of this have to do with the entry title?? Nothing. But there was remnants of burnt oil still producing stench in the kitchen. Hopefully that gives you enough closure.

Riding the sugar railway

Morning has more than broken. Had an interview this morning, was 2 minutes late. But, that’s just Jim Dandy as their computers were down. The worst part about riding a moto is, having to put on a Jacket in summer. Thankfully the day is not too hot yet. Home by 1000 hrs, quick chat with the amazing El Thumbo, quick chat with Roscoe, Time for breakfast. NO MILO. Ah…. Should have seen me sobbing like a school girl. However, in the cupboard was sweet sweet Fruitloops. I tell ya, Toucan Sam is onto something. Now back to the day, lest it unfold without me.

Just in case you care. Last night I found my chocolate. It was really good. As wicket would say “Jubb jubb”.

Back from outer space

Well, another year is over (and a new one’s begun). What better way to start the new-year than to cause more congestion upon this eternal(?), internetial, medium, upon which we all seem to rely so heavily?

Now I contemplate whether I’m continuing on as part of the problem, a hindrance to a final solution. Perhaps I’m being characteristically pessimistic. I like to think that I’m refreshingly pessimistic in this world of hot pink midriff wearing, programmed pop listening, mobile phone carrying, boy and girls. You can wear pink if you want to. Yellow if it’s your thing. Permit me my sunglasses. I am light sensitive after all. Perhaps I just really want chocolate….

I’m just back from Beach mission, in Byron Bay, and I’m still energised from the whole experience. It was so incredibly awesome to hang with so many people seeking to genuinely love people, and offcourse the amazing way God works in and through people. Now that I’m home I don’t know what to do with myself. More than a month before I go back to uni, God willing my last session. I know the things I need to do before I go back; my room is a mess, the tail-lights on the truck need attention, need to speak to subject advisors, try and find some paid work, and keep serving those I care about. The best thing about being home….Couches, man, couches are awesome.

Water temperature is on my mind. This morning I had my first surf since getting back from Byron. The water is colder down in the Gong. Young Dan from Church came out for a paddle, beautiful conditions, decently sized swell. Dan’s wetsuit was hurting him somewhere, I copped a board on the top of the foot (I hate limping). Wouldn’t want to change anything about the day for a second.

Alrighty. That’s all you get right now. I’m gonna hunt da chocolatate’