Ahh yes life passes us by...

Breakdown 3.0

5 Thing I been a doin with my life dearest reader:

1. Over the last few weeks I rented, series by series, and copied and then viewed The Wire. I watch more tv than I'd like, I consider 98% of tv absolute shite (exclude Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Family Guy, early Simpsons, Top Gear and anything with tits) I can do without, I loved The Sopranos and think the odds of seeing that quality of tv again are slim. Having said that, I did quite enjoy The Wire (not as good as The Sopranos but I don't think its fair to continuously compare). Season 1 or 5 being my favourite and season 2 being my least favourite, not for the subject matter, more for how many episodes it took to get flowing.

2. What I'm reading - The Gods of Eden by William Bramley, along the lines of Sitchin, again hideous cover that forces these subjects into the mongo sci fi section. But its not sci fi, claims to be real, and I'd say there is a lot more truth in this book than is socially acceptable about how we evolved. But I'm enjoying it and that's what counts.
3. Me an missus nearly moved in together. One Sunday a couple of weeks ago we checked the internet for some local cottages, prices have dropped substantially thanks to the world crashing. We viewed a few places, found a great place, back garden front garden, bath, real fire place, attic converstion, two double bedrooms, loads of space to do our own thing. But we could'nt get it for the price we wanted an Missus backed out anyway cos she's snowed under with her Masters coming to a close in a couple of months, and she's being let go from her job in August so she didn't need the extra stress of living with me and my lust for her ass.

4. Yoga. I have practised different types of yoga over the years and in different countries, but that last time was in San Francisco about seven years ago. So I'm about as flexible as Bill O' Reilly on abortion (you like that joke? I wrote it myself, took two months to finally finish it an now I see it serious shit). I practised Bikram yoga. By the way I never did yoga cos I thought it was a good idea or calming, I did it because I have had back ache for years. And a few weeks ago with my back practically ceasing up, and right hip, I knew it was time to try to loosen my decaying corpse up. So I've been going to a studio less than two minutes from my house called The Elbow Room, about twice a week for hot yoga - a heated room but not as hot as Bikram yoga.

5. I returned to AA meetings about two weeks ago. I'm dry nine and a half years, I suppose you could say sober although not sane. By the way, as above, I didn't get sober cos I thought it a good idea, I got sober cos I was on the brink of suicide for months and my choice was AA or death, guess which one I chose an win a prize. I was always interested in meditation and in early recovery I began meditating twice daily, practising TM, and a couple of years ago I discovered an exercise that actually raised my kundalini energy, each time I practised it, and have had the most bizarre and almost out of body experiences since. This exercise really began to smash my belief in our three dimensional world and helped me to realise that I ain't designed for society, its a fraud, and we are fed lies repeatedly to stop us waking up. Anyway last year I didn't get a single meeting (I felt that my meditations were giving me what I needed) and now this year with very little work, too much time on my hands, I've decided to try to get back to the rooms, see some familiar faces, and keep my shit together. The odds of me drinking are very slim, I have no desire for booze an drugs, but the odds of my life becoming unmanageable and me becoming a bastard to live with has been increasing.

Swine Flu Part II - Starring Charlie Sheen

Okay, so Charlie Sheen is not really in this clip, dunno why I used his name, but seriously dearest most enlightened reader, if you are in any way worried about this swine flu nonsense I recommend watching the clip. Perspective dear reader, perspective.

Swine flu me bollix!

Short time rant (are you having fun yet?) - I can keep this one short, Swine Flu I am pretty sure is absolute nonsense, its freakin everywhere, so far about 100 plus people have died, forgive me but that is not a lot of people, we have six billion of us savages left. God knows how many people are dying all over the world from various diseases every day nevermind starvation and lack of drinking water. Now those are news stories. I do not disbelieve that a new strain of bug can wipe out half the planet, I'd well believe it, however, media hype and idiotic headlines do not indicate we are at that stage yet.

Swine flu is another bird flu bullshit story, sweeps across newspapers and tv stations 'PANIC QUICK QUICK YOU'RE IN DANGER, PANIC MUTHERFUCKER PANIC!!!!!' Where the fuck did bird flu go, on Sky News (Murdoch owned English 'news' (laughable) station) they had minute by minute updates on how bird flu was spreading faster and faster, then all of a sudden its fucking gone! Some celeb had no knickers on or a freakin monkey that could skateboard (ahh that was a story!). I read today that swine flu could kill 120 million people! Well I'm gonna rejoin that story once it tops the hundred mil! Until then I'm gonna carry on ignoring mainstream news.

Come on swine flu knock 'em down, I dare ya!

Donkey sex books in madrid with Missus

Where have I been? Not really sure I know, but I'll fill you in dear reader briefly:

I finally got a bit of work, painted a friends house in Arklow, about 50 miles from me, a couple of weeks ago, I decided to stay with my parents to cut the commute in half and work long days to finish fast and make some money. I'm not a big fan of staying with my parents...

Last week Missus and myself ventured to Madrid for the week to get a bit of sun and see her family. It was good to get away, get some walks in, sit in the park and read in the sun whilst going red. And of course see the donkeys in her village, ahh I love the donkeys, I have included a photo taken last summer of me with two of Missus fathers three donkeys. I am the one in the centre if you are confused. As you can see I feel right at home here.


I have almost finished Zacharia Sitchins The Twelfth Planet and am surprised to have really enjoyed it so far. I have just ordered the second book in a series of seven I think. Basically Sitchin claims, by using the Old Testament and Gospels, along with 25,000 stone tablets that were found I dont know how many years ago that claim to detail how life on our world was seeded. I bought this book on amazon or ebay last summer for about one pound and regularly put it off as I assumed I'd be bored to tears. But I have been so surprised. I really like Sitchins approach, in most cases he simply places the evidence on the table and allows the reader to decide. And the amount of research into these theorys and the amount of highly acclaimed Egyptologists, Mesopotamiologysts (I think I half made that word up) etc. involved blew me away. In short the Bible references the Nefilm and Annunaki, and these tablets also refer to them and describe that they were a race of beings who landed on earth from a 12th Planet, I think around half a million years ago, bred with early humans, pre neo cortex, and created us. Now there is six books ahead of me so who knows what is next. Obviously there is people out there calling him a crazy, I'm drawn to the crazy, I distrust the normal, I like those who think outside the box, and even better if they have mountainous amounts of research to back up their ideas, more power to 'em! I have since bought Gods of Eden which I think is the similar subject from a different angle. Where I went wrong, I know the whole don't judge a book by its cover, but the covers of most of his books in my opinion are dreadful, they look like some sci-fi fantasy crap, also I googled the guy months ago, watched clips of him on youtube, all that stuff. The problem being he is followed by many different groups, alot of which kind of put me off his message. Dear reader I do recommend reading this, however I suggest staying away from internet research prior.

Also on the reading list I bought Nancy Fridays Men In Love (ebay cheapy) which is her research and actual accounts of mens sexual fantasies, I had previously read her My Secret Garden which referred to womens sexual fantasies and enjoyed it, a lot.
When I was in college I met an artist in an AA meeting named Doug. Doug was a photographer, sculptor, painter, and probably more. He had a studio out the back of his house. We knew each other from meetings only but were on the same wavelenght. He asked me to pose nude for some photos that he would then manipulate with photoshop, this new kind of photoshop art. I needed the cash and saw this as a challenge so agreed. I posed for about three days, one day per week and a few months later he had an exhibition nearby and there was my skinny body with my enormous penis (I'll try get missus to write an entry here). I was not too impressed with the artwork, photography yes, photoshop art I aint too sure. Anyway afterwards Doug gave me a few large printouts to keep which I wrapped up and stuckin a plastic bag and forgot about. I then moved around a bit and at times had to move all my stuff to my parents house to store the crap until I was into my new place. Basically I forgot about the nudy pics and left them in a room in my parents house, six months ago they put the house up for sale and cleared the place out, moving most of my place up into the attic until the house would sell. Thats when I remembered my penis pix and felt a bit strange. So I said nothing and waited, last week they went on holiday for a week so I drove out to the house to get into the attic to try to find 'em. I did find them, plastic bag open, other posters from my room stuffed in, highly likely one of my parents wondered what was in the bag and had a look.

These pictures are very strange, almost all totally nude, one is me trying to kill another me with a spear wearing some kind of roman accessories, and I have been placed at the top of a hill near my house overlooking the bay. My parents really would not understand what they are looking at. Of course all the pictures were taken in his studio but I dont think my parents would get that the backrounds are added in later. Maybe they would not be surprised, I've kind of been the black sheep problem child for most of my life so I suppose they don't expect me to suddenly be an average dull son. Anyway, shit happens, I got them back, Missus saw them last night, she liked 'em but didnt order me to begin bedroom gymnastics instantly, sadly. I had hoped that the sight of my twinkle stick hanging out an me in some bizzare costume would ignite her knickers, maybe tomorrow I'll drag the photos out again an see what happens.

I do have more to say dear reader but will save it till another day. Stay in school, don't do drugs an all that shite. Oh and thanks for the email Rayeeschil

mE tinKz mE brOkE Me bRainz

Hola crackerjackers, this is not an offical entry, WHY? I hear you all scream (okay maybe not), well because the truth is my brain has stopped working, I have become an unemployed undisciplined bum. I wont list the things I do to fill my days, lets just sum it up by saying I do nothing productive.

I finished Confessions of an Economic Hitman by John Perkins, which confirmed my already almost confirmed thoughts on the way the world works - corrupt as a corrupt guy doing corrupt things while serving time in prision for corruption.

Last night I went to a lecture in Trinity College with Missus (where Missus works) to hear Norman Doidge speak about his book The Brain That Changes Itself. I've been interested in the brain for a few years and read bit, but certainly do not have the brain to handle the heavy scientific stuff.

This morning I received in the post Russell Brands My Booky Wook which I bought on Ebay for next to nothing, I had started Falling Leaves by Adeline Yen Mah (I found her previous book about her childhood in our apartment in Croatia last summer so had to read the follow-up). Do you notice a trend here dear reader down to trashy celeb autobiography, my justification is he is a recovering drug and and alcohol and sex addict, I've yet to address my sex issues with animals (wildebeest) I DONT HAVE A PROBLEM!!
I just heard on the radio about the Samonan woman who gave birth in the toilet on a plane to New Zealand and left the baby in the bin and returned to her seat. Lovely!

Also George Bush is to write a book on descision making. Listen, I'm broke and unemployed but I'll sell my ass to get a copy of this thing, but I have no doubt it would be a thousand times better a read if there was no editors or proof readers. Just let Georgy scribble it himself in his own languange and then we can try descipher it to pass the time.

In the past two weeks I have been to the theatre three times, am trying to reconnect with the arts. Tonight I go again, this time to see a friend in King Lear, before returning to watch Gordon Ramsays Kitchen Nightmares - from creative to trash, you figure it out!

Unite or sink!

Over the past week I have ventured into the blogosphere (I hate that word too) of both republican and democrat blogs. I don't mean bloggers who have a blog and just happen to vote for one party, I mean bloggers who solely write in support of their chosen party and attack the opposition.

I certainly question Obama, to be honest I'd say I both distrust and dislike the man, but I neither think he is the anti-christ nor the savior. That is not to discount his is an extremely difficult position due to Bush (soo tempted to just use a string of insults!) If I had a bit more discipline I'd like to write on Obamas upcoming space program (while the country is beyond broke), his close knit relationship with the Federal Reserve (the men who own America), Hillary Clinton (how many scandals follow this woman around? along with her 'unshakable support for Israel'). Of course the $900m given in aid to the Palestinians has strings attached. Makes me wonder why Israel has always been so important to the US, hmmm, anyone for Zionism?

I'm Irish, I live in Ireland, so I'm neither Democrat nor Republican, personally I believe they are the same party run by the same people at the very top, lets face it the results between the two over the years hardly differ much. I have relations in New Jersey who were die hard George Bush supporters till his last day, they believe every word he says . That scares me, no matter who I support I have to question their policies, and their motives. I aint gonna blindly support anybody.

Over the last eight years the amount of questionable moves Bush made is endless, one of these that really interests me is the sale of US shipping ports to the United Arab Emirates (between large and small ports 8 are American managed 80 are foreign managed). Surely if you have terrorists planning to attack your country you wanna retain control over the ports George? In these sold off ports the US no longer enforces security, nor does the US have control over what enters and leaves in shipping containers. So now that some of these companies are struggling to pay port charges, they are refusing to dock, but with the US no longer in control their hands are tied. In places like California (bankrupt) this could lead to dire consequences, who pays the port fees to receive much needed goods, food etc.? Nice move George!

I support neither party, but I do not see the point of running a blog to solely attack anyone who is a democrat or republican. To anyone who claims to support your country, if you trust your party or government so much, then you should be comfortable to debate your beliefs with non believers without mudslinging. That means without childish name calling, our team is better than yours nonsense.

In the US I don't think democracy works, half the population had to suffer through Bush's reign and now about half the population have to suffer through Obama. What is worse though is both groups seem to hate each other. The country is fucked (as is mine and many more), that is not an overstatement, this is the largest economic crash on record, hundred year old banks and businesses are shutting down, for good. The US owes $601,382,282,754 to the Federal Reserve, a private bank owned by around thirteen families. It is not federal, it is not for the good of the people, it is not backed by gold and its owners certainly do not give a shit about you and your mortage. What happened during the nineteen twenties crash was those with the money, the same guys who now own the Fed bought fucking everything! As prices plummeted these guys bought car firms, energy firms, entire streets in New York and other cities. That's why these days all the larger companies in the world own all the not so large.

Gavins final thought:
A few years ago maybe it was okay to hate your neighbours beliefs, and blindly believe anything you heard on the news. But these days things are different, maybe now its time for us to try to have a little more respect for each others views, sure we disagree, thats okay, but as the shit is beginning to hit the fan the time is fast approaching when the only help we may have is from that neighbour with the crazy beliefs, cos the government most likely will not come running to our rescue.

My Life as a Retired Gent

Well, fellow Cracker Jackers, its been one week since my last confession and this is how interesting my life is, behold dear reader, do not reach for the bottle of bottle of Valium to end your wretched existence, you too can attain a life of such dizzy heights as mine. Sigh, weep, sniff.

This past week I have:

Dug out my ol Rubiks Cube with the aim of mastering the beast, it sure is tough but I'm getting there! But check out this 6 year old kid, I'm presently trying to track him down to give him the job of Taoiseach (Irish Prime Minister) as I'm positive this kid has the necessary skills, plus he's obviously freakin Spiderman, I mean holy shit! By the way here is a very short article on the salaries of our moronic leaders, the world over, did you know the Irish Prime Minister earns about the same as Obama? Ireland = Banana Republic.




Reading Suttree by Cormac McCarthy. Think I may need glasses, the text in this book is quite small (and there's no pictures, awww) and my eyes have been stinging for the past few days.


Yesterday I bought and started Parallel World by Nick Sanders, its a motorcycle travel book (Ohh baby, motorbike porn!!!) of a guy who drove 55,000 miles around the world in 120 days, alone. This to me is heaven, the dream.

As with last week, today I have contemplated buying The Creature from Jekyll Island: A Second Look at the Federal Reserve by G. Edward Griffin, I'm trying not to spend money but think I'll have to go for it cos it sounds fascinating. I watched some google and youtube clips of the author an I like what he has to say.
Next I'll start Confessions of an Economic Hitman by John Perkins

Your challenge this week dear reader is to stay away from sniffing petrol, I think you can do it!