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Posted: 20th Aug 2004
that looks like more than just a craving.

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is NOT.
Proud member of the HoP DPS.
Sanity is a highly overrated state of mind.
I'm normal ... it's everyone else that's crazy.

Gidg

Posted: 20th Aug 2004
**giggles** Here, Gidg, I made you a plate of cookies, too.

**gives Gidg a plate of cookies**

Yanni, glomps ARE easily distributed in the real world. In fact, glomps are distributed quite often. You're just not hanging around the right people.

Have some more glomps

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Pies Jesu Domine *whack*
Dona eis requiem *whack*

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Posted: 20th Aug 2004
Gidg takes the plate of cookies from Ela

Thanks girl, you know we are really going to have to work with Yanni about sharing.

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is NOT.
Proud member of the HoP DPS.
Sanity is a highly overrated state of mind.
I'm normal ... it's everyone else that's crazy.

Gidg

Posted: 20th Aug 2004
*bakes a massive brownie, the size of the trocadero in paris, and slices two hunks the size of buses for the two VIP who blessed him with glomps and attention, to prove he does share*



in fact i've been known to share too much in my highschool days, so much that it was soon taken for granted, and even, oh the words pain me, even sometimes they wouldn't share back!



and i must say that glomps are not that common in the france i live in, i mean we give quick hugs and do the bise (sometimes two kisses, sometimes three or four, and most often you get it wrong and someone ends up with their cheek hangin in the air),



but unless its sexual, the physical affection stops there. so in the end i am also craving physical affection as well as cookies. i must go down to the supermarket, and then the redlight district (no, not that much of a crave)



i might not be seeing the right people, but in the end i dont see that many people at all. i have a small clique of friends who dont necessarily like each other, so often have i had to choose between chilling partners (which can be quite tricky. lucky im the son of a diplomat and its in my blood or i would have lost them all)



anyway, enough of my whining, cyber glomps are better than none... glomp away

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 23rd Aug 2004
GLOMP!!

I heard there were cookies on offer here... so thought i'd drop in as was getting a little hungry.... i glomped... have i earnt some of that monster brownie on offer....??

(Btw, one of the best written intros here that i've seen yet - Keep up the good work )

I smile because i have no idea whats going on!!

Posted: 23rd Aug 2004
mele, i am outraged by your question. do you doubt my qualities as a good host? of course you get some trocadero brownie, do you want the west wing or the central courtyard?;) you have earned it, so enjoy, but watch the car sized chocalte chunks, they can chip a tooth

and thanks for the compliment. everyone has been nice about the intro and as i love to write for myself and others, and since a writer is his own worst enemy, it helps me a lot, gives me confidence, and makes me write more and better.

HoP does manage to bring together a lot of kind and chilled people, it is one of the finer accomplishments of this whole internet thingy.

glomps galore

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 23rd Aug 2004
Mmmm, brownies. You do know how to share

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is NOT.
Proud member of the HoP DPS.
Sanity is a highly overrated state of mind.
I'm normal ... it's everyone else that's crazy.

Gidg

Posted: 30th Aug 2004
Mmmmm.... Brownies... the central courtyard sounds nice? What do you think?? I can bring some beer??

I smile because i have no idea whats going on!!

Posted: 30th Aug 2004
You do the beer, I still want milk.

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is NOT.
Proud member of the HoP DPS.
Sanity is a highly overrated state of mind.
I'm normal ... it's everyone else that's crazy.

Gidg

Posted: 31st Aug 2004
*has the urge to hug a frenchman* yannicus

*walks off to find other stuff to bid for Dub with*

Feed me Chocolate!!! Feed me NOW!

Posted: 31st Aug 2004
mmm, hugs and beer and brownies and milk

this is turning into a proper slumber party. yeah the courtyard is a good choice, remember to masticate. i said masticate.

anyway, i happen to be in senegal, and i happen to have a lot of time on my hands... so what does this have to do with you guys? absolutely nothing, but here goes anyway.

so...
so me and my brother decide to go out of our little hotel on the coastal town of saly; its like a beach resort, but when you look closely its more like a traditional african village town where a bunch of hotels and motels and bungalows and overprices drinks came crashing down from the north to land in a heap of debris and waste on the beach. So some when you walk out of the air conditioned, polished, comfy hotel lobbies into the traditional village to look into the fly-wridden eyes of hungry children, you see that something in this socio-economic system has gone amock (namely the part where local populations were to benefit from the whole urbanisation process). But whats new?

So me and my brother walk out in the evening, hoping to meet some cool surfers or hot beach babes. But all we get to meet are drug dealers and sculptors. This is in itself no problem, untill the scenario repeats itself four or five times. It goes like this. A guy says hi, with a wide grin, and takes a seemingly honest interest in you, where your from, what you do, how long your here, and after much convincing and smiling and kindness, he will inevitably try to usher you into a stank little hut where he can introduce you to his countless children, cousins, uncles, grandmas and great grandmas, so you feel inclined to buy a petty statue if only to put some food on the table. So its all smiles and kindness, untill you say you dont want to buy the wretched statue, at which point the smiles vanish and contempt hangs like smoke residue , and you feel a sudden impulse to leave as fast as possible.
After this happens a few times you become immune to the process, and dont even answer the constant beckoning (hey whiteboy, hey holidaymaker, hey playboy, hey brother, hey cousin, hey son... they have a variety of ways of calling us, the toubab, (the white people) its quite funny, but not that funny in the end).

So me and my bro decide to play some pool before going to a nightclub. we play, i win, twice, and then the waitor tells us we wont get into a club dressed in beach shorts. so we decide to stay, and spend all the cash on drinks. When we leave, to go home, this rapper who is convinced we like him, who is convinced he knows ODB and the wu tang, and to illustrate takes out a cd saying its his, well this guy starts tailing us like our shadow. we stop by ths club to see if ye could have gotten in, dressed like proper tourists, and he said no problem. but there was a problem, we spent all the cash getting hammered inthe pool hall. so the rapper says, i'll get you guys in, talks to the bouncer, and in we go.

now it gets fun. this club is a non-ventilated, unclean, sweaty stank little place, where most of the women have pricetags on them and most of the guys are selling the women. yay. so we hang out a bit, with this drunk rapper talking into my ear, wel, screaming into it, about bullshit i never wanted to know. then there is a show, butt wiggling and djembe players who make more noise than a supernova. wow. we hang out, constantly trying to shake off the big lipped whores who speak unspeakable filth to us to turn us on, but which is more of a contraceptive than an enticing thing to hear. after a few hours of sweating and smoking and sitting in the same spot, i am seriously considering suicide, and my brother is dancing with some lady, and that f*ckin rapper comes to tel me about his music. i wouldnt mind the conversation, but this guy talks like a spastic mix of wolof and french and english rap jargon which really clouds my clouded mind and makes me wonder why the hell i ever came to this club.

we ditch the rapper and make a run for it, and walk a half hour on the beach to get home. its a stumbling walk, dodging crabs and the tide and the average drug dealer, my shoes are wet and sandy, im drunk and tired and smell like a decomposing corpse, and we get lost.

damn, he says, dont we turn in there. i dont know, i say, i cant see a thing, where is the moon? Jesus! he says, what was that? its a crab, i say. but that crab is too big to be a crab, he says. its growling, i say. crabs dont growl, he says. RUN, we scream.

so we are pounding down the beach, lost, with a rabid dog hot on our heels and the tide coming in. the moon is gone and it starts to rain. we find the hotel an hour later, the dog must have drowned, or maybe not, i dont care.

conclusions? yes, many. dont forget the flashlight when you have to walk home in the dark of a strange place. dont let wierd rappers get you into a club for nothing in return, because that means he thinks your a friend. dont trust waitors in poolhalls. dont go to saly unless with a bunch of friends, and only go in the high season, which is christmas.

i think this place would appeal if it stuck to its roots and stopped trying to become france.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 31st Aug 2004
Lol, but at least you have a story to tell

Tourism is a double-edged sword (for the visitor and the local)... it helps out some of the population very well, but ignores others - the joys of capitalism.

Safe trip... always carry a torch at night... and don't talk to dodgy looking guys

Clare xx

Getting to the other side

Posted: 5th Sep 2004
well it was a story to tell, even more of a story to live. crazy.

but i feel i give a bad image to the country talking like this. i mean it is gorgeous, baobab trees are monuments of nature, astounding. and its the rainy season so its all green and fresh, though scorching hot. and i have seen some pretty cool things, like an invasion of bright yellow locusts. i mean a proper swarm of them, like in the bible. and i visited this lake which is pink (i know one HoP member who would like that idea) because of this wierd algae, and its so salty that you float on top of the water, like in the dead sea. very wierd, like swimming in honey or maple syrup

its a cool country, with its ups and downs. but i wouldnt want to live here, despite the fact that i grew up in africa, it seems so foreign to me now.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 5th Sep 2004
Very nice interesting read - I almost felt like hippos on acid were populating my my dreams again. Or perhaps I was on acid and the hippos were dancing on my head, either way...

I went to Thailand this summer and had similarly interesting adventures.

Keep posting on HoP, it'll be people like you who drag me out of lurking. =D

To do: More Firedrums 08 video?

Wildfire/US East coast fire footage

LA/EDC glow/fire footage

Fresno fire

Posted: 5th Sep 2004
Wow, gone from 3 to 13! Way to go Kael!

Yanniiiiiiiiii!!!!!! **glomp**
You always seem to have such an action-packed life... Mind sharing some of the excitement? Are you taking lotsa pictures of the perdyful scenery? I think you should post a picture of the pink lake.

I hope the rest of your stay is more fun.
**much glompage**

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Pies Jesu Domine *whack*
Dona eis requiem *whack*

Come join us and chat - we're bored! irc.newnet.net #homeofpoi

Posted: 5th Sep 2004
acid and hippoes, mmmm, imagine yellow locust cloud over pink lake... damn.

hey elanna, *glomp* right back at ya. and in fact my life ain't all that action packed, i dont get much action these days. and i do proceed to a strict selective process when i post, i mean i wouldn't want to sound boring... lord forbid. and i do have a lot of boring hours in my days.

but i do travel a bunch, and though its a small world its still a big one, there is always something else to see

if i have another adventure i will report to local HoP authorities

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 12th Sep 2004
well, im off to paris in two days. i hate the airport in dakar, well not hate it but once im in there i sort of go into a timeless trance to shut out the mahem. i mean its pretty crazy, where there should be queues to the checkin desks is a woven mass of humans and baggage, people shouting all over the place, kids scuttling around. you might say, well thats the same in all airports, but its not the same. no one makes the least effort to systemize or regulate this human flow, and the people are focalized on one thing only, that checkin desk, you can see the hunger in their eyes, the blind motivation to get there before anyone else. im sure it would degenerate into a bloody, brutal goldrush if the cops with automatic weapons weren't hanging around.
airports are an interesting place i feel, they are crossroads and meeting points, stressful places, a whole little world of constant flow. and if you're exposed to culture shock, thats usually where it starts. for example, when i moved to dhaka, in bangladesh, as we were clambering out of the arrivals lounge through the mass of people (about a hundren, all trying to carry our baggage, sell us cigarettes, beg for money or just standing there eyeing us with an absent look in the eye like those blond kids in children of the korn) my brother took pity on a particularly small kid and took out a hundred taka bill (roughly 1pound50) and watched in horror as the entire mob turned against this kid and nearly trampled him to get the note. i mean talk about shock, this was trauma.
i wonder where this all came from, i mean its 4:41Am and im loaded and just about blind , been watching movies back to back, log into my own intro thread to write perfectly futile anecdotes about airports.
oh wait here's another one. in singapore the smoking sections are something out of this world: a glass case thats airtight so you light up already having inhaled more nicotine than is containable in a whole pack of cigs, its the hotbox from hell. talk about antismoking campaign, its inhuman. at least they have smoking sections though, i guess its beats the toilet, i nearly missed a plane once in CDG cuz i was lighting up standing on the toiletbowl, completely paranoid after having stayed up all night partying
god i smoke too much , im off to bed.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 13th Sep 2004
Hey Yannicus!

Ah the joys of airline travel. And the airport is only the start, next will come the joy of sitting squished in the middle seat between two huge sweaty men who insist on wandering about the plane at 15 minute intervals before falling asleep and drooling on your shoulder

And I'm not sure if you're talking about the city or airport, but Singapore airport has a fairly comfortable garden smoking area. Just before the gates, you go upstairs and through the doors on the left. I think it's called the cactus garden or something similar.

On my first flight out to Sydney from Belfast, I had left Belfast in 4c and walked through those doors to have a smoke into about 35c. It was like hitting a wall, I've never felt heat like it (got used to it though )

Anyways, safe trip
xx

Getting to the other side

Posted: 13th Sep 2004
i know, im looking foreward to the plane ride, need a good book and have to be stoic, tis for the best.

i was talking about the singapore airport, and i did once find the outdoor smoking lounge, but that was only after wasting a lung in the smokers aquariums. next time i'll ask someone.

what doesnt kill you makes you stronger

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 13th Sep 2004
Hmmm. So I'm told.

I normally find if it's that bad though, it just makes me pissed off.

Safe flight
xx

Getting to the other side

Posted: 14th Sep 2004
Hey up Yanni, I've been away for a bit myself, too many reasons to bother posting about, hope you're ok... take care of your beautiful self x x x

Monkeys monkeys and bananas

Posted: 14th Sep 2004
Yanni! **glomp**

Airports are crazy, ne? I've been to some pretty hectic ones, but that one tops them all!
You should try the airports around here. Much nicer, and usually a lot more organized.

Hope you have a pleasant flight!

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Pies Jesu Domine *whack*
Dona eis requiem *whack*

Come join us and chat - we're bored! irc.newnet.net #homeofpoi

Posted: 16th Sep 2004
Back in gay Paris; Paris by night; Paris, Paris, Pariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis

its hot, and nice here; not the swealtering, crippling, skull shattering heat of senegal, but that glacial french sun, only warm when its looking you in the eye and in every shadow is a cold spot. the flight was ok, except i got stuck next to this massive dinosaur of a lady, in fact she was mummified in the inextricable kaliedoscopic garments she chose to wear that day; wierd, imagine a purple mummy snoring on your elbow

and in front of me was this italian guy who slumped his seat back the very millisecond he got into his seat; including during meals so that when i dropped the fork between my legs i knew i wouldnt see it again before landing.

anyway; departure was kind of hectic; there was a raging storm in dakar; with massive lightning bolts that looked like thick rivulets of white paint against the black sky, huge monstrous cracks of thunder, very impressive spectacle of the power of nature. to add to the watery torrent my mom shed more tears than i though was containable in her little head. anyway; she got over it (i pray); me too; back to life:

i got back and my three darling bud plants (named after my sister and two ex-potential-girlfriends (that is to say chicks i dug once upon a time who left a memorable imprint on my subconscious)), they have grown like crazy, my roomie must have talked to them loads.

god this french keyboard is droving me quite potty; i think ill go hit mw head on the wall ( why cant keyboards be the same everywhere there is the same alphabet?)

seeyaz

Y.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 16th Sep 2004
Hey darlin... tis always the way on those long flights!!

At least you got a great view

I'm pleased your three children have developed well, it's a pleasure to watch em grow

Laters x

Getting to the other side

Posted: 18th Sep 2004
cant...talk: awsome party; fire, spinners, wow; flaming fire ball hit my head, alcohol helped, felt nothing. cant...talk...must...sleep

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 29th Sep 2004
forgive me for that last post, i was posessed by some Smirnoff Djinn and had no control over my fingers.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 1st Oct 2004
YANNI THE MAN!
How ya been? I am off to a free party this weekend!!!! Going stomping now!!!!
Take care of yourself hun!!!!
x x x x x

Monkeys monkeys and bananas

Posted: 2nd Oct 2004
kewl, free parties, stompin. is stompin a form of dancing? its been referred to, and if i put my lingual skills to use i can sort of imagine how those chemically fuelled gesticulations could be seen as a sort of cadent, rythmic, unstoppable STOMP.

it beats the hell out of punching a bag, i mean its the ultimate stress evacuation, totally

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 8th Nov 2004
hey people,

just to let you all know i'm not dead. though this is futile information for most of the world, i'm sure someone, a speck of sand on the global beach, will be touched in some unexplicable way.

paris is cold, im really not getting enough practise with my poi because often lone spinning has such a pointless, toilsome feel to it; like planting, by hand, eyes closed, inedible crops in a sterile field. also, now i have gotten into the whole staff thing, i need a good staff because mine is too light and too smooth, no grip. and i started a juggling class with my university, its pretty cool, good atmoshpere and nice people (mostly girls. amen.) and i tried out some contact juggling, thats tricky stuff, but so sensual, sinuous and round, very interesting because of the contrast to the angular aspect of human physical motion, these round, rolling liquid movements make me feel so snake-like.

i got dumped, that sucks; well technically i wasn't dumped but simply, how to say, hmmm, uninvited? yes uninvited is a good way to put it. but pity me not, for fish abound and love stings and though each uninvitation is an additional layer to the armor plating around me, it only takes one amorous white flag for all defencive strategies to dissolve.

anyway, i won't keep your eyes any longer, have them back. i didn't like the color anyway.



oh yes, one question, out of the blue. anyone got any tricks for piercing kevlar...? trying to make some cathedral wicks, and its tricky as can be.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.

Posted: 25th Feb 2005
Brisbane is HOT

really, it is so perfect for poi, i mean i juggle all the time most of the time, but this heat just makes me want to make more FIRE.

i went to my first moonfest this thursday, it was awesome, really friendly and loads of cool people, and some wikked tricks. im trying to get into staff and i learnt all sorts of [censored] and now am going through much face whacking. i also met Puck there, with his tripod and camera, which was a nice surprise, and i hope to see him there again.

i heard about a meet at southbanks on mondays around 7 so i will be there too, and at every moonfest till kingdom come, or at least till november when i go back to paris (oh, the thought pains me). i mean i like paris, sort of, in a way, yeah, ok no it sux i hate it and wish i could stay here forever. no thats an overstatement i dont hate it it just puts me in a foul mood and makes me smoke dope every day and waste these precious years and precious lung capacity.

anywayssss, gonna check out puck's pix to see if i see myself there, could be kewl. and hope to see you guys there, at least some of you im sure your brisbaners and are moonfesters too. i have been totally converted.

bizou

Y.

-Believing that all has been said and done is like mistaking the horizon for the limits of the world. Voltaire.
-Plus je connais hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Pascal.