The Chronicles of Stay Human

To live like Jesus, in the land of the rising sun

2007-01-02T14:16:00.000+09:00

The Comic

2006-12-26T20:45:00.000+09:00

Jesh

2006-11-05T01:13:00.000+08:00

Prayer before a crucifix

2006-06-30T01:04:00.000+08:00

Behold, O kind and most sweet Jesus, I cast myself upon my knees in Your sight and with the most fervent desire of my soul I pray and beseech You that You would impress upon my heart lively sentiments of faith, hope and charity, with true repentance for my sins and a firm desire of amendment, while with deep affection and grief of soul I ponder within myself and mentally contemplate Your five most precious wounds; having before my eyes that which David spoke in prophecy of You, O good Jesus; they have pierced my hands and my feet; they have numbered all my bones.

I burnt my arm cooking cauliflour soup this evening.

2005-10-17T23:31:00.000+08:00

All assignments completed. Just like that. If all goes to the way it appears to be planned, Stay Human will begin his final teaching practice in no more than 6 days. In no more than 50 days Stay will be a qualified teacher, and, in no more than 90 days, I will be living in an alternate reality on the other side of the planet. Spinny, yes.

Some interesting postings occuring over at the SSOR, looking forward to keeping up on the postings of this Osiris character, interesting flow - which I will ever continue to critique.

Tonight I attempted an experimental cauliflour and potato soup - overall, a success! However, during creation - I decided to pour the cooked soup into a blender (observed this technique on Iron Chef) and bam... cauliflour soup all over the couch, all over my arm, ouch, burnies.

The soup was amazing though.

Odd + interesting sites that have passed my monitor recently:
http://www.strangenewproducts.com
http://plasq.com/
http://www.skype.com/ - talk to anyone, anywhere, for free, forever!

Goodnight for the first time in ages before midnight!
Stay Still can't decide whether to refer to himself in the first person or not Human

Come as you are

2005-10-17T22:53:00.000+08:00

Come as you are, that's how I want you
Come as you are, feel quite at home
Come to my heart, loved and forgiven
Come as you are, why stand alone?
No need to fear, love sets no limits
No need to fear, love never ends
Don't run away, ashamed and disheartened
Rest in my love, trust me again
I came to call sinners, not just the virtuous
I came to bring peace, not to condemn
Each time you fail, to live by my promise
Why do you think, I'd love you the less?
Come as you are, that's how I love you
Come as you are, trust me again
Nothing can change, the love that I bear you
All will be well, just come as you are.

I love you, Lord

2005-10-11T01:20:00.000+08:00

I love You Lord
and I lift my voice
To worship You O my soul, rejoice!

Take joy, my King
in what you hear
May it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear.

If money became honey, it would be so very funny.

2005-10-07T00:27:00.000+08:00

1.5 assignments have been completed... the end is near, and I will drink a beer.

Today I participated in a mime of hickory dickory dock... I played the part of the mouse.

I'd now like to present to all the faithful stayhumantoday readers out there, a stayhuman rhyme:

If Money became Honey, It Would Be Very Funny.

If money became honey,
it would be very funny.
Our wallets and purses,
would be dripping with goo.

If money became honey,
Would it be a little too runny?
Or would bees work at banks,
managed by a big bear named Pooh?

If money became honey,
days would be merry and sunny.
And sweet, sticky handshakes,
would be made by me and you!

By StAy HumAn.

Saul, Saul... Japan approaches

2005-10-04T01:06:00.000+08:00

Tired, and losing motivation - Suprising and exciting news though:
Turns out we'll be living in Japan a lot sooner than expected - as soon as the beginning of January! Yes - That's less than 3 months away! What an action packed year 2005 has turned out to be, I am sure it's going to end dramatically - does driven to insanity from assignments count as dramatic?

Dreamt last night of Saul's conversion. What is God telling me? As I read through the story now, my dream had resembled the events quite distinctly - particularly to do with the blindness... here's Part One of the story of Saul's conversion, quite an interesting read:

Acts 9
Saul's Conversion

1 Meanwhile, Saul was still breathing out murderous threats against the Lord's disciples. He went to the high priest 2and asked him for letters to the synagogues in Damascus, so that if he found any there who belonged to the Way, whether men or women, he might take them as prisoners to Jerusalem. 3As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. 4He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, "Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?"

5"Who are you, Lord?" Saul asked.
"I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting," he replied. 6"Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do."

7The men traveling with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. 8Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. 9For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything.

Oh, the first snow pea pea pod sprouted today, its so very small and cute and I will eat it soon.

Never Say Goodbye,
StAy HUman.

The Beatitudes

2005-09-30T16:43:00.000+08:00

Matthew 5
1Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2 and he began to teach them saying:
3"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
10Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
11"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Bush Tucker Thoughts and Thinking

2005-09-30T00:23:00.000+08:00

The return had to...return.
Although weary, I am still here, and I am still human. I regret to inform that the assignment onslaught has not grown any weaker - the battle however continues. Your friendly neighbourhood Stay Human presses on, two more weeks and there will be a verdict - and a longer post or two.
Went camping. Just the lady and I. We bought a tent, sleeping bags, some cooking utensils and water bottles - threw them into the car and headed north.
I drove and drove, and stopped only for lack of petrol - $50 worth provided over 300 kilometres of driving, not a bad distance travelled for a one nighter trip eh?
Was lovely to discover a lake hidden in the middle of no where. Had a good rest. Lit a good camp fire or two, and did some contemplative and thoughtful thinking under the majestic stars of the outback. Thoughtful thinking is the kind of thinking full of thoughts, of course!

I thought about different people, how we are all so very different - in our attitudes, values and beliefs - yet still the same, and of course I thought about the meaning of the word butter. I thought of how some things seem so obvious and evident to me, and yet mysterious and confusing to others - and yet these same things once seemed just as mysterious and confusing to me also and now you are confused because this statement is evidently making no obvious sense and is thus quite mysterious and confusing, never mind just observe this photo of Stay the firestarter:

My thinking also thought upon how frequently my peers and I make such broad statements on subjects we know nothing / very little about. It befudles me, I befudles me. I went on thinking about how very much I have yet to learn from the parables Jesus taught - and the amazing things I have learnt thus far. I am truly blessed to be chosen by the Lord.

Why did Jesus use parables?
Matthew 13:
34Jesus spoke all these things to the crowd in parables; he did not say anything to them without using a parable. 35So was fulfilled what was spoken through the prophet: "I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world."

I'm going to post the parables as recorded in Matthew on stayhumantoday...That's it from
Stay Human

and Osiris... it has only just begun...

2005-09-23T00:20:00.000+08:00

Stay Human Strikes Back.

2005-09-22T23:44:00.000+08:00

When you mess with the best you infest your own nest, take this in jest - or eat sushi off your chest...
Stay Human VS the SS Oh argh.

'C'mon!!!'

SH

Dedicated to the SS oh Argh

2005-09-21T18:43:00.000+08:00

Although Stay is presently enjoying his much deserved hiatus from stayhumantoday... He has decided to kindly respond to the whining and whinging coming from the SSORians regarding their beloved Absinthe bottle... Oh what a night, late September back in '03, what a very special time to me... what a feeling, what a night;

Your friendly neighbourhood,
Stay more pics coming ;) Human

Stay Away

2005-09-15T23:38:00.000+08:00

Lecture Notes - Friday the 9th

2005-09-11T23:55:00.000+08:00

False Alarms!

2005-09-08T22:28:00.000+08:00

I lost my mind for a moment in time. But it has returned, and stayhumantoday will remain.
Supervised a class of year 2's for an hour or so yesterday - one little girl giggled and asked me if I was a movie star - 'giggling, giggling - "um, Mr Human... um, are you in a movie, um are you a movie actor?"...... "No," I replied after leaving her hanging for a suspensful 13 seconds - Hang on, it just occured to me that she may have been thinking about one of those hideous freak actors... I recalled seeing this casting call for pirates of the Carry bean 2 a few months ago:

We are currently ONLY looking for the following types:
Pirates:Extreme characters and hideously unattractive types, ages 18-50. Odd body shapes or very lean to extremely skinny. Missing teeth, wandering eyes and serial killer looks with real long hair & beards. Wigs & makeup are not what we're looking for. We also need little people, very large sumo wrestler types, extremely tall or extremely short people, albinos, amputees. Any size or shape that is NOT average is best. All ethnicities. Mostly men, very few women.
Asian Men & Women: We need tons of Asian people of all ages and types to play Townspeople, Shopkeepers, Prostitutes, Pirates etc. All shapes, sizes and ages over 18.
If you are not one of these specific types please do not attend the open call. We are not seeking anyone that does not fit the above specifications. This means if you are not Asian or are not an extreme character type, you will not be seen at the open call. You can mail in a submission or drop off a photo at our office.

Turner???!!!!
hmm, no - Stay Human is no freak, just look at this photo from the olden days:

The wild weather continues here in Perth, as do the wild nights - cheers boys, appologies regarding the state of sanity. Found myself questioning my choice of career sporadically over the last day or so. I had a great day at school yesterday - lessons ran superbly, even had one kid thank me for 'such great lessons' after class! <- I happened to allow them to watch a video which may have contributed to this comment. Finally at the end of the day, I was again freaked out by the little Einstein student and his evil eyes and overbite as the class danced and sang a song that had lines along the lines of: Sprites, sprites, frosty and mean, Sprites, Sprites, they serve the queen! Sprites, Sprites, They kill, kill, kill. I honestly got those cold shudders down my spine; this Einsteen kid's face during the 'kill, kill, kill' part - s-c-a-r-y, would make any teacher question their career.

I dreamt up an invention of putting a vespa style scooter into a indestructable plastic / fibreglass bubble, creating a means of transport that is cheap to run and safe - if you bang into another bubble car, you'll just bounce away. No, foolish talk you say?, we'll see wa ha ha haaaaaa, oh yes we will!

So, readers - honestly - who could answer that casting call?

Stay a movie star Hero with a sidekick named Arm Human

Urinals and the chocolate factory

2005-09-06T22:53:00.000+08:00

Time, time, stop mumbling. Have been trying to keep myself away from stayhumantoday just as to get some work done. Ran a tutorial at uni today - joked my way through it - as I was quite underprepared. Oh Sapporo. Yes, so am presently finishing putting together a lesson for the year 7's tomorrow - took a few hours off to have dinner and view a reasonable, but average Willy Wonka remake. The most interesting event of the evening occured during dinner - so we were eating sushi (at one of those rotating sushi places) and Stay orders a beer, a Sapporo in fact - the waiter brings out a whopping 700ml can - or was it 800? It was big and not what I was expecting. Of course it was down in 10 mintutes and then off to the chocolate factory - which then led me to the cinema restrooms as I insisted on putting my bladder to the test and held out during the movie (whilst also consuming a coca cola - impressive huh?)

Whilst in the restrooms, I wondered to myself; 'do people really rest in restrooms? No, they normally exrete in these rooms, why can't they be called excretion rooms? Wash rooms - yeah sure, sometimes wierd men come in and just wash their hands, but... a few minutes later I got thinking (it was a big beer remember) about urinals, and whether they had public toilets (or excretion rooms) hundreds or even, thousands of years ago? The mind boggles.
Oh, and I was chased by a lady wearing a white scientist coat today.

Must be back to work,

Stay Excretion room Human

and Osiris - will reveal all the answers when we meet on wednesday night?

Stay's bedpost

2005-09-04T01:22:00.000+08:00

My sleep last night was one of, if not the deepest sleep I ever recall sleeping. And the dreams... i'd be here all night, and your mind would explode if I wrote about them all now - I will just mention the highlight - the one and only tale of the green bus dream:

It started at Midland station, my first day as a bus driver. I see my hands shaking as the bus driver supervisor man - scary fellow with a clipboard - hands me the keys to a big green bus. All of a sudden I'm driving, la de da, when I suddenly realise that I can't drive a bus, ah oh and I have had no training at all in how to drive a bus - oh dear. I struggle with the steering, and manage to drop a few faceless passengers off here and there, mostly around long lost locations I recall from my childhood. I then park the bus outside a small shopping centre, and more specifically outside a Japanese take-away shop called Mr. Samuri.

Here I stay as a familiar faced girl starts waving and smiling in my general direction - I return the smile as she starts to walk towards me, I stop to say hello and she walks straight passed me towards the true recipient of her wave and smile - a young lad named Ben. I feel quite embarrased as I nervously return to my bus to try and determine how I am going to get it back to the bus station. Climbing inside, I look through the front window and I see a cranky looking old woman scribbling down the details of the bus. Asking her what the problem is, she replies "You have been parked here for half an hour, I'm reporting you!" I hurry to start the ignition, and awkwardly bump the bus here and there along the road back towards the station. I then find myself falling out of the door, and chasing after the bus as it continues (driverless) down the road - I catch it, regain control and pull it over to the side of the road. I take a sigh of relief only to look in the rear view mirror to see two police officers approaching - I explain the situation and they drive me back to bus station as they wish to speak to the supervisor regarding why I have no bus driving training. When we arrive the supervisor rushes over, very appologeticly and points over to a bus and exclaims - "ah, its all ok officers, there's the bus, she's fine..." and then goes on to explain that it was all a mistake, and is the result of the antics of a troope of mind-controlling alien gypsies that had recently escaped from a travelling circus.

The dream then morphed into something completely different.
Now how was that eh?
Of course, I could have just posted:
I had a dream about a green bus, and here's a photo:

But that wouldn't be the same eh?

I must head back to that land of dreams now,
On today though - Well, your friendy neighbourhood Stay just happened to convince a complete stranger with a mungrel accent today to take a job offer paying $75k over a job paying $85k.... "You've convinced me he said!" - 'You've drunk too much vino I thinketh me friend!' I'll explain another blog.

I am
Stay literally posting a post in bed Human

Erceg Holdings Truck

2005-09-02T16:46:00.000+08:00

C'mon, what are you holdings my friend? You can tell stay, he knows all about holding things - for example, he was holding his phone to take this photo, and he was holding the steering wheel to drive the car... I'll stop there. (btw the second word on the side of the truck is holdings - crappy phone cameras!)

In before 5.

2005-09-02T16:15:00.000+08:00

Been in a daze all day todayz - just wun a thaze daze ye see. I woke up at 7 am on the Thursday, and have been awake ever since - is that 34 hours?
Just for old times sake, pulled an allnighter to finish (and start) a maths assignment. It is done.
Nothing much to report today - my Society n' Environment lecturer looked a bit closer to death today than usual... I swear this man looks about 80 years old, has absolutely no expression in his voice and, hates his job - its a great start to the morning. Loaned Dante's Divine Comedy, book one from the Library - think I was kidding myself.

Stay Human currently logged on to http://www.shaunmicallef.com/

Im going to bed to

Stay asleep human

The lobster effect

2005-08-31T17:11:00.000+08:00

Sports carnival at school today.
It was a beautiful sun shiney day - and Stay has paid the price for it. The air was cold, but the sun was hot, and I am now burnt, lobster red - see pic:
The carnival was fun. The kids were loud - "go blue" clap clap clap "go gold" clap clap clap "go red" clap clap clap... "Blue sucks" clap clap clap "red sucks" clap clap clap - I put a quick end to this unsportsmanship... but chuckled inside reminicing.
The kids take their racing so seriously, the ugly faces they pull when running... crikies!
And the parents, during a game of pass ball, 2 parents had a go at me about my scoring - the kids were 5 years old! I stood by my scoring.

Stay tuned into Happy is a yuppy word, by switchfoot.

Off to rest and read Tipping Point - book suggested by fellow blogger which is incredibly interesting!

Stay burnt, or, in the shade next time Human

187

2005-08-30T00:15:00.000+08:00

Discovered today that apricot squares, the ones coated in little bits of coconut, are quite expensive. I ventured outdoors for the soul purpose of buying a coke today - good for the soul you see - was a bit chilly out there, and ended up buying apricot squares. Have stared at the computer screen for a considerable period today - feel I have accomplished 1 hour worth of work in 6 hours of stare-age at screen. I'm sorry if any one takes offence or is annoyed by my use of made up words - (read following line in Dr. Evil voice) I'll call them... shwords - thats stayhumanwords.

Watched a late night TV movie last night, 187 - sam.l.jackson flick about a teacher that teaches in schools populated by gang members and baddies. He gets stabbed, moves to another school, and kills a student or two, and then kills himself, through this teaching everyone a twisted message about the pointlessness of machoism - quite dark, nice soundtrack - do slightly wish for the two hours back again.

At the end of the film comes up the title;

'This film was written by a teacher'

This quote is from a dude named Ginnot, and it sneekily has become a basis to my teaching philosophy which is currently under construction:

“I have come to a frightening conclusion.
I am the decisive element in the classroom.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
As a teacher I possess tremendous power to make a child’s life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.
I can humiliate or humour, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis
Will be escalated or de-escalated, and a child humanized or de-humanized.”

Speaking of under construction, Stay don't seem to see those little diggin' men under construction signs on the web much anymore... you know, these ones

Crazy New Orleans news, millions evacuating. Though Uni assignments preoccupy my thoughts.

Stay bobbin' along to Jacksonville by Sufjan Stevens - nice tunes.

peace, i am
Stay Human

Kopi-Peng

2005-08-27T23:49:00.000+08:00

Felt like I did all the work at work today. Managed to get a group of indians (youngish, in their mid 20's) relatively drunk, not on purpose of course! During a wine tasting the most a customer will ever consume will be 1 standard glass and a half, just under the limit to still legally drive.

Yet, mixing wines and sipping seems to have an more intense effect on some people, such as this particular young indian man. Trying to impress his young indian girlfriend(s) by being the wine connesiuer, he managed to dribble red, red wine, all down his little indian chin, into his little indian goatee beard, and onto his nice indian cotton white shirt after a terrible attempt at spitting his gargled wine into a spittoon. Now I've seen these misspits 100's of times before - yet they never cease to amuse or entertain. Cheers druken Indian man, cheers!

Stay Human is having a very obscure craving at present - Ice Coffee - Tioman island style. These ultra sweet, ultra strong, ultra cheap coffees really hit the spot - but alas, Stay is yet to duplicate these amazing Kopi-Peng's as they're called in Malaysia - Through rest assured, Iron Chef Stay will never rest, like the rest, who'll need to rest, even if it means sacrificing looking his best, there's no need to jest - nest, crest. Look at the enjoyment and satisfaction on Stay's face in this here photo... yum:

No doubt I'll be needing a few of these of the next few nights / weeks. Once again, assignments have crept up on me like a creepy creature from the crypt covered in cobwebs. The pressure is on - looking forward to singing 'another one bites the dust' with my best impersonation of queen eddie... not that I'm a Queen fan or even like that particular song, just when finishing assingments, I think it'll be cool to sing - so I will.

Stay tuned into snippets from upcoming Bon Jovi cd Have a nice day - Stay has held a special place for Jovi since the age of 10... he just doesn't tell many people ;)

Stay Kopi Human who has noticed that he cannot decide whether to refer to himself in 1st or 3rd person, resulting in bipolar disorder style writings.

CS Lewis

2005-08-26T16:09:00.000+08:00

This is from CS Lewis' Mere Christianity;

3. The Shocking Alternative

Christians, then, believe that an evil power has made himself for the present the Prince of this World. And, of course, that raises problems. Is this state of affairs in accordance with God's will or not? If it is, He is a strange God, you will say: and if it is not, how can anything happen contrary to the will of a being with absolute power?

But anyone who has been in authority knows how a thing can be in accordance with your will in one way and not in another. It may be quite sensible for a mother to say to the children, "I'm not going to go and make you tidy the schoolroom every night. You've got to learn to keep it tidy on your own." Then she goes up one night and finds the Teddy bear and the ink and the French Grammar all lying in the grate. That is against her will. She would prefer the children to be tidy. But on the other hand, it is her will which has left the children free to be untidy. The same thing arises in any regiment, or trade union, or school. You make a thing voluntary and then half the people do not do it. That is not what you willed, but your will has made it possible.

It is probably the same in the universe. God created things which had free will. That means creatures which can go either wrong or right. Some people think they can imagine a creature which was free but had no possibility of going wrong; I cannot. If a thing is free to be good it is also free to be bad. And free will is what has made evil possible. Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having. A world of automata—of creatures that worked like machines—would hardly be worth creating. The happiness which God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight compared with which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is mere milk and water. And for that they must be free.

Of course God knew what would happen if they used their freedom the wrong way: apparently He thought it worth the risk. Perhaps we feel inclined to disagree with Him. But there is a difficulty about disagreeing with God. He is the source from which all your reasoning power comes: you could not be right and He wrong any more than a stream can rise higher than its own source. When you are arguing against Him you are arguing against the very power that makes you able to argue at all: it is like cutting off the branch you are sitting on. If God thinks this state of war in the universe a price worth paying for free will—that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings—then we may take it it is worth paying.

When we have understood about free will, we shall see how silly it is to ask, as somebody once asked me: "Why did God make a creature of such rotten stuff that it went wrong?" The better stuff a creature is made of—the cleverer and stronger and freer it is—then the better it will be if it goes right, but also the worse it will be if it goes wrong. A cow cannot be very good or very bad; a dog can be both better and worse; a child better and worse still; an ordinary man, still more so; a man of genius, still more so; a superhuman spirit best—or worst—of all.

How did the Dark Power go wrong? Here, no doubt, we ask a question to which human beings cannot give an answer with any certainty. A reasonable (and traditional) guess, based on our own experiences of going wrong, can, however, be offered. The moment you have a self at all, there is a possibility of putting Yourself first—wanting to be the centre—wanting to be God, in fact. That was the sin of Satan: and that was the sin he taught the human race. Some people think the fall of man had something to do with sex, but that is a mistake. (The story in the Book of Genesis rather suggests that some corruption in our sexual nature followed the fall and was its result, not its cause.)

What Satan put into the heads of our remote ancestors was the idea that they could "be like gods"—could set up on their own as if they had created themselves—be their own masters—invent some sort of happiness for themselves outside God, apart from God. And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

The reason why it can never succeed is this. God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on gasoline, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is why it is just no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering about religion. God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

That is the key to history. Terrific energy is expended—civilisations are built up—excellent institutions devised; but each time something goes wrong. Some fatal flaw always brings the selfish and cruel people to the top and it all slides back into misery and ruin. In fact, the machine conks. It seems to start up all right and runs a Jew yards, and then it breaks down. They are trying to run it on the wrong juice. That is what Satan has done to us humans.

And what did God do? First of all He left us conscience, the sense of right and wrong: and all through history there have been people trying (some of them very hard) to obey it. None of them ever quite succeeded. Secondly, He sent the human race what I call good dreams: I mean those queer stories scattered all through the heathen religions about a god who dies and comes to life again and, by his death, has somehow given new life to men. Thirdly, He selected one particular people and spent several centuries hammering into their heads the sort of God He was —that there was only one of Him and that He cared about right conduct. Those people were the Jews, and the Old Testament gives an account of the hammering process.

Then comes the real shock. Among these Jews there suddenly turns up a man who goes about talking as if He was God. He claims to forgive sins. He says He has always existed. He says He is coming to judge the world at the end of time. Now let us get this clear. Among Pantheists, like the Indians, anyone might say that he was a part of God, or one with God: there would be nothing very odd about it. But this man, since He was a Jew, could not mean that kind of God. God, in their language, meant the Being outside the world Who had made it and was infinitely different from anything else. And when you have grasped that, you will see that what this man said was, quite simply, the most shocking thing that has ever been uttered by human lips.
One part of the claim tends to slip past us unnoticed because we have heard it so often that we no longer see what it amounts to. I mean the claim to forgive sins: any sins. Now unless the speaker is God, this is really so preposterous as to be comic. We can all understand how a man forgives offences against himself. You tread on my toe and I forgive you, you steal my money and I forgive you. But what should we make of a man, himself unrobbed and untrodden on, who announced that he forgave you for treading on other men's toes and stealing other men's money? Asinine fatuity is the kindest description we should give of his conduct. Yet this is what Jesus did.

He told people that their sins were forgiven, and never waited to consult all the other people whom their sins had undoubtedly injured. He unhesitatingly behaved as if He was the party chiefly concerned, the person chiefly offended in all offences. This makes sense only if He really was the God whose laws are broken and whose love is wounded in every sin. In the mouth of any speaker who is not God, these words would imply what I can only regard as a silliness and conceit unrivalled by any other character in history.

Yet (and this is the strange, significant thing) even His enemies, when they read the Gospels, do not usually get the impression of silliness and conceit. Still less do unprejudiced readers. Christ says that He is "humble and meek" and we believe Him; not noticing that, if He were merely a man, humility and meekness are the very last characteristics we could attribute to some of His sayings.

I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: "I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept His claim to be God." That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic—on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg—or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.

I can't write a love song, the way I feel today.

2005-08-25T22:04:00.000+08:00

I haven't posted for a few days. I've opened blogger and just stared at the blank screen. Its not that nothings been happening - just that I haven't known what to write. I've noticed that some people blog every activity that has happened during their day. I'm not going to do that - my life's not that interesting, but then again, neither are their blogs.
I did have a good day yesterday. Teaching again, was very anxious about a lesson I had to do on rocks - spent all Tuesday evening wading through rocky pool, a river type thing in the bush up near mum's house - rock hunting... That was an interesting experience, gave me a chance to look at my life for a few minutes - does anyone know what I mean; I was like Here I am, at 22, wading through freezing cold water, rock hunting.

The lesson ran well, the kids enjoyed it - joined the boys at lunch down on the oval for a game of cricket. Was caught out on my 6th hit - pretty good for a teacher eh? Was interesting to see how many of the boys came and joined in the game when I started playing, was originally, just another kid and me... then all the year 7 boys joined in.

Gave a little talk to a group of year 4's about sportmanship and encouragement after overhearing a few of them yelling "you suck" at a little asian boy after he dropped the ball in a game of tunnel ball. Went along the lines of:
Me: "C'mon, you guys are a team.
You gotta build each other up, not bring each other down! Use encouraging, happy words, like 'Yeah, good throw, go team, hooray! You're a team! Go Team!"
Them "yeah"
I think I made the little asian boy feel smaller than he already was...

The genius kid in the class taught me another interesting fact too; that apparently, theres a solar system out there that is 98% identical to our own! Great.

Stay ed in bed too long today, but still a Human.

Stay say water in winter make man very small

2005-08-21T21:50:00.000+08:00

The long awaited, much anticipated Stay Human Surfing Update; brought to you by Stay Human.

My knees are sore and red. My skin has that 'I've been swimming in the ocean' feel to it and my eyes feel like they've had salty water in them - I feel alive - just like I did this morning when I ate left overs for breakfast.
Finally, brother Scott came through and presented me with his surf board. I had a few spare ish hours late this afternon, and although it was only 14 degrees at 4pm I took the plunge into freezing waters, and discovered 3 things:

That the 3/4 length wetsuit works - but all the other surfers wear full body wetsuits, for a reason.
I suck at surfing.
Waves are big and can cause pain.

Picture: Stay and his new surfboard:

Well, there we are, 3 fundmental surfing lessons learnt. I will venture back in. I stood up once (on the white wash) and made it onto my knees for about 3 seconds roughly 18 times! The serenity was lovely - "Ah, the serenity" Sun coming down etc. I see the appeal to the great blue.

Apart from fulfilling surfing endevour, day was dandy. Attended Mass - great gospel reading from Matthew 16:13-20 - about who God is to us - powerful, relevant and meaningful. Had an ok dinner, again it consisted of last nights leftovers, and black pepper beef from the Chinese place down the road - however the Chinese lady tried to rip me off $1! Most likely an honest mistake, but I'm certain I saw a bit of a 'you look like naive white boy who won't know difference' look in her eye - For once I spoke up, and she be "me very sorry, sorry ok la" I chuckled and gave the dollar back to her and asked for a bag of prawn crackers... yum.

Stay Surfin' Human.

The verdict of the jeans

2005-08-20T23:53:00.000+08:00

So, I need some input here my fellow bloggers and chronicle of stay enthusiasts.
Tonight, I adorned the pair of jeans you see in this picture for only the second time since they have come into my belongings. They were purchased over in Singapore - where all the fashion appeared to be a very bright, colourful and a little more flamboyant than it is over here in the west.

What do you think, yay or nay?
Few comments tonight from close trusted friends - the kind of friends that speak words of truth and say it like it is - made me question whether they are stepping a little bit too far into 80's territory crossed with a tad of Zoolanderishism.
I still think my oozing coolness can pull them off... or keep them on... hmm - yeah.

A very merry night was had this evening. A get together of the ol' crew, (thats crew with a c not a k) celebrating the near arrival of my best mate's baby.

Always great having a meal, drinkin' wine, eating cake and chatting about old school days, and our crazy lives of late. Tested my Nasi Gorreng on them too. Everyone still alive. Good sign. Have some pictures of the night just below, don't we look merry?

Will leave you tonight with an interesting word that I highly recommend you look up the meaning to:
Winkle.

Stay tuned into: Estranged by Guns n' Roses.

The dude who'll be wearing white-ish, stone washed Jeans forever,
Stay Winkle Human

Rain Forest

2005-08-20T14:41:00.000+08:00

Stay's Snow Pea update:
Well, as you can see they are well and truly alive. They have survived the crazy stormy weather we've had over the last week - Freezin' temperatures, gale force winds and terrential rains and most notably the sporadical attacks of a crazed 2 and a 1/2 year old delinquant toddler that frequents our block of units on his bmx bike... This kid has an ear ring, and a deadly mean stare.
Nothing can bring em' down - grow my little pretties, grow!
Off to buy a pacer and some Nasi gorreng mix from the asian food store in the city. Fun days.

Stay Listening to: Nature sounds, Tropical Rain Forest.

Peace and happiness to your day.
Stay.

Oxygen

2005-08-17T23:49:00.000+08:00

I was corrected today after suggesting that we'd have trouble breathing if we cut all the trees down on Earth - A 12 year old boy explained to me that Algae (seaweed, plankton etc) are the most important photosynthesizing organisms on Earth. They capture more of the sun's energy and produce more oxygen (a byproduct of photosynthesis) than all plants combined.

Now tell me, did you know that? Honestly?

Had to have a chuckle whilst reading this news article about a nappy wearing man who keeps jumping out of bushes late at night - the headline is: Police hunt 'nappy man'.
With all the horrible and tragic news floating around at the moment, its interesting to discover the weird goings on in the world.

Listening to: The Reindeer Section - Grand Parade.

Stay, who'll always think of plankton when he breathes now, Human

One day, will the cops in Perth carry guns like this?

2005-08-15T18:24:00.000+08:00

Quick snap taken from bus trip during holiday in Singapore. Tried waving at this guy... no response.

Today I saw.

2005-08-15T15:23:00.000+08:00

A striking image I saw whilst driving this morning - it was a man, knelt in front of St. Mary's church in Guildford. It looked quite similar to this drawing.

As I passed this man, who appeared to be aged in his 70's, I thought about the possible reasons as to why he may be knelt in front of this church.

Was he praying? And if so, was this a one off prayer or a daily ritual? Was he thanking God, or requesting his help? Or was it a prayer of gratitude?

60 years ago today, people were literally dancing in the streets - victory to the allies, the end to the second world war...peace.

Today, was this man praying for humanity, that we should not see a war like that again? That we should return to the peace found in that day?

Or maybe he was praying for the 80 children and other passengers that died today in the aeroplane crash in Greece?

A sad day, sometimes this world can be very cold.

Lord, hear this man's prayer, and hear the all the prayers and cries of your children. We thank you for your everlasting mercy and your love. Send Your spirit Lord. Protect and comfort the families touched by this tradgedy. Instill in all mankind the peace and love that comes from you. And remind us of the sacrafice you have made to free us from this world of death and decay. Remind us of your great commandments - to love You, and to love our neighbours.

Thankyou Lord.

Stay Human.

Stuff... time... stuff

2005-08-14T00:04:00.000+08:00

Who Designed the First Eye?
The eye couldn't possibly be the product of accidental mutations, say Darwin's critics. Sure, a bird with sharper eyes might catch more prey and have more offspring, but where did the first eye come from? How could a process of gradual improvements produce a complex organ that needs all its parts—pinhole, lens, light-sensitive surface—in order to work? It's no accident, says Michael Behe, author of Darwin's Black Box, that the eye resembles a camera, which everybody instantly recognizes as a product someone designed. "If it looks, walks and quacks like a duck," Behe writes, "then absent compelling evidence to the contrary, we have warrent to conclude it's a duck." - A compelling article about the Darwin/anti-Darwin debate regarding eyes. from time.com

Orisinal

www.orisinal.com

Dozens of free Web-based games, gorgeously designed and relatively simple to play, which is perfect for non-gamers looking for an engaging way to waste time. Choices are presented as icons on the home page (no names, no explanations) but this only heightens the joy of discovery. Keep spiders off your cake, protect dragonflies from rhinoceros beetles, toss tiny umbrellas to baby birds as they fall out of their nest—all you need is your mouse and maybe your arrow keys to maneuver. For more silly diversions, try Little Fluffy Industries, which is part blog, part portal: editors review and link to new online games every day.

Thankyou time.com, for all these procrastination aides.

Stay Sleepy Human

PS - If you have things to do, ie. Deadlines,dishes, lives etc. please ignore all contents of this blog.

Take me ba-a-a-a-ck to Tokyo Road...

2005-08-13T23:55:00.000+08:00

...or Tioman island...

Unlocking the mystery of life

2005-08-12T22:07:00.000+08:00

So Mr Nelson, the Minister for Education in Australia has jumped on the intelligent design bandwagon-that 'new' subject thats coppin' a bit of flack. I must say here that I am pleased. Its about time children are exposed to the other arguments, theories or 'sides of the coin' rather than having only Darwin's much flawed theory... With this, now at least they are given the option to decide for themselves. I'm particularily interested in this DVD: (click on image to read reviews on Amazon) - life is amazing.

Onto a completely different subject, I had to post this creapy picture of the alleged 'Aussie terrorist' Mathew Stewart - see the spelling there, one T... thats the problem right there!:

Regardless of whether he is or isn't... he got dere some creapy ass lookin' eyeballz eh...?

Stay typed this to the tunes of Said the sun to the shine by Earthsuit!

Stay very Human

"As far as east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us." Psalm 103:12

2005-08-12T10:35:00.000+08:00

I'm locked in my unit. Like a prisoner. Raced around the unit this morning so I could make my 9:00am lecture on time (its only the 2nd lecture in this unit, was 25 minutes late last week!) - stayed in bed a few minutes longer than I should have after having compelling dream. I'll tell you about it in a minute! So, I'm racing around, scoffin down breaky and having a speed shower - pack my bag, race to the front door to discover the security door locked, and no keys. Jess had taken the two sets with her... alas, here I now sit, confined, like a man behind bars, with nothing but that pile I mentioned last night - maybe I should look at like a blessing - gives me a chance to do some readings.

So this dream. I'll keep the explanation simple, I'm just trying to get out what I remember, so it is not going to be coherent...

I am a cop, aboard a plane with my partner, looking out the window, its late afternoon as we're landing, beautiful, orange and pink rays of light flittering through the plane window and over the ground below as the plane lands... I guess I'm some kind of detective, as I'm not wearing a uniform, but have a gun and traveling with dudes in suits... we hurry off the plane, through the airport and into a car, and start driving towards the coast - light surrounding is still that glowing orange and pink... Apparently we're looking for some crazed bomber - some wealthy film producer that went just a little bonkers and started setting off explosives in busy areas around America... We slow down by some houses by the beach, one of the other detectives is saying something, " ok, everyone get ready, its the next house on the right, after those flats, when you get out of the car, work out your escape route and then get inside..." The car pulls up very suddenly and the 5 or so people in the car all pull out, and have a quick look around. My partner looks me in the eyes with a gaze that says "be careful" I look around at the ocean, and suddenly become very nervous... Head inside and start looking around house, its empty and eery, theres lots of memorabilia from when this crazy producer bomber was famous, but its all dusty and looks like its from the 1960's... Slowly creep around corners, with gun in hands, I'm very scarred, so I stay in the main dining room, and wait for the others to return. When they do return, they indicate that the house seems deserted, and then remind me of the clue the crazed bomber left: "a statue with a leg thats bent" We look in the corner of the room and see an evil looking statue, a little bit clown like, with leg broken of... in front of the statue is a sheet - suddenly out from the sheet pops the Crazy Producer Bomber... with a crazed grin on his face... We have some whacky conversation with him, and then take him back to the airport... as we're walking along some walkway at the airport, there is a huge crowd cheering to the right of us, behind a barrier, there must be ~ 500 - 1000 people... I'm walking along chatting to partner, suddenly realize we have been distracted and both turn to find CPB about 50 metres behind us waving and smiling his creepy psycho smile at us... We look at each other in despair, and then towards the crowd of people - and suddenly - Booooom, a bomb is set of in the crowd. A group of police dive on CPB and he is dragged into a door, beyond which I see flames - As he enters the door, hes crazy gaze is on me, and with much gusto, I shout "Your going to burn in the fires of hell for eternity you freak!" Then I awoke from the dream... I think the CPB's name was something like Malcolm, the dream also involved something regarding a giant cheque, but the details have been swept away in the breezes of dreamland...

Analyze that. And come on people, solve yesterday's riddle!

Stay In Prison Human

Theoretical perspectives for understanding studies of Society and Environment.

2005-08-11T23:55:00.000+08:00

Brain feels numb.
Spent majority of afternoon in front of photocopier at uni copying text books. Now there is a pile in front of me, looming over me - it must be read. In fact; I have a lecture tomorrow morning and the lecturer wants to see notes on our readings! - Feels like I'm back in high school!
Just returned from taking the garbage out to the big bin - found my self clicking the central locking button on car keys to unlock the bin? or something.
Brain might be empty.

Hey, hey, wanna stimulate your brains people? Well then, here's a riddle for you...

We rise, we fall,
Our corporation's global,
Cut-and-thrust executives
From Neptune Inc.

The world admires
Our liquid assets
And the fierce persuasion
Of our fluent tongues.

We overreach each other
In perpetual hurry;
Time is our essence
As the stock piles high

Then, past the rocks,
Our empire crashes
At the conference table
Of a polished beach.

Will post the answer in a few days - if someone could remind me, that would be grand; adios

Stay Hu "the riddler" man

Kriss Kross'll make ya, Jump! Jump!

2005-08-11T10:15:00.000+08:00

click on it, and help in an attempt to change the orbit of the Earth, or not!!! Yay, could this be the ultimate Darwin Award!?

Crazes, trends and primary schools!

2005-08-10T22:09:00.000+08:00

For how much longer will the coloured wristbands be a 'craze'? I know, I know, I should 'stop whining' about it - as they are in support of good causes (mostly) but today at school - day one in fact- I observed at least 70% of the students in yr 7 wearing at least one band... One boy had 7 + on one arm, and 3 on the other - 10 wristbands!!! Are they a sign of compassion, or a just passion for following the 'trend'... If I wear 10 coloured wristbands, am I 10x as cool, generous?

I recall seeing the craze slowly creep in to WA society... at the winery, some trendy tourist came in and I noticed this band... made a mental note 'hmm, whats that your wearin' trendy trend setter man?' (this was at least 8 months ago now...) Then uni started and I see another 1 or 2 people... few months later, I'm noticing people on the street... Now, everywhere I look... the class today really made me laugh a bit. It got me thinking about trends and crazes that pass through society - and how they become distorted into something exaggerated and even warped by the time they reach the level of 12 year old children in primary schools (mini societies in a way) Ie.Start of with movie stars, celebs, sports people, trendsetters, naturally cool people such as stay human... spotted by 'merchants of cool' and marketed to the masses... blah! The huge positive of this phenomenon is that it is aiding breast cancer research, sids, etc etc... but what ticks me a little about it are articles like this press release that outlines a Warning over fake wristbands! Many of the people who are buying the bands, do not care, or are not even aware of the causes the bands support!

I did a bit of googling regarding the subject, and it seems I am a bit behind... schools in the UK are banning the bands! This article from the BBC is very informative, shows the best ways to go about getting the bands... apparently blue bands are anti-bullying bands, and are so popular they are even auctioned on the net! The article also contains heaps of comments from students etc such as these:

"My school is trying to promote the bands and the teachers wear them too. They are planning to buy some and sell them at school to raise money which I think is a good idea because it will help raise awareness."
Lucy, 14, Peterborough

"I think people who use the wristbands as a fashion accessory are really wrong to do that because they are supposed to help stop bullying but instead they are getting banned because so many people are doing that."
Ryan, 12, Airdrie

"I think that the bands shouldn't be banned because they are showing support to all the problems in the world."
Stuart, 11, Pitmedden

"Our school hasn't banned them YET and hopefully won't soon. I think that they respect our decision to wear them. "
Chantal, 13, Northolt

"i got a beat the bully wrist band and im got one because i was bullied so i know what it like to be bullied if they ban the wrist band why don't they make badges because people can see them then"
Annemarie, 13, Ystrad

"I think that the wristbands are a great idea and if they ban them at school how do we show our support to the charity? They haven't been banned at my school but they probably will ban them as they are considered a fashion accessory."
Clare, 13, Watford

"Our school has banned them but people still wear them! There is no point even having them if we are told off for what believe."
Haila, 13, Guildford

Righteo then..., so will the world start seeing, I love God wristbands or I am a vegetarian band or I hate maths bands? hmm, just another yo yo?
Hey, here's an idea! Why doesn't the government just jump in and make some smart card / national ID wristbands - some real markofbeast stuff!

Stay Human is bandless tonight!

Gnomes - why not?

2005-08-10T00:42:00.000+08:00

Why, oh why do they wear those pointy hats? - Stay Human's question of the night.

Toy gun banned from show bags

2005-08-09T17:03:00.000+08:00

I am tired. 2nd tueday back at uni and guess what... I slept in. This of course resulted in me missing the 8am lecture. Saw this one coming. So, not off to the best start. Found myself quite uninterested today, by 2:30 it was a real struggle to keep the eyelids open. I'm sure its all a result of work yesterday - was so busy at the winey. I took 4 groups of singaporeans (each group consisting of between 50 - 70 people) on tours of the winery, that was an experience... I'm working an extra couple of shifts, need the extra cash, and hooray, I get to spend that cash on text books for uni! Bah.

First day of distributed teaching prac tomorrow. A little bit nervous as its a very different school to the last. The last school was in a low socio-economic area, this one the opposite - a green, leafy suburb by the beach! So I'm going from "bad"kids to "too good" kids... Hope I don't come across to harsh!

I am pleased that its by the beach - just have to chase up that surf board. Ah, can just picture it now - a nice surf before school, arrive all refreshed, and school doesn't start til 9am! Yes! Ok, enough happiness for now - back to tired grumpyness.

Have also decided to spend less time on net, meaning less blogging, or possibly, more concise, interesting blogs.

thats it, Stay Human is now asleep.

Hit the road Jack

2005-08-07T22:19:00.000+08:00

There's more to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star you know...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark:
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

--Jane Taylor

Watched the movie Ray last night... has got me slightly interested in some older, more classy kinda grooves...
Sleep well friends.
s.h

Have a nice day...

2005-08-07T20:18:00.000+08:00

The shortest prayer in the bible: "Lord, save me!"
There are times in my life when I need to remember this prayer, and what it means... those times when I doubt, or when the world gets in the way, and things seem too much. I need to go back to that story of Peter and Jesus on the water:

22And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away.
23And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone.
24But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary.
25And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea.
26And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear.
27But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.
28And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.
29And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.
30But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.
31And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?
32And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.
33Then they that were in the ship came and worshipped him, saying, Of a truth thou art the Son of God. Matthew 14: 22-33

Tonight's dinner is cooked by;
Stay Human. Iron Chef Perth.

Vegetable shopping...

2005-08-07T11:59:00.000+08:00

Super fast snow pea update before I head off to partake in the weekly survival of the fittest vege shopping match down at the markets. As you can see, they have been transplanted, stakes added...

and look kiddies, can you see the little friend that has paid a visit!?

In joy;

Stary Humane

Sadako and the thousand paper cranes

2005-08-06T18:57:00.000+08:00

Picked up the newspaper on the way home from uni on Friday, something to read on the train, and the front cover grabbed me! Another one of those "Special Editions" This one being for the 60th anniversary of Hiroshima. It contained (on front and back pages) articles published in the West Australian in August 1945.

Reading through it really had an effect on me, I felt pain... Looking up in the train I see sitting in front of me a young Japanese couple, to the right a bunch of Japanese girls, and then on my walk home from the station I passed 3 more Japanese people. Were they aware of the significance of this day? Did they learn about it in school? The enormity of, and the devastation caused by the bombing really hit home while reading through the various articles... The fact that Hiroshima's people "...died a death nobody has died before." - With temperatures reaching 2,000,000 degrees centigrade, they were not burnt to death, instead, the very atoms which made up their flesh, blood and bones exploding... millions of explosions! And then there was the bombing of Nagasaki as well...

It was a huge decision that Truman had to make. Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost instantly because of the use of atomic bombs - and the aftermath also terrible, with diseases such as lukemia (that story, Sadako and the thousand paper cranes is very sad) - but apparently, possibly millions would have been lost had he issued a ground invasion. Hmm. I'm glad it was not my shoulders a decision like this was laid upon. But what do the Japanese know of all this today? It seems as if it has been forgotten, or painted over almost - like it never existed.

One of the 1945 articles concerns the opinion of the Vatican, it concludes with; "The discovery of the atomic bomb has caused an unfavourable impression in the Vatican because the use of atomic bombs might be the first link in a chain of unpredictable violence." August 7th 1945 - does anything need to be said?

One a bit of a brighter note! Learnt some interesting stuff in a society and environment class... apparently 90% of knowledge gained in the world has occured since 1940... and apparently over half the jobs that the children in primary schools will be employed in when they reach an employable age have not even been created/invented yet! Makes me think about the teacher/facilitator of learning jazz a bit. Crazy stuff.

Blogging has taken a bit of a back seat because;

Stay Human
is tired and quite busy!

Atomic Poet

2005-08-04T22:34:00.000+08:00

Atomic Poet Hmmm, who is this atomic poet? he reminds me of a guy that went to my school, Ben. Ben used to give me lifts to school as he got his car licence before anyone else - he lived near me and used to give me lifts to and from school... One day he crashed on his way home. (It was a wet rainy day, and I had taken a lift from a young lady... After his crash (minor) he ran to my house all shaken up. I never got in the car with him again.

"Teaching is the art of inspiring minds"

2005-08-02T15:32:00.000+08:00

Day one done.
The day ran quite smoothly, the 8am start was a bit tricky, found myself running 10 minutes late for the lecture... but I quite enjoy all the attention as I waltz on in doin that crazy 'late-to-lecture-duck-under-projector' dance to my seat in the back row. Have a few breaks throughout the day to, which allows me to eat my lunch and chill a bit (unlike last semester where I had a 9am-6pm day with no breaks!)And the day ends with primary science. Science was great, looked at snails through a microscope and made 'grotty bags' - no exam, the major assignment is to grow plants and document (basically) the other unit seems quite theoretical, who knows I may even post some philosophical/theoretical stuff on here! Good to see the uni crew, sounds like everyone has had a good break.

Discussed views on downloading music today with mate chris, and some random dude who sat down on our table at lunch (presume he knows chris) - he was not happy... Basically I said that I see the problem and can see that it could be 'stealing', but am two minded, I like downloading to see whether it is worth buying the entire album - if I hear one song on the radio, I'll d/l check it out, and check out some other samples, if there are 2 or 3 songs I like, then I'd say it'd be worthwhile buying the cd. I was silly enough to make the comment; "that way it kinda forces the artists to produce quality music" - ha, well, this guy sneered, shaking his head at me and said "No you don't, you download the whole albums" I replied "No, thats not true, and with a 56k connection (normally 49kbs at best) thats just not practical..." Bah, you've no doubt guessed it, turns out this mullet-sporting fellow is a muso, and a wino, but, hey, aren't they the same thing?

Thanks for being puzzled by:

Stray Human

More Manga

2005-08-01T21:08:00.000+08:00

Day was spent cleaning. Jess replanted all the snow peas so that they grow nicely and get along. Was a warm windy day today... and then all of a sudden, at about 7:30pm as I'm on my way to red rooster to get tonights din dins, a huge thunder clap, a the heaviest rain in months, for about 8 minutes... ho hum.

Watched a bit more a a weird Japanese anime about a bunch of schoolgirls and their wacky adventures and teachers called Azumanga Daioh - quite enjoyable.

Watched Princess Mononoke the other night... loved the animation, awesome - especially these creepy little tree spirit little dudes with their wobbleee heads: see in the picture below - the little white dudes! Story was great, ending a bit odd...

Must get moving... 8am start at uni tomorrow! 8am - 4pm on Tuesdays; thats just wrong.

Saiyonara from your extremely tasty:

Satay Human

Cool guy blogger!

2005-08-01T12:51:00.000+08:00

I'm sad. I've noticed that my favorite, very first blog doesn't appear on the screen anymore... its been 'archived' ... I liked looking at my Kickapoo drink and sunset post... and that picture from bedknobs and broomsticks... Oh well, I'll just have to post the pretty sunset again:

The real point of this post regards not me but an old uni chum... Mikey Mike, who about a month and a bit ago set off around the world towards the UK... his weblog seems very cool- heres an excert from his blog which can be viewed in full Here.

Trip: England 30/07/05 Job hunting...Its been a fun couple of days staying in Greenwich, Alicia and her friends have tried their best to give me a whirlwind tour of London and Greenwich so ive done pretty well. We've gone to a few cool pubs including the Queen Mary which is an actual boat moored on the river. Probably wouldnt want to have too much to drink there cos the boat tends to sway quite a bit but its good for a couple.A bunch of us went along to The Globe where we saw A Nights Tale which was actually really good. Its a big open theatre, a replica of shakespeare's original with the only thatched roof in London. Got tickets for the standing area where all poor working class used to go so and the perfomance went for 2 1/2 hours so the legs were pretty sore at the end. It was really good though and another thing i can tick off that ive done in London...

Now, thats an interesting blog... not like the ones done by:
Stay HuMan

I have never felt snow.

2005-08-01T11:20:00.000+08:00

A very fast update on the saga of the snow peas, for all those readers out there that are biting their nails in anticipation of the next episode - I have some good news and some bad news... the good news is illustrated by this lovely little pic I took 5 mins ago:

The bad news is that I have planted too many in the pot, and will need to replant them so that they do not strangle each other to death - ah sibling rivalry. The other bad ish news is that they're sending out their little creeper things already, so I'll have to find some sticks or something for them to grab on to. Wow, this truly is nail biting stuff.

That's it for now. Don't have any witty comments to add yet... and I have to clean the unit.

Surfing update: Still waiting for call from Scott regarding the board.

Do you know who's on his last day of holidays? I'll tell you, its:

STay HumAN

Screw caps.

2005-07-31T00:15:00.000+08:00

The daily posting streak has come to an end. As you (the reader - if my prayers have been answered) may or may not know, I work part time in a winery. Its a rather large and well known company, described by the owner (who drops in when he's in the country and not somewear playing elephant back polo and wears pink polo shirts and cardigans around the neck) as a wine tourism facility. The primary roles of my position are;

to sell wine
To provide wine tasting / information
to provide basic wine education / appreciation sessions
Conduct tours of the winery facility, explaining the process and history of the business/estate.

I guess they are my primary roles... any way, I must say its a pretty coushy job. Basically I spend all day chatting to people as the drink wine... pretty much like a glorified barman I guess. I do enjoy teaching people a little bit about wine - today for example I taught a group of 20 -30 young tipsy females (attending a hens party, which are always wild and often a very unattractive sight) that red and white grapes all have clear juice, and it is the skins and seed that give red wine its red colour... and they were amazed.

Its a great job for interacting with people from all parts of the world, we have busloads come in every 30 mins or so for my big wine speel. I'd say almost 70% of the cliental would be tourists. For example today I interacted with about 15 japanese people, 4 italians, 7 singaporeans, 2 people from Southern California (their credit cards said Orange County - I thought ha! Like the tv show!) a big bunch of British, 1 french guy, 6 asians that I could not be too sure about, 4 germans, the list would go on - it was a busy day - you get the picture. Its great, sometimes you can get into really interesting conversations, and people really seem to open up and get quite friendly after a glass or two, or ten... my favorites would have to be the japanese, sometimes. However, much of my spiel is very repetitive, I say almost the same thing all day... trying to mix it up a bit: eg "This first wine is one of the more popular summer wines, its from our so and so range, which is more of a table style, the second and third press of the grapes, a blend of chenin blanc, semillion and verdelho, predominately verdelho etc etc.." I'd then go into tastes, cellaring potential and whether they like it... people ask what my favourite is, and this changes person to person, day to day, if your a rich looking german, its the $40 bottle you know what I mean... what a salesman! I also use a few jokes here and there, which I must have repeated hundreds of times... each time I tell them though I try to make it sound like their the first people I've told... One joke, well its not really funny, comes up when people ask about stalvin closures (screwcaps which they're bringin in, fazing out the corks) after explaining why screw caps are being used now and the advantages, I throw in: " A couple of weeks ago, a customer mentioned an interesting point - restaurants charge a "corkage" fee for opening bottle... so what will they call it now that its a screw cap" I then leave it to them to get the answer... 60% of people get it and laugh, its funny when they just look at me... not once have I provided the answer though... and the truth is, there was never a customer who said this too me, maybe one day...

Oh I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight...,

Stay Human.

The two ways to live

2005-07-28T22:59:00.000+08:00

Towards the giants castle!

2005-07-28T14:56:00.000+08:00

Ok, very fast post... an essential blog. The entire purpose of this blog is to show you all the amazing and almost supernatural growth of my little snow peas! Overnight, they now look like this:

Aren't they beautiful?
Zoomy zoom kinda day today, have to pick up Jess now, hairdressers! Yep, my face is not too swollen anymore, back to work for me tomorrow... these last few holiday days are slip sliding away...

Whilst driving today, stopped at the lights I was approached by a window washer - you know the young dudes that quickly slap some dirty water on your windscreen, and wipe it off with an alcheapo squeegy thing that they either mugged an old lady for or borrowed from BP before the lights turn red (and you think air traffic controllers have a high stress job!...) yeah, those guys, anyway, I rejected employing this one fellow as he was aged about 35!? Am I being too judgemental? I think this says a lot about the state of society... crikies, I did this when I was 9, and only remember getting enough money for a paddle pop, or maybe a pack of fads.... hmmm, seeya gotta run and do my best to be:

Stay HuMAN

Still hope for Ado!

2005-07-27T19:32:00.000+08:00

Japanese scientists have unveiled the most human-looking robot yet devised - a "female" android called Repliee Q1.

=>Read all about it<=

A little less wise.

2005-07-27T13:01:00.000+08:00

Its a bright, blue day out today. Have just awoken. Doped up on some of the strongest pain killers available. Spent 95% of yesterday in bed, all feeling has returned now, but every 20 minutes or so my mouth fills up with blood - thats kinda gross! The actual opperation itself was over in about 30 minutes - I shook like a baby as the dentist poked the needle into my mouth... The numbness always amazes me, all i felt was the yanking back and forward, closed my eyes a few times, and then it was over - aparently in the olden days (my mother's era) it was cheaper to pull teeth out than to use fillings, so it was done all the time. I could blab on an on about the experience all day, or just sum it up by letting you see the most hideous looking teeth in the world! See, wow, look at those roots:
Couldn't really get a clear shot of the little buggers, trust me, you wouldn't want to see them clearly...

Speaking of roots, to finish up I've taken some photos showing the progress of my snow peas!
They're so cute, no?

Minus two teeth, you have been witness to the adventures of

Stay Human

Nasi Gorreng

2005-07-25T20:09:00.000+08:00

Another one of my Tioman Island photos just to colour this page up a tad.

Woke up to phone call from dentist: "Hi, your appointment is at 8 am tomorrow morning, see you there!" The two words that left my mouth during the conversation were "Hello" and "Yep". Whether or not they were actually vocalised is another ball game all together.
Its wisdom teeth removal time! will I become less wise?

Pulled my eyelids open after this phone awakening and ate some 49 cent instand Nasi Gorreng noodles. Was good.
Decided to act upon decision to surf and headed up to mum and dads, enjoyed the drive, window down, good tunes (listening to Dave Matthews, Reindeer section and - feel ashamed to admit it - a bit of John Mayer! Was suprised to find brother's bogan mobile in the driveway, he's down due to tooth issues as well, good timing running into him, had a good chat with bro, and family - tried on wetsuit... look like an absolute tool, feel like some kind of mutant Jelly fish ballerina wearing it.
I think mum really enjoyed having the two of us home for a while... Played with my boxer Beau for a little while, he's getting bigger everytime I see him. And that was pretty much the day, apart from watching some japanese animation, a stunning walk around a glistening lake and the relatively unsuccessful cooking of rissoles and mashed potatoes - the mash was the problem, for some reason I decided to add flour to it, why, I'll never know.

Surfing update: Picked up wetsuit. Next task, to get board from brother's friend... Its moving along... Oh I can feel the anticipation building!

Until next time, the dude who'll be praying for readers and a single comment will remain;
sTaY hUmAn

Sy Rogers

2005-07-24T23:03:00.000+08:00

Manga update: Have decided against these plans.

Surfing update: Picking up wetsuit tomorrow morning... stay tuned.

Attended riverview church tonight, great message from an interesting American: Sy Rogers... different - God is powerfully using this man for such an important ministry. His website SyRogers.com has some great resources and information about him and his ministry.

Over and Out:
S. Human

What the world needs now is, a little bit of soul:

2005-07-24T15:55:00.000+08:00

Verse from Numbers 6:24-26 discovered that predates the Dead Sea Scrolls!

And what an appropriate verse:

24 " ' "The LORD bless you
and keep you;
25 the LORD make his face shine upon you
and be gracious to you;
26 the LORD turn his face toward you
and give you peace." '

Check here for the news report!

Just a quick little note from your friendly neighbourhood;

SH

To learn to draw manga...

2005-07-23T22:38:00.000+08:00

Watched Astroboy this evening. Have never really been a fan of the show - put quite enjoyed the 4 episodes and the chicken supreme pizza and coke that accompanied it. It is true, I really like to... doodle I guess you could call it - I think my doodles sometimes have a hint of mangatism to them, so I've figured I am going to begin practicing drawing in the manga style. I've also figured (as my younger brother is working away up north) that I am going to borrow his wetsuit and surf board and take up surfing... Am picking them up tomorrow after the markets - have been doing a lot of figuring! For the exciting details,
stay tuned to:

Stay Human.

No fried foods? How d'you keep your health?

2005-07-22T22:23:00.000+08:00

A sleepy day...
The twins are staying over...(Jess' two five year old cousins) - they are presently down stairs watching the last few minutes or so of an old film; Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I recalled it from my youth... been watching it for an hour or so, the cockny accents finally proved to be a tad too irritating, but man, bit off a trippy movie from disney - signed up at a new video store in order to hire it, as accidently allowed Million dollar baby (good film) rack up $20 in overdue fines from blockbuster, whoops! Oh well, it was too far away anyway, new video store quite odd, very small privately owned by an old couple in their 70's who proceeded to inform me of the effects of the moon on children's behaviour as I filled in my membership details... They were both wearing a fair chunk of gold, Do you think they could be gypsies!? Will investigate further and provide details... Work tomorrow, checked out a website with Godcasts - interesting things I'm learning about, think I'm a bit behind in the times: http://www.godcast.org/categories/revtimPodcast/
BedKnob time for me now,
Until the next time, the person waiting for some comments, or even just readers, or even a reader will be;

Stay Human.

How you spend your minutes’ all that matters...

2005-07-21T19:21:00.000+08:00

Thailand people want more-more-more

Working today, same old job. Started the day thinking; I wonder if anything will happen today that would warrant a blog. Well, what a day. I’m so tired now I can’t even really bring myself to type about it! Did a wine tasting for a group of 40 people from Thailand, always a bit of a pain in the butt having to pause on every sentence – waiting for it to be translated whilst nodding (and looking like a complete idiot) like you understand what the translator is saying, when in reality he’s probably pulling the piss. Anyway, all was well until they started wanted to buy stuff. Man, the women, they haggled, “He c’mon, for me you give good discount, how much, you come on, check manager.” I offered them a 10% discount as they were buying a substantial amount of wine, but they wouldn’t stop, it went on for almost an hour – they wanted more and more and more… One women, kept pouting (I wish I could tell her how ridiculous she looked) and pushing me to give her “more discount me for!” I lost my cool a little bit, telling her if she wasn’t happy I’d take away what I’d already given her!
Very much was I close to head butting her “c’mon why you give me not more discount” head… anyway, was a good sale overall, for the company – maybe $800, one guy bought a case and a bit, I helped him carry it all out to the bus, and as we’re walking he’s telling me how rich he is… “I big boss you know, ya, ya, look, these my all my credit cards!” I’m not sure whether my face clearly expressed my utter fascination. Anyway, then the bus – They’re all sitting there, drunk as… well Asians, whom in my experience working in a winery are quite easily influenced by alcohol… it was interesting and for lack of a better word, scary, having 20 or so asian women shouting at you, winking, grabbing at me in a language that I have not the foggiest about is, scary…

The day ended well, met a highly helpful chap name Greg who provided me his email, as he was full on advice on my move to Japan (of which I mentioned to him), he’d lived there 6 years... Interesting guy this Greg, maybe in his late 20’s – originally from Singapore, moved to Japan, and now Australia and Singapore, apparently speaks 7 languages… I’ll get there one day. He was fascinated with my wedding ring (which is a bit different) as he’s getting married at the end of the year. Very encouraging chap, saying things like “Get in there man, pretend your not a foreigner, be humble, learn the language! You can do it! You’ll do amazing things.” Was a bit taken aback to be honest! Twas a nice day, nice people, tired now though, pretty much ran the show today, just the new girl and me, good having the responsibility, dinners ready, one question if anyone can help me, what are people from Thailand called, ahhh, just got it,,, derrrr, its Thai’s right, like Thai food? Scary people methinks…

Until next time, I’ll be

Stay H.

Under the shade of a coolabah tree...

2005-07-20T20:34:00.000+08:00

Alas, or las, I have returned to the wintery days and nights of Perth, my home...
Yesterday found myself on the beach, watching the sun set on the ocean while drinking a carlsberg and munching on chips. Ah reminicin' of images like these that float around in my head...

And what, you may or may not ask, is an Aussie doing drinking Carlsberg? Well, what was an Aussie doing drinking Kickapoo?=>

Yes, I spent some time in Singapore... and then Malaysia, on one of the islands: Tioman. Was idealic, reminded me of that movie (and great book) The Beach.

That island recharged my batteries big time - time was spent looking for monkeys, jungle trekkin, swinging from vines, staring at crystal clear water and fish (including little nemo's) while snorkling - and sipping carlsbergs n' cocktails, watching the awesome malaysian sunsets...

I took multiple shots on my digi camera, over 300 - my thinking behind this was: the more I take the better my chances are of getting a few good shots, there are probably about 20 decent photos. I'll leave it there tonight, with one of those sunsets I just mentioned:

Goodnight for now,

Sincerely

Stay Human.