Showing posts with label Manhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manhood. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

….and some more

Coincidently I stumbled across this today following my post of yesterday ‘Classic hotties’. It’s slightly spooky but worth a look.

It’s Friday morning and I’m off to catch a plane to work yet again. Nearly finished this particular project so the travel should settle back down to once every week or two again shortly. I’m relieved as this twice a week commute by air takes it out of me. So much wasted time sitting in taxi’s and airports etc.

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It’s my 6 month anniversary today of restarting my blog after my deletion error. This is post number 188 since the fateful day of falling, banging my head and proceeding to accidently delete all my previous posts. 6 months without any more such accidents. Phew!

Have a great Friday everyone (or Thursday to those of you who are lagging behind).

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Big fan

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Finally watched the movie Wanted. Released a year ago, somehow or other I kept missing it, so watched it on DVD this afternoon.

Wow, mind bendingly violent. Totally cool though and James McAvoy is as fantastic as ever. 

Friday, April 24, 2009

The ANZAC Story

Tomorrow is April 25th. This day is observed in New Zealand and Australia as a day of commemoration for those who died in the service of their country andNZ soldiers to honour returned servicemen and women. It is a national public holiday in both countries. 25 April is the anniversary of the landing of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (Anzac) at Gallipoli in 1915.

The ill fated assault on the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey, began on 25 April 1915. It was an attempt by Allied Command to weaken the strategic position of the enemy and it was the New Zealand Expeditionary Force's first major engagement of the First World War. My great uncle Charlie was there and lived to tell the tale (minus only 3 fingers).

On the first anniversary of that landing, dawn services were held throughout both countries in remembrance of the 2,721 New Zealand soldiers and 8,709 Australians who died during the eight-month Gallipoli campaign. Since 1916 ANZAC Day has evolved to the observance we know today. In New Zealand there is a ceremony in almost every town around their war memorial cenotaph. Most are simple affairs where the gathered veterans ‘stand-to’ for 2 minutes while a lone bugler plays The Last Post before a short service. Always poignant.

Flanders_Poppies Flanders Poppies, 2004, photograph by Nostalgic T + Allan

The symbol of Anzac Day in New Zealand is the red Flanders Poppy. This flower is the symbol of sacrifice as it was the first thing to grow on the churned up soil of the soldiers graves in the Napoleonic wars and again in WWI after the battles of the Somme and Passchendaele.

Lest We Forget

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Those heroes that shed their blood
And lost their lives...
You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
Therefore, rest in peace.
There is no difference between the Johnnies
And the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side,
Here in this country of ours.

You, the mothers,
Who sent their sons from far away countries...
Wipe away your tears.
Your sons are now lying in our bosom
And are in peace.
After having lost their lives on this land, they have
Become our sons as well.

Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (founder of modern Turkey), 1934

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Kiwi born artist Euan MacLeod has won this years Gallipoli art prize for his work entitled ‘Smoke in Landscape/Shovel’ which was judged to best depict the spirit of the Gallipoli campaign.

Sorry, no photo available.

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Euan MacLeodFigure Sitting on Boat In Desert’, 2007, by Euan MacLeod

Monday, April 6, 2009

Skeletons and closets

For a school project Rory has been conducting research into the circumstances of my great uncle’s death just before the end of WWI.  We’ve made repeated visits to help jog the memories of the very last of the family’s old women and he’s hunted through Armymore than one attic to accumulate a good pile of fascinating information. 

It was 1918 and Terence was nearly 19 and studying for his solicitor exams in Auckland. All 3 of his older brothers, Charlie, Jack and Jim (my grand-dad), were already fighting in France and their mother (my great grand-mother) Joanna was repeatedly refusing Terence the necessary parental permission to enlist early (i.e prior to his 20th birthday). We have letters between them at the time and he was desperately bargaining with her. If he passed his exams with a good mark, she’d agreed to give her permission and to coax his father to do the same. I can only imagine how hard that must been for her to agree to, her baby and last safe son wanting to join the fight.

A week before his solicitors exam Terence received a white feather in an envelope. An entry in his journal at the time indicates he was distraught. Humiliated.

White feather

Terence sat and passed his exam in May 1918 and enlisted 3 days later. He went into camp at Trentham and was part of the 40th NZ Expeditionary Force which left Auckland for England on the MV Tahiti in July 1918. They made port in Egypt on route and unluckily picked up flu.

In the 2 week period before the Tahiti landed in England, more than 50 men died. Great uncle Terence was one of them. There’s some question about the actual cause of death in many cases – it is recorded that a delirium struck and a number of the young men hurled themselves into the sea from the deck of the Tahiti and were never seen again. The official war records state “Drowned, lost at sea”.

One month later the war ended.

Charlie, Jack and grand-dad all distinguished themselves and made it home in pretty much one piece. They say that Joanna never recovered from losing her youngest son.

My dad is Terence II and my nephew is Terence III.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Brotherly love

I have slowly and inexorably lost any semblance of a loving relationship with my only brother. He’s two years younger than me and growing up we were very close. He was small, red haired and freckled so although he was athletically gifted and highly social, he did get a bit of a hard time from certain quarters and I took on the role of protector. Anyone who gave him a hard time had to deal with me and I was no walk over.

Somehow he became an arrogant man. He married a fabulous though submissive woman. They have two beautiful sons and own and run a very successful business which has allowed them to accumulate a gorgeous home, flashy cars and all the trimmings.

I am pleased they’re apparently living the dream but the more ‘stuff’ he’s accumulated over the last few years, the more he looks down his nose at my single parenthood and modest home and possessions. Trash

He laughs condescendingly at my opinions, criticises my beliefs and values and belittles my job and I just don’t understand what motivates him. I love my family but it has reached the stage now where I can barely stand to be in the same room as him and it breaks my heart. Over the years I have tried to talk to him about it without success. I’m on the verge of giving up and trashing the whole relationship.

Sorry readers for the woe is me post today, not usually my style.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Flightless kiwi (air force)

From the NZ Listener online in December 2008 not long after our new government was installed late last year. My son found this article and was almost pissing himself laughing so I had a look myself and thought it followed on well from my earlier post about Australia seeing us as an easy target.

 

Military Might

by Jon Bridges

An open letter to the incoming Minister of Defence

You’re new. It must be hard, but sort of exciting. I hope you have a nice desk. Please take a minute to allow me to set the scene. Think of this as an informal briefing.

It’s at uncertain international times like these when the powerlessness of being small really stings. We can bark all we like, but the world knows our bite is harmless. Our voice is louder than our size in terms of sport – why can’t we also punch above our weight in terms of military might?

This is where you come in, Minister. There is no time like right now for you to make our military a bit more … military.

Here’s how:

First, why not call yourself the Minister of Attack? It just sounds better. Meaner. Remember the best defence is a good offence. Even the word “Minister” is half “Mini”, which sounds a bit pathetic. Change it to “Maxister”. You sound bigger that way. It costs no money to change the title – we don’t have to actually increase our attack budget – but immediately it gets the rest of the world thinking, “These guys mean business.”

Second, let’s turn to our peacekeeping forces. Again a simple name change will make all the difference. Call them the “arse-kicking forces”, and here’s why:

Instead of “we’re not interested in war, we’ve got some pretty nice peace here and we’re keeping it, thanks”, our arse-kicking forces will say: “We’ve got all the ingredients for war over here, and if you step out of line we’ll make a batch today.”

And still we haven’t spent a cent of the budget. Let me move on to our “air force”.Old Plane

The reality is, we can’t afford planes. When you join, the air force asks if you can fly a plane, and if you say “yes”, they say, “Sorry mate, you’re overqualified.” Internationally, we are known as the country that took the arms out of army, the force out of air force. Most of the planes we do have were made in either 1965 or 1966. Alert Taxis has a far more up-to-date fleet. It’s a fiscal reality. But do we have to tell everyone?

By visiting www.airforce.mil.nz, our foes can read details of the weight, payload capacity, range, age and full specs of every aircraft and squadron and details of the bases they are at, including the address. The only thing they can’t read oKeyn the website is which mat the keys are under.

This “reveal-all” policy would be great if we had any good planes. Our air force has a proud history, but we should probably keep the fact that most of our planes are from the 1960's a secret.

I’m not saying remove the website, just make it scarier. In the “what planes we’ve got” section, copy and paste a whole lot of photos of nasty planes and helicopters, preferably ones manufactured this century, bristling with high-tech weapons, and don’t say where they are. (If it’s about budget, my sister designs websites.)

Furthermore, the symbol of our air force isn’t that scary, either. There’s a kiwi inside what looks like a target. It’s a great-looking logo, and itAirForce means a lot to us, but a flightless bird inside a target isn’t a great air force logo. It says: “Line us up in your sights,  because we haven’t got any planes.” Accurate, maybe; forbidding, no.

A dirty great magpie with a gun and an ugly look on its face would go a long way to making us seem more dangerous.

Again, Minister, these are just ideas.

My final advice to you is to change our national anthem. God Defend New Zealand would be fine if it was just the line in a song instead of being our actual defence policy.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

What a wonderful world

I am home with a nasty upset tummy today (I will spare you the gruesome details) and so I have had time to really browse the online papers.  

Minus the dodgy digestive system it would actually be a great way to get through the ‘hump day’ every week.BabyWednesday

What I have come across today has either…

- Amused me…

1) This is begging on a whole new cyber scale. Check out the name of this website developed to help raise money for the homeless.

2) Yummy dummy nuptials. A local Melbourne legend finally ties the knot after years of being on the shelf.

- Shocked me…

3) A 75 year old widow to be lashed for breaking one of Saudi Arabia’s increasingly strict Islamic laws. She asked her 24 year old neighbour (a man) to bring her bread. Popular feeling is apparently that the ultra strict Religious Police are taking things too far so let’s hope a backlash (pun intended) occurs.

4) Texan ‘Fight Club’ for mentally disabled is busted. Employees of a state-run home for the mentally disabled have been suspended for staging fights between residents.

- or just made me wonder

5) An ex-soldier uses gun to ‘impress’ women in a Brisbane nightclub. Taking a loaded gun into a nightclub shoved down his jeans to show off? Me thinks he doesn’t actually understand the average women all that very well.

 

 Have a wonderful Wednesday.

Don’t forget to vote in my poll!

 

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Chick Fest

Just in case there’s anybody left in the land of blog who hasn’t already seen the movies I watched this evening, this post will take the form of a public service film review by yours truly.

Since my BFF moved home to Melbourne a coBFF Cathuple of years ago, the person that I hang with most is a guy. An old school friend actually. Now he’s great and we have lots of fun but a movie night with him is much more likely to be about war or cars or super heroes or guns (or some combination of the above) than it is about ‘relationships/love/romance/feelings’. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy an action movie as much as the next girl and plus I feel bad forcing him to watch a chick flick as he inevitably falls asleep.

So, anyway, he’s off doing something manly this weekend so it seemed the perfect opportunity to remedy the appalling backlog of girlie movies not yet seen by me. Plus, Rory’s staying at a mates place and the weather is foul so I could fully commit to a triple feature chick flick fest without the guilt associated with blobbing on the coach for about 5 straight hours.

The movies are:

  • Sex and the City
  • Made of Honour
  • Forgetting Sarah Marshall

The order in which to indulge in this rom-com romp gave me pause but I knew pretty much straight off I’d leave Carrie and the girls ‘til last. I’d heard from Jennicki that FSM was great but I’m also a bit of a fan of McDreamy (aka Patrick Dempsey) so that was a toss-up. I decided on FSM then Made of Honour and then SATC.

And so to business…

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

  • Good level of male full frontal nudity
  • A couple of real laugh out loud moments
  • Not afraid to take the p*ss out of itself
  • 2.5 stars out of 5

Kristen Bell

Made of Honour

  • Lovely cinematography (New York, Scotland)
  • Sabotage theme has strong echoes of My Best Friends Wedding. Substitute the basketball court scene for the karaoke bar and the bridal shower scene for the rehearsal dinner and it could be Julia Roberts and Cameron Diaz
  • Formulaic/predictable but with strong(ish) performances by Dempsey and Michelle Monaghan
  • The psycho blogger was a nice touch
  • 3 stars out of 5

Just in case those of you in the US think I am misspelling the word ‘honour’ in the title, it was released here this way.

Michelle Monaghan

Sex and the City

  • Fabulous wedding gowns (and shoes)(and bags)
  • Nostalgia
  • The inevitable montage of late 80’s wardrobe and music
  • Dramatic bouquet smashing street scene
  • Unexpectedly thoughtful
  • 4 stars out of 5

Cynthia Nixon

…and that dear readers is my two cents worth.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Hot stuff

Further to jennicki’s post at ‘Boys Don’t Like Funny Girls’, I thought I’d throw my own Hollywood dream list into the mix for your edification and entertainment.

Unlike jennicki, who appears to have a thing going for older men, my ‘top 5’ are pretty much around my own age except the lovely Matt who’s not quite 40 yet.

 

Browse and enjoy if you are so inclined

Johnny Depp   George Clooney Russell Crowe

Viggo Mortensen

Matt Damon

 

Now how about sharing your favourites?