For Tasha

Wise words. Brad Pitt about his WIFE:

“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role.

I lost hope and thought that we’ll get separated soon… But then I decided to act.

After all I’ve got the MOST Beautiful Woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.

And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.

If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.”

-Brad Pitt

Jim Carrey – now he’s getting serious!

Top tips from the lunatic!

When you run into limits remember these 5 things.

1. You are connected to everything and as apart of all there is, you can accomplish anything that you work towards.

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2. Sometimes the walls in your life are because you need new tools or ingredients.  Reach out to experts, use the internet, and boldly ask questions.  Find new tools and if they don’t exist yet invent the tools.

3. Choose Love over fear every time you are making a decision.  Love for yourself and everyone involved.  Love for all of creation and mother earth herself.  Strive to make decisions where everyone wins instead of just yourself.  (This is always possible if we look hard enough.)

4. Think outside the box and find a solution that no one has tried before.  We don’t have to do things the way they have always been done.  If we have put a great deal of thought towards something and it still doesn’t make sense maybe there is another path for us.

5. Recognise that everyone is afraid and they are often giving you advice based on their own fears.  It doesn’t mean that it cannot be done it just means that they haven’t been able to find a way to do those things successfully.

Top Advice!!!

You can almost always do a lot more than you think you can –
the trick is to push until find where your real limits lie…

It doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty. The only
thing that matters is whether it quenches your thirst. In other
words, does it work?

There are literally thousands of motivational speakers spouting
ridiculous platitudes that do nothing more than make you feel good
for the moment and have very little lasting effect. They sound
good, but they don’t work. Let me prove it to you. I bet you’ve
heard these lines:

“As long as you have a good, positive attitude everything will be
all right.” Sorry, but that is a lie. I’ve had a positive attitude
my entire life and had plenty of crap happen to me. So get a little
negative. Get sick of the way things are so you will take action to
change things. Get fed up; realize you deserve better and that you
aren’t going to be satisfied with anything less than the best for
yourself and your family. Remember: You have to get negative about
your life before you can take positive action in your life.

“You can be whatever you want to be, do whatever you want to do and
have whatever you want to have.” More lies. You can’t be whatever
you want to be or do whatever you want to do. If you are short, fat
and ugly, that supermodel thing probably isn’t going to work out
for you. You can do what you have the talent for and are willing to
dedicate the time and effort into becoming based on your innate
potential. You can always do more than you think you can but you
can’t do anything. And you certainly can’t have whatever you want.
You can have whatever you believe you deserve and whatever you take
action toward achieving, utilizing your abilities, your thoughts
and your words.

“There are no problems, only opportunities.” This one is not only a
lie – it’s just stupid. I have problems. Period. I bet you do too.
And I find it insulting when someone tells me otherwise. Sometimes,
there is no way to dress up the problem and call it an opportunity.
Instead, face the problem. Acknowledge the problem for what it is.
Then circle the wagons and tackle the problem head on.

My point? Be careful what you buy into and act upon. When you hear
something, make sure it makes good sense, and then try it. If it
works, run with it. If it doesn’t work, dump it and run from it.

~Larry Winget  http://www.larrywinget.com

Police and Thieves (2)

Almaty is just so gorgeous.

The winter could have killed me but my skull seems to have the ability to withstand slapstick slips.

The Police in Almaty fuck off in the cold weather.

Dread the Spring!

Walking home past the hoardings that carefully hid the Dostyk Plaza.

Tap on the shoulder; a midget with a stupidly large hat was stopping me.

Ignore.

He persisted; the hat conveyed a ridiculous sense of self-importance – Police!

Have you ever seen these ex-Soviet hats?

“Passport?”

Of course I am not carrying my passport and these parasites know it.

“Come…”

Led away to the squad car. Was ‘Z Cars’ ever like this?

Gestures, noises, body language; out comes the red book as they take my driving licence.

“Is there a fine for this Officer?” I say in my best English accent, whilst proffering a five thousand tenge note.

The book closed; the note disappeared; the car disappeared.

Police and Thieves.

Police and Thieves (1)

Doha November 2008.

Sensible drinking is highly recommended by governments everywhere. But they’d all be fucked without the tax from insensible drinking.

Thursday night; bizarre weekend.

It throws the lifetime of sociological habit to work Sunday to Thursday.

Tell me about the money, honey.

“Hey Swifty have you ever tried a Jägerbomb?”

Any sensible person would have moved on at this point. Yet the heat of the Doha Rugby club, coupled with a resignation of every kind, meant it was time to be stupid.

Stupid.

“No.”

Stupid.

Who on earth decided it would be a great idea to load up a pint of lager with a shot of hell-fire?

Five later…

Mind totally active, legs turned into squid assets.

Hello where has the bar gone?

Why can’t I stand up?

Taxi!

So they carried me to the aforesaid convenience; me fully compos mentis; my body fucked.

Within 5 minutes they united.

“Sorry mate I need cash for the fare.”

So he dropped me at an ATM, and despite piratical left eye covering I managed to withdraw 1000 Riyals – seemed like a good idea at the time.

I turned triumphant to find the indolent twat had driven off…

Hey Ho! Let’s go! Back to the highway to flag down a cab.

The first one was blue and white with flashing lights…

Five minutes later in the police Station; searched; questioned; belittled?

Not at all!

They were such lovely chaps!

Tea, biscuits.

“Please Mr. Peter sit down until you feel better. Then we will take you home!”

At 5 a.m. I was dropped off home.

Crashed out for hours.

When I awoke I checked my wallet – empty.

No wonder they were so happy.

Still;

They could have shoved me in pokey…

So £160 for a night’s fine was ok…

Cappadocia I

For my next visit to Turkey

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Well, it would just be a crime not to visit Cappadocia after spending more than five months in Turkey right?

Let me tell you the answer for that – yes it would.

If for some crazy reason you have yet to see one of the five billion of pictures of Cappadocia online, don’t worry I will show you a few. After all for sure the World Wide Web needs some more.

This place is quite insane – from more than one underground city where people actually lived in – and are still used for storage of food after the eighth level, (that is what I call going green) to absolutely incredible rock formations, filled with amazing shades of pinks, reds and ochre’s.

While the city of Goreme was not so amazing, it was definitely a good place to visit all the locations – the ones possible to visit on a…

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Istanbul 5. Istanbul Modern.

That sounds like a trick they might play in the Time Travellers show.

Istanbul – City of History. Istanbul Modern.

Actually it is the name of a Gallery housed in a massive container-like warehouse, showing off recent, sometimes controversial, works of Art.

Whatever Art means!

Last Christmas I was fortunate enough to be in Doha during a Damian Hirst retrospective – loved it.

Forget the cows, the sharks, the skulls; feel his grasp of life and death.

Why would a pharmaceutical company make medicines to cure me? After all, the longer I remain ill, the longer I am a consumer of pills wonderful. And as I consume they make money.

Make me sick Glaxo!

Will that injection in my arse really rid me of the pox your honour?

Take these tablets three times a day for the rest of your life, and never rest your tackle in a dirty box again.

Ah the joys of life!

So in the spotty cuboid housing the works of Master Hirst, I dwelt on ‘Lullaby, the seasons’.

Not that Nigel Kennedy nonsense by Vivaldi.

Four large glass cases, square containers derived from sand; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The height and width far out sized their depth. Each was filled with glass shelves of pills, handmade, coloured to represent the seasons.

Green pills for Spring, yellow for Summer, browns for Autumn; then white pills for the Winter of our days, the lack of sunshine in our lives easing us into the shallow ground, memories soon forgotten.

Ah the joys of life!

Istanbul Modern – I loved the false ceiling made from suspended books, the bullet holed glass staircase surround, the enormous wooden pieces that appeared to have sprouted from the insanity of Vic Reeves.

Istanbul Modern, modern art museum, Istanbul, Marmarameer, Türkei

The view of Industrialisation by Yuksel Arslan hit home for me…

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19 Suitcases took me round the world, to friends old and new.

“And thus spoke the place:
Bring me the thrills of the first time you saw me
Each of which became a path for you in a different work.
Bring your self to me.

The remains of each single piece, mixed up in the earth.
Bring me a piece of my old guests,
The piece you used to love dearly,
Bearing the faces of 19 people lined up side by side, looking at us.

Sculpted in wood by Kurimba villagers,
The story of each suspended in faraway places, like empty suitcases.
Bring me 19 suitcases,
Each concealing the memory of a different person.

Bring me all the moments you were lost in.
The moments you will look at through lenses to see the traces of
Bring me back my old chairs,
Each will reunite me with a different memory.

Bring me the poem of Rumi.
That begins with the lines, How good to migrate anew everyday.
And how beautiful to settle anew everyday.
And ends saying, “So many words that belong to yesterday.
Now we need to say new things.”

Bring me people,
May each be the storyteller of their home towns.
Bring me your dreams,
Those dreams that turned me into you, head to foot, as I lived.
Bring me my own memory
That memory I yearn to meet.
Bring me everything,
Each thing the everything of something else.”

Handan Bőrűteçene, Paris, 2008.

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