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Undate on Jeffrey

My pal Jeffrey, that’s him above, has just day-before-yesterday had a tumour removed from his bladder. He is home now, recovering. He told me it was not nice, especially having a tube stuck up his penis, and while rumour has it he has one of the biggest that didn’t help.  His exact words: it was horrible! Yes, well, I don’t even want to think about it.

Anyway, this post is for dear Jeffrey George Brown, a great American artist, a great friend in Mexico, my bestist Mexican pal, who right now is finding it excruciatingly agonizing to take a leak. My heart is with you, pal. And I especially thank you, old friend, once again for driving me home late from the Berlin Bar so many times on your red scooter (both of us wasted), dump me at my door in the dust and dog shit. We never crashed, not once, nor even came close (not that I could tell anyway); you piloted that little red machine through the narrow cobbled callas of San Miguel de Allende with aplomb.

Wishing you all the best Jeffrey. Get well soon, Pal. (click on Jeffrey’s camera to get a closer look)

As you may note I have demoted ‘Rangitata River Centre for the Arts’ while promoting myself. As the blog started to take shape it quickly became clear that this blog was me blogging off (or is that on) so in order to minimize the confusion I made the change. The Rangitata River Centre for the Arts is another project and will have a page of its own here at John but for now it is UNDER CONSTRUCTION as the enterprise gestates.

By the way, do get back to me if the project, Rangitata River Centre for the Arts, is of interest to you.

Something Sad and Magical

Canada Geese eh.

Look, I tell ya fellow fishermen, we’ll catch nothing here. They’re not letting enough water down the friggen river. It’s all going on the bloody fat capitalist Ashburtonite dairy farms. Pathetic. Look at this – how would you expect anything to make it up this damn trickle!

We’re screwed, us classic hunter-gatherers. The next thing the bastards ‘ill have us getting our fish at the supermarket. What fun is that!

Shadow Dance at Sea

Alright, pay attention, hurry up, stay in line, oh my God you look a mess; straighten up, common, over you, the other way you, get in line and prepare for take-off. We’ll take our turn and go in waves, OK, are we listening kiddies? Do I have to repeat myself! And you, on the outside, whatsyourname; don’t take off till I tell you…oh Christ; too late, he’s gone.

Right then; let’s go.

(and they did)

Watch out for the traffic!

(Click on the image to take a closer look.)


(A permanent state of afffairs with some of the details of along the way.)

Makes you wonder.