... should prove to be interesting to say the least. With the planned "no shows" as a protest happening all over the country in response to the latest illegal immigration issue... I just may be playing to an empty house.

I'll let you know what happens.

Well, only a quarter of our students turned up today and driving around the streets of the city was creepy empty.

When Kien was here over a month ago we had a conversation about a movie we both saw and loved back in Malaysia as prepubescent boys. It's actually pretty obscure here in the U.S. The movie was S.W.A.L.K. (aka Melody) and starred Jack Wild, Mark Lester and Tracy Hyde. Basically, the story revolved around these 2 ten year olds who fall in love and want to get married. A sweet charming story told from the kid's point of view that was Alan Parker's first produced screenplay. The soundtrack featured The Bee Gees. Truth be told, we loved the movie also because we both had a major crush on Tracy Hyde.
Anyway, I was surfing this weekend and discover that the movie has this amazing cult following in Asia. In fact, the only known DVD release was done in Japan. Here is a page of video samples from the movie. This one is one of my favorites. While surfing to all these sites I began waxing nostalgic on all the different crushes I had growing up... frankly, it made me laugh out loud at my own dorkiness. To that end I'm now seriously considering ordering said DVD. Oh Kien... here is a site you may enjoy... and most of the shooting of the movie was done around Lambeth! LOL!

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... the street under this tree smoking a cig while on break at work. The 10 or 15 minutes I spend at this location every week day provides me the solace needed away from the constant hub-bub that occurs in the building across the street. It is on these breaks that I have the opportunity to compose my thoughts and draft a mental checklist of how to accomplish the tasks for the rest of the day. In about a month... I shall miss this tree... but not the solace.

So far, this weekend has been a pleasant one... and much has been accomplished with the various cleaning projects around the homestead. Many want picture evidence of the changes... and they will be coming soon.

Now back to the cleaning/organizing grind.

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... and I'm still cleaning. LOL! Transforming this was only part of the diabolical plan. There is more involved with this project. And Solitaire hit it on the nose... all of this (including the blog template) is part of my "new chapter". Once everything is completed I'll make sure you get a full report.

For all of you who came by to check out my HNT... a BIG THANK YOU! For those of you who came by and left a kind comment a BIGGER THANK YOU!

Not much else to say at the moment so I guess I'll just post my weekend movie selection for this week.

Now The Tall Guy has been a particular favorite of mine for quite a while. Written by Richard Curtis, this romantic comedy has left me in stitches on several occasions. There is a witty, quirky and lovable quality to this film that follows the misadventures of Dexter (Jeff Goldblum) - an actor sentenced to play the thankless role of "the other guy" in a one man comedy revue... where he isn't the star!

Throw in the practical, no-nonsense charms of nurse Kate Lemon (Emma Thompson) as the other half of the romance. Heap in the assholeness of Ron Anderson (Rowan Atkinson) as the star of said one man comedy revue. Stir in one of the messiest and funniest sex scenes ever filmed. Sprinkle in the absurdity of staging a musical version of The Elephant Man... and you have The Tall Guy.

Apart from being high on my personal list of great "date movies" (if my date doesn't like this movie... it's time to look for another)... I have also been known to quote a certain obscure line from it on more than one occasion.
"And you all presumably know me... I'm Gavin."
Needless to say, this has left many around me totally befuddled (which Zonthar can attest to... is my sacred mission in life.) If you are a theatre nerd... there are so many "in" jokes it will set your head spinning. If you're not, the movie still works it's charm nevertheless. I actually have a theory that the character Emma plays here is continued years later in the character she plays in"Love Actually" (another Richard Curtis movie I like a lot).

EDIT: 10:47 AM - Here is another quote from the movie:

Ron Anderson: Listen, Dexter, is there something troubling you? Something that you would like to talk to someone about?
Dexter: Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is...
Ron Anderson: Then for fuck's sake talk to someone about it, will you? And sort it out before I sack you and hire a lobotomized monkey to play your role. Okay?

Anyway, do yourself a favor of mirth and check it out!


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And thus ends this series of Shadow & Skin in Sepia. My friend and special guest, Dragonfly was kind enough to help me on this one. I can personally attest that she is as lovely in full living color as she is in sepia.

Because this is the last in this series... there is a bonus pic.

Cheers and Happy HNT!

And here is the bonus pic below.

If you want to comment (and are not already at my home page) click here to get back there and click "Spewed" under the post for Haloscan comments.


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...so, I thought I'd inform/warn you that I'll be posting the final in the series of Shadow and Skin in Sepia later in the day.

So, come on back now... you hear?


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... this blog has changed to Haloscan. The old comments from previous posts can still be read by clicking the title to those posts.

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... as I'll be up to my eyeballs in work. I'll try to be back on Wednesday. Cheers!

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... to see if I'll like it enough to keep. So far I like the clean look of it.

BTW... click the number nect to the post title to comment. I might eventually go halosscan for the comment function. Just give me some time to fiddle with stuff.

Carry on as you were.


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... tonight for tomorrow... but here is something to hold you over.

On Fridays I will post a weekend movie selection. I will begin with this movie... Kundun (which means "Ocean of Wisdom" or "The Presence"). If you have not seen it yet... you really should. It was directed by Martin Scorsese. This movie cronicles the life of the Dalai Lama up to his exile in India. It's a visual feast that is quite unlike any movie we have been conditioned by Hollywood to experience. Most western reviewers had a problem with this movie... I think because it didn't fit within the safe and standard mold that they set for themselves. I love it. I think it is one of Scorsese's masterpieces (perhaps that is what the reviewers could not shake... perhaps they wanted to see a Tibetan Goodfellas... LOL!) The movie treats the audience as intellengent individuals and doesn't go out of it's way to explain what and why... but simply presents what is.

It's one of those movies that I pull out every 6 months or so to remind me that we are all here to fullfill a purpose. That life is a challenge... and that we can meet it with grace. There is a wonderful scene when the "chosen"as a child is told that his purpose in this life is to love... to simply love. If every child is told and reminded of that... hmmm... think of the posibilities. So, if you are looking for an experience unlike any other... watch it this weekend.

And if you do... let me know what you thought of it.

I'll update later in the afternoon.


So, over the next couple of days I will be doing something about this mess. I'm excited about it because a couple of new purchases will be part of this "makeover." In fact, I'm starting this evening with the help of a couple of friends. After which we are planning on trying out the "USA approved" bottle of absinthe that I found available at a local liquor store. Sure, it will probably lack the wormwood... so, the green fairy may not dance with us like she did last Summer,,, but hey, it's worth a shot. I'll post pics one the makeover is compete.


* I'm considering a new template for my blog.
* whackman has bitten at the bait and posted more pics.
* The opposite of love is indifference.

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This continues the series I began last week. My special guest this week is my friend, Talon. I think you'll agree that she is a beautiful woman.

Cheers and Happy HNT!


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... at work which pisses me off. The reason? The computer class I teach uses blogs for assignments. Need to send an email to the IT dept. and get them to unblock it... again. I get to work today with a good mood after a week off for Spring Break to find this. Bugger!

Anyway, I accomplished last week what I had set out to do... which was as little as possible - and it was glorious! Now back to the grind for a bit. It's all about prep for this next chapter. There is the possibility of 2 or 3 things in the works now that ... if they work out will be wonderful. I'll clue you in on more as things get solidified.

EDIT: Oh, go to my friend whackman's blog and vote for your favorite picture of him. Perhaps it wil spur him to blog a little more than he has.

EDIT 2: Since everyone else has got one...

Напиши еще?

You too can get your name spelt out by naked Russian contortionists... just click here.

EDIT 3: Now click here for a video musical interlude before I post my HNT for this week!

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... of my life is to clear up this crap. Yes, I am a messy and untidy individual... but even this has become too much for me. Besides, if it truly is going to be a new chapter that I embark on, then I should have new shit to deal (play) with. To that end I spent some money and made some purchases this weekend to facilitate some change. I'll keep you all posted on how it goes. There may even be picture evidence.

The sun has come out today. It's a good thing because the wet weather the last couple of months was becoming a little tiresome. This is the kind of weather that inspires me to dig in the dirt and plant my vege garden... which I plan to do this coming weekend. Yay, for fresh veges right off the plant!

Thanks to those of you who left well wishes for my Mum. She is feeling better and has begun pottering around the homestead again.

Oh yeah, some of you noticed my new banner header. Thanks for noticing. :) I was playing around this weekend and thought I'd make one.

Oh, and... "TITANIC 2" WTF??? ROFLMAO (I had embedded the video earlier but it was screwing up the blog... but click the link if you want to see it.)

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Ladybug's post this morning stated that this is a season of new beginnings. I think that just about sums it up. May yours be wonderful!

May you and yours have a wonderful Easter!

BTW... the cascade of jasmine in the picture grows in front of my house. It blooms once a year and I thought I'd share it with you. I apologize I can't share the heady fragrance that comes from it.

I'll update after lunch.

12:36: After Lunch
I was invited last night for a barbecue of at Thereminman's beautiful abode. I elected not to go because my mother had fallen the day before and I thought it would be wise to stay close to the homestead since she was still feeling a little wobbly.

Later in the evening, after Mum had hit the sack I met a friend for drinks at Lipari's, a new restaurant/bar that has recently opened up in the Tower District. Their bar area is pretty cool with an indoor/outdoor feel to it. Anyway, the bartender came over and I spotted her tats... and took a picture of them. I thought they were pretty cool.

After drinks, on the way home, I thought I'd stop to catch-up with my ex-brother-in-law. Lo and behold, he had snuck away last month and gotten married. He seemed happy about it. I wish him well. He is one of those good souls to have around. Got home at about 10 to get a visit from a good friend who lives in LA. We managed to chat and catch-up until past midnight. So, I did miss a barbecue... but got some great catch-up time out of it anyway.

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This is the final section to the show "Lies My Father Told Me" which premiered at the 2006 Rogue Performance Festival. I just realized last week that this section is being posted on my father's birthday.

Click below for the parts you missed:

Sit back, relax and take it in.

Back to that afternoon in 1967. Now my father was ill off and on when I was growing up and there were times his illness kept him bed ridden for several days at a time. This was one of those times when my cousins would sit around his bed and he would gently tell us stories. It was on this afternoon that he told us the mother of all stories.

It was another jungle hunting story involving his friends Chin and Mat. It was a year after the incident at the salt lick and since then Mat had refused to take them back to any salt licks.

There was a convergence of holidays coming up which provided them a full 5 days off work. This provided an exciting prospect of camping and hunting in the jungle for at least 3 nights. Until this time their hunting trips were overnighters. It was a trip that was in the planning for at least 2 months… and the destination was in the neighboring state of Pahang.

Chin who had gotten married only six months before and as they trekked into the jungle my father and Mat were teasing him with this song.

Again, again and again,
Again, again and again,
When I was single my pocket was jingle,
I wished I was single again.

If you haven’t guessed it yet… this is the sing-along section of the show…

I wish I was single again,
I wish I was single again,
When I was single my pocket was jingle,
I wished I was single again.

Suddenly Mat’s hand went up motioning for quiet. When the singing stopped they could hear the babbling waters of a jungle stream nearby. What was unusual were the shouts and screams of female voices coming from the same direction. Without hesitation they headed to where these shouts were coming from. Within seconds they saw the stream and the figures of bathing native women frantically pointing to the whitewater further downstream. As the guys got closer they caught the glimpse of a female head disappear into the rush of the fierce current.

Without hesitation Harold gives his gun to Mat and dives into the water swimming as quickly as he can to where he saw the head disappear. He reaches the spot and plunges his arm into the water frantically grabbing for whatever was down there. On his third try … from behind, he feels a hand grab his leg. He swings around… plunges his hand into the water and grabs a handful of hair. By this time Mat and Chin have formed a short human from the bank. Mat extends his blowpipe. With his free hand Harold grabs on to it and is pulled to the banks of the river along with the naked girl. The women gather around.

The Chin and Harold collectively decide to try resuscitating the girl. Mat is not happy with this at all. He keeps telling them to leave her alone.

She grabbed me, Mat! She grabbed me in the water, She can be saved! “ Harold shoots back.

They begin CPR. The women begin to get more and more agitated. After several attempts the girl coughs, spits out water and revives. Harold and Chin look up. The women are gone. Mat is standing there with a glum look on his face.

We are going to die. She is Senoi. We are going to die.” He says.

Chin pulls a sarong from his knapsack and covers the girl who can’t be more than 15.

Which way did the women go?

We are going to die.

Mat which way did the women run?

Mat points north. Harold picks up the girl.

We have to get her back.

Leave her or we will die.

We cannot leave her here, Mat. Show us the way.

I will not go.


You don’t understand. The Senoi… they bury their dead around the village for protection. If you walk wrong.. it’s a very big pantang (curse).”

At this point Mat turns around and disappears into the jungle leaving Harold and Chin to fend for themselves. Chin picks up their knapsacks and rifles. Harold picks up the girl who is still out of it and they head in the direction that the women had fled.

Within 5 minutes of walking they are surrounded by several men in loincloth. Blowpipes and spears are pointed at them. Chin is relieved of the rifles and knapsacks. One of these men then motions for Harold and Chin to follow his lead. The sun is beginning to set. Soon they enter the encampment of this indigenous tribe. The entire tribe of about 50 is present. Harold is motioned to lay the girl on the ground and step back.

3 women step forward and carry the girl into a nearby hut. An elder approaches Harold and Chin and addresses them in broken Malay. He points to a hut.

You will eat and you will sleep here tonight. You have insulted the spirit of the river, We must dream on this. Our dreams will decide what will become of you.

Harold and Chin are given roasted wild tapioca root and some meat to eat. Being members of the Forestry department both of them knew a little about this tribe. Their entire lives and actions were ruled by their dreams. The boys were really hoping that no-one in the tribe had a nightmare that night. Needless to say it was a night of troubled sleep for them.

At sunrise the tribe met and talked. They talked for a long time. It seemed as if each member of the tribe had something to contribute to the discussion in a language that neither of the boys understood. Finally the elder of the tribe who turned out to be the chief named Tok approached the boys and spoke to them.

The dream spirit came to us and told us that your intention was not to harm. You pulling my daughter from the stomach of the river is a good omen. But you must stay with us for 2 nights for a kenduri (celebration) to celebrate the rebirth of my child.

The boys were relieved. That night there was a great celebration of food, drink and dancing. The next morning the tribe met again. When the meeting broke the beaming chief approached the boys.

Tonight we will kenduri again. Tonight my child will be come a woman. The new life you have gifted back to her will be yours to enjoy. Her life now belongs to you.” And saying that, Tok walked away.

Harold knew exactly what the chief was saying. He looked over to Chin who just smiled and began singing…

Again, again and again,
Again, again and again,
When I was single my pocket was jingle,
I wished I was single again.

This was a delicate situation. Refusing the gift of his daughter would be a major insult. How would he get out of this?

By noon the men returned to the village with the kill of a wild boar. Preparations were in full swing for the evening’s festivities. The chief declared that it was indeed a good omen that the kill was male. This was a sign of strength and fertility. Harold could wait no longer… He approached the chief.

Abang,” (elder brother)

Yes, my son.

The situation was getting stickier, and stickier.

I am humbled by this great honor. But Abang, what I did… what I did at the river… I would have done for the child of any of my brothers… for any of my family.”

Suddenly the entire village went silent. After what seemed like an eternity the chief spoke.

You have other brothers?

Dua abang dan satu adik.” (2 elder brothers and one younger.)

You are not the first born in your family?

No, Abang… I am not.

After another long pregnant pause, the chief walked over to the carcass of wild boar lifted the hind quarters and inspected the genitalia of the beast.

This truly is a magnificent male.” After another long pause he said, “We will kenduri tonight… and tonight you shall have a new Abang and I will have a new Adik.

That night at the kenduri a solemn blood ceremony was conducted. The chief Tok and Harold became brothers. Harold was presented with the knife used in the ceremony by his new blood brother.

We are now dream brothers. As my Adik, this dagger is my gift of protection to you. After tonight it shall never more be used to harm or draw blood. Our blood has mingled on it. You will carry it with you at all times. Each day when you awaken from the world of dreams… if the blade is bright and clear… your day will be so. If the blade appears dull and rusted be on your guard for harm. When you leave in the morning know that I will always be with you in your dreams. Your joy will be my joy and your pain will be my pain.

The next day Harold and Chin were escorted to the edge of the jungle by Tok and his men. Once they were within sight of a road… Tok and his men disappeared back into the jungle.

The story ended leaving a silence in the room. After several minutes one of my cousins piped up.

Did the knife work?

My father smiled. We all recognized that I’m-about-to-launch-into-another-story twinkle in his eyes. We collectively leaned forward and braced ourselves.

It was 1943 or 1944 and the Japanese had now occupied Malaya for a couple of years. Harold still had his job at the Forestry Department and this afforded him access to the company Jeep which he used every weekend to visit his parents in Seremban.

On one of these weekends a friend hitched a ride with him. Since he had received the knife, it was now Harold’s daily routine to unsheathe it every morning. On that Sunday when he did, the knife was totally rusted over. This was not a good sign. Harold wasn’t due back at work until Wednesday but his friend had a work project to complete on Monday. So, Harold gave his friend the keys to the jeep with the strict instructions to return on Tuesday to pick him up.

By Tuesday evening there was still no sign of the jeep or his friend. Harold had to hop a bus back to the city and was naturally pretty pissed off at his friend. When he got to the bus terminal in the city he was surprised to be met by his work mate, Chin.

Don’t go to work tomorrow.” Chin whispered grimly. “I’m not going either.

Why not? What happened?

Your jeep was ambushed outside Kajang by the Japanese Sunday night... and the driver was killed."


"They thought it was you.

Chin explained that the list had been found. It was the short list of locals who were issued with gun licenses by the former British Administration. Because of this, everyone on it was now a suspected British agent. Harold spent the rest of the war laying low sometimes under the guise of an assumed identity and Chin joined a band of freedom fighters in the jungle.
And the knife?

(The teller reaches for the Keris on the table and unsheathes it. Holds it up.)

This isn’t it.

After this story was done all us kids around the bed, almost in unison, demanded to know where the knife was. He simply smiled looked at us and said, “I lost it at the end of the war.”

My cousins and me over the years often discussed the validity of the stories that my father had told us. See, my father was quite the movie fan. He especially loved the movies of Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astaire and Johnny Weissmuller. We finally came to the conclusion that perhaps… just perhaps he had seen one movie too many.

But I did finally get my blowpipe. Several months after cutting the lock of hair he came home with it. He explained that he wanted me to have a real blowpipe that was custom made for me… not something that a tourist would buy. It was made by an aborigine friend who he worked with. He showed me how the bindings had bits of my hair in the weave.

But the story doesn’t end there. When I was 10 we were going on a family vacation to Kuantan on the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia. One of my cousins was joining us on this trip.

On the morning of the trip, in the car my father looks at my cousin and me, “If you see a group of aborigine people on the side of the road… make sure you tell me.

Why, Dad?

I had a dream about my blood brother last night.

My cousin and I look at each other with good natured cynical doubt in our eyes. My cousin whispers in my ear. “He just cannot let a good story go, can he?” For the next hour in the car both of us are giggling with each other.

A hundred miles later just as the car weaves through the 2 lane highway my cousin and I spot a small group of aborigines emerge from the jungle. We immediately alert my father to this. He stops the car, walks over and has a 5 minute conversation with them. He then gets back into the car and we continue our journey to Kuantan.

And what happened to my blowpipe? I lost it on the move here to America.

So, why did I start this show off the way I did? Just for the PG-13 rating? As I was cobbling this piece together I often wondered… especially through those troubled teenage years if I would have sassed him like that… like most teenagers are wont to do.

See, my Dad died when I was 12. He was sick off and on especially for the last 5 years of his life… the same period in my young life when I was the prime age to share adventures with. He was not a wealthy man so there was no inheritance... just these stories. Sneaky bastard… even from his sick-bed he had found a way to take me to places and share adventures with me that I would not trade for the world. What more could I have asked for?

Let’s face it… throughout our lives we will lose things and people… but for good or bad if we choose to discard our stories… how much of ourselves will we be losing? I have these stories (PAUSE) What do you have?

(The teller pulls the pith helmet over his eyes. Cue Music. Lights fade to dark.)

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Happy Birthday, Dad!

Excerpt from "Lies My Father Told Me" copyright 2006 Marcel Nunis.
Permission to use any part of this excerpt can be aquired by e-mailing the playwright at whoelse@marcelnunis.com

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Today I begin a new series for HNT called Shadow & Skin in Sepia. Just an exploration of shots using sepia tone.

Yeah, I'm posting early because blogger is being a bugger today.

To be fair I thought I'd feature pics of myself for this initial one.

In the following weeks a couple of guests will be featured.

So, here goes the first in the series.
Cheers & Happy HNT!


Come back on Friday for the 4th and final installment of "Lies My Father Told Me"


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... the big meeting yesterday. LOL! Woke at 8 and made the executive decision that I wasn't done with my warm cozy bed. Besides, my friend Jag was going to be at the meeting to brag on behalf of the Rogue. I finally rolled out of bed at 9:30 or so. Called Jag to meet me at the coffeeshop. He breezed in at around 10:30 and was beaming about the stellar response at the meeting. Since it was also his birthday... I had promised to take him out on a bender. We picked up JJ and proceeded to our usual watering-hole, Livingstone's, and by 11:30 AM pounded our first drink.
A couple of hours later we decided to move operations to the patio of Veni Vidi Vici's and continued our quest. Lots of talk, laughing and fellowship was had by all. Let's just say that copious amounts were consumed and I rolled back to the homested by 7:30 PM.

Ahhh... Spring Break... ya gotta love it!

Anyway, did anyone watch this latest version of The 10 Commandments? I did. (Been in an epic sort of mood anyway.) It really wasn't bad. I kind of liked this version of a pissed off, surley, I don't understand why God chose me, Moses. Now the Ramses in this one was no Yul Brynner... but who is?

"Moses, Moses, Moses..."

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I'm off to a meeting for the local Arts Coalition. I suspect there'll be some bragging that will be done over the Festival numbers.

Apart from coffee today I did go pay ye ole property tax. So that put quite the dent in the checking account. Good thing I'm getting a refund from the Federalis. I'll probably squirrel most of it away in savings... though some of it will be spent on myself. Haven't quite figured on what quite yet. I'm sure it will be on something completely useless and unneccessary.

More later... perhaps...

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... and I liked it. The much awaited Spring Break is here and I lived out my standard answer to what I was going to do for it... as little as possible.

Saturday was shopping day. Supplies had to be stocked but I was done by early afternoon. From that point on my activities included lounging, napping, movies and an easily (arm's length) reachable supply of food and drink. And on Sunday was the same with the exception that I started watching movies from 7 AM. A glorious start to a not working week.

This morning I just may head over to the local coffee-shop and gab with the gang about nothing in particular.

I'll give you an update when I get back all hopped up on the java bean.


So I got the following email a couple of days ago from my friend Lawyer S:...

My friend Charlie (Tom's Trains) got his first new shoes in 10 years. Problem feet. Each foot a different size. So, my friend Charlie bought two pairs -- evidently during a black out. Charlie claims a pretty woman went by just as he was picking up the box for the second pair and that he remembers nothing until outside the store carrying his new shoes.Yes, I made that last sentence up, so if you want construct your own damn version.There will be a public burning of the 10 year old pair in a few days at Charlie's 60th birthday party where the theme will be "Senility Can Never Come Too Soon".

Anyway, today I get to the coffeeshop and run into Charlie. Here is photographic evidence of the offending footwear in question. (click for larger views.)

So, there is a shoe burning in a couple of weeks. I'll try to get photographic evidence of that too.

Now I get back to lounging for another movie marathon.

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This is the third section of the solo performance show "Lies My Father Told Me" that premiered at the 2006 Rogue Performance Festival.

Click below for the parts you missed:
Part 1
Part 2

So, sit back and take it in.

The final installment will be posted April 14.

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Malaya was part of the British Colonial Empire. The world that Somerset Maugham had written about still existed when Harold was growing up. The white British Tuan consisted mainly of government administrators, soldiers and planters. The planters would still dress for dinner and swat mosquitoes while sipping on gin and tonics and stengahs on the verandah in the evenings. Dinner was then usually served by their local servants dressed in starched whites. Mind you, this was just a few years away from the end of a 200 year colonial rule… they just didn’t know it at the time.

They had it good with their expat only dances, tombolas, affairs and other fun activities. One of of these fun activities was hunting in the jungle. Where the colonial masters engaged in trophy hunting… the locals preferred food hunting… usually wild boars or deer.

In order to quell the possibility of an internal uprising it was very difficult for a local to get a gun license. So, when Harold was issued a much converted license he took up the sport of hunting. How did he get one? Straight out of High School he secured a government job in the Department of Forestry where a hunting rifle was standard issue. He was one of the special few and his name was added to a short list of locals… outside of the armed forces allowed to carry a gun.

But I digress… Harold was all of 19 years old at the time. So, with the fire of youth coursing through his veins he went out into the jungle every few weeks or so hunting for wild boar…. Usually with another mate from work named Chin and an aborigine guide named Mat.

Now Harold and Chin had been unlucky in their last 3 attempts at hunting wild boar and were being scoffed at the office and ridiculed at home. So, they were determined for a “sure thing” and emphatically communicated this to Mat over drinks at the Colisum Cafe. After much deliberation and a small bribe of cigarettes Mat agreed to provide them with the sure thing.

On the day of the much anticipated hunting trip, Mat lead Harold and Chin deep into the jungle… the boys with their Government Issue rifles and Mat with his weapon of choice… a blowpipe. As they walked through the steamy jungle Mat told them that he would take them to a salt lick. Think of a salt lick as a … sort of jungle vitamin bar where animals came to get their mineral supplements from. Sometimes it was a small pond… usually just a muddy area smack dab in the middle of the jungle.

Mat first lead them to a jungle stream. Both Harold and Chin were instructed to bathe in it. Then they were informed that this was their last chance to relieve themselves for the next 24 hours. Harold and Chin didn’t really need to go. Mat refused to accept this. Both men ventured a little down stream and tried… nothing. They came back to Mat and told him so. Mat walked along the banks of the stream… plucked the leaves off 3 different bushes and gave it to them.

Chew on this.

They did. Within 3 minutes… they suddenly really needed to go. Within half an hour… any possible human waste in their systems was completely expunged… which frankly left them a little lightheaded.

Mat smiled, raised his blowpipe to his mouth … aimed at the trees and phut! Keeping his focus on the trees he took out another dart… dipped it into a small bamboo vial that held the sap of the Ipoh tree… loaded it into his blowpipe and once again… phut! Within seconds a squirrel fell to the ground... shortly after, another squirrel. After a meal of roasted squirrels, and as the sun was low in the sky it was time to head across the stream into the jungle.

Within an hour they approached the lick … which in this case was just a muddy patch. They were strictly instructed to grab some of the mud and rub it all over themselves. This was to mask the human odor while they were in the area. They then climbed up the biggest tree next to the lick and each of them situated themselves on the hugh boughs that hung 20 feet over the lick. Mat had determined that the big leaves of the tree were sufficient camouflage. From this point the rule was… lean up against the trunk, get comfortable… not a move or sound until you were sure of a kill.

After several hours the only thing that came by was a fox. Well, they were after big game... at the very least a Wild Boar… not some puny fox. So, they watched it lick the mud and saunter back into the dark of the jungle.

In the dark of night the shafts of moonbeams provided enough illumination over the lick for them to see quite well. They decided to take turns to keep watch.

Sometime during the night, Mat stirred the boys and pointed to his ear. The boys became suddenly aware that all the usual jungle noises had ceased. He then pointed to the south side of the lick. Harold and Chin squinted to see the slow graceful silent saunter of a tiger approaching. They looked at each other with a mixture of elation and fear… the sight of this magnificent creature was both beautiful and terrifying. Bringing back a tiger would surely raise their esteem among their work mates and families.

The tiger dropped it’s head to lick at the mud. Then it stopped and looked straight ahead… something else was approaching. The boys heard a rustling behind them. They turned to look and it was an elephant. The tiger took a few steps back and growled. The elephant answered with a trumpet.

Both animals began circling the patch of mud facing off for first dibs to the rights of the lick. Each animal determined in asserting their dominance on the other. Both using their massive vocal force to tell the other to piss off!
The growls and trumpets began to take a more and more violent and otherworldly pitch.

The guys pressed themselves up against the trunk as the vibrations of these fierce sounds reverberated through their bodies. This face-off of nature was playing out less than 20 feet below them. What seemed like the safety of a towering height now felt way too close for comfort. This combined screech of nature kept rising and rising to a fevered pitch... then, it suddenly stopped. All that could be heard was a popping sound. Both animals scurried into the dark safety of the jungle.

Mat and Chin looked around to see where this popping sound was coming from. Finally they looked at Harold. His white shorts were wet and stained yellow. A stream of pee ran down his legs and was dripping on the huge leaves on it’s way to the ground. These two mighty beasts were silenced by this sound of dripping piss on leaves.

Mat finally broke the silence.

This place is no good now for the next 4 weeks. Until the scent of your kenching disappears … the animals will not come back.

Harold had literally pissed that hunting trip away.

This was one of the stories that had me fascinated as a boy… especially with blowpipes. Several weeks after my birthday picnic I casually mentioned the blowpipe again.

Dad, can we go out today to buy a blowpipe?

He mussed the hair on my head.

It’s getting long.”

He said, then summoned me to fetch a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut a lock of hair off my head which he carefully put in an envelope.

Young man, it’s time to go to the barbershop.

And off we went to the barbershop and he didn’t mention the blowpipe at all. Perhaps I was being too subtle.



Excerpt from "Lies My Father Told Me" copyright 2006 Marcel Nunis.
Permission to use any part of this excerpt can be aquired by e-mailing the playwright at whoelse@marcelnunis.com

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... HNT post tonight. But only if I get my taxes done. Then on Thursday night I'll post PART 3 of "Lies... ".

More later... perhaps.

6:52 PM: It's later... sooo...

Best Leg Forward HNT in sepia
Not the sexiest of of HNT pics but ya can't have sexy (or the epic) every week. I was over at the Full Circle Brewing earlier. After tipping a few, my friends Fingers B and Gitch decided to help me out with this pic.

Actually the shot came out better than I expected. There's something strangely whimsical about the fact that we all wore white socks.

Anyway, Cheers and Happy HNT!
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And don't forget to come back on Friday for the special Lecram's Blog Theatre presentation of "Lies My Father Told Me - PART 3" (Click to catch up with the intro, Part 1 and Part 2.)

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... fell from the sky as I drove home from work today. I rather enjoyed it actually. Since I've been here the fat variety has been sparse. Mostly it sprinkles with the fine spray sort... what we would call a drizzle back from where I come from. So, the fat raindrops actually got me rather nostalgic for the days back in Malaysia when it poured. Weird how the strangest things can jog the memory to a time and place.

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These are thoughts that may or may not have any validity to any one but me. Thoughts that may have emerged fleeting, half-baked, or not fully realized for rational discussion. Thoughts that may be obtuse, idiotic and hints at me straddling the edge of insanity or extreme stupidity. Thoughts... just thoughts.

Thought #1: Faces tell so much about the person.

Looking at faces I see the nature of the person who wears it. The cover does clue in on the content of the book. It's not about the physical - yet, all about it. The face reveals the heart, soul and desires of the person who owns it. Through the face I get a sense of their past - hurts, joys, and triumphts that rule their present. Even through physical beauty their levels of pettiness, or compassion shines through. The photograph may only capture an instant of this ever evolving mirror to the individual... so, it denies us the "big picture." It is the physical experience of the face within a short amount of time that one can experience the "wholeness" of the person. What drives them... what motivates them... what they want or need... what turns them on or off... what makes them... them. It is the face that we first come into contact with. It is the face that attracts or repels ... that ultimately provides insight about who we are and what we are looking for... what we choose to see or turn a blind eye to.

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I knew this was coming for a while. My role in certain things are complete. Now to contemplate where I'll be taking myself next. The few months ahead will tell.

But on to other matters. The soggy weather we've been having has certainly taken it's toll on the the general citizenry of the Big No. Folks seem a little grouchy and short. Perhaps it is the lack of sunshine? Californians do love their sunshine... they get cranky when it doesn't shine for a few days.

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