2006 09 18 : The Next Modest Mouse? |  |
These guys are great... the next modest mouse? Yep!
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2006 09 18 : Neckface again.... | |
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More neckface, just cause.
Nasty NECK FACE!
Nasty NECK FACE!
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2006 09 14 : Sept. 11/2001 | |
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A week ago Jp, Pep, Michelle and I went to Rippon Vineyard for a tour. Our friend Nick Mills owns and operates the place so it was intriguing to see someone so passionate about something. His vineyard is biodynamic, meaning that everything is incorporated with the land and surroundings (no artificial watering, chemicals, etc.) His set up is also organic. Pretty sick. Check him out at www.rippon.co.nz Anyway, this is the view from his home on the property.
Our group walkng down the property.
Composte is basically the life blood of the vineyard. It's not all acidic like a household composte. Those piles were actually super super hot inside from the combination of sun and material breaking down.
Nick, Jp and Michelle overlooking the lower vineyard. Nick's explaining the makeup of the rock and its relation to the property dynamics.
Just liked it. Hay trailer...
sunsetting...
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I was forwarded this by one of my closest friends whom I'm about to travel in Asia with for the next 2 months. I found it quite fitting...
"You are at the mercy of your past when travelling. It is all you have. You journey forwards in space, but backwards in time. Alien sights and sounds roll over you like a millstone, crushing your personality, the acquired habits, you so-called character, revealing it to be a fiction that can only be reinforced by familiar surroundings. But there was one thing left intact: a concentrated core of things left undone, suppressed, never spoken of to anyone else, but which, in the manner of a chain reaction, made you who you were. Time was when I believed that the only continuity to be found in my life lay in the mistakes I had made, and this I now saw confirmed. As a traveller you are nobody in the eye of others. And in your own eyes: the accused. Hence the necessity of travelling when young, with less history behind you. Then the journey may become a formative experience. Perhaps I was making this journey to store up future memories; in order, later, to yearn for the peacefulness of all these foreign landscapes which i was far too anxious and breathless to take in while actually looking at them, and which only became real once they had receded into the distance."
"You are at the mercy of your past when travelling. It is all you have. You journey forwards in space, but backwards in time. Alien sights and sounds roll over you like a millstone, crushing your personality, the acquired habits, you so-called character, revealing it to be a fiction that can only be reinforced by familiar surroundings. But there was one thing left intact: a concentrated core of things left undone, suppressed, never spoken of to anyone else, but which, in the manner of a chain reaction, made you who you were. Time was when I believed that the only continuity to be found in my life lay in the mistakes I had made, and this I now saw confirmed. As a traveller you are nobody in the eye of others. And in your own eyes: the accused. Hence the necessity of travelling when young, with less history behind you. Then the journey may become a formative experience. Perhaps I was making this journey to store up future memories; in order, later, to yearn for the peacefulness of all these foreign landscapes which i was far too anxious and breathless to take in while actually looking at them, and which only became real once they had receded into the distance."
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