My friend Lisa

Dating Advice. Love the one your are with. That is always you. Show others this love and they will want some too. Expect nothing, give what you can, keep it simple, try not to plan. Make the most of shared happy moments when you are able and take the time to sit alone when you are not in the mood to eat the food staring back at you from life's table.

Love for Strong VPN

I am pimping out my keyboard time and this here space to tout the benefits of being a paid customer of Strong VPN. Sharing my life online would not be the same without it. Imagine living in a world of exclusive Baidu searches and Gmail access at a tenth of the speed. Thankfully I do not have to. I have Strong VPN. Find them on Facebook, or Twitter. There are infrequent problems with the delivery of the VPN service and the costumer service access is always available through a chat interface. The VPN service and the customer service are delivered fast and reliably. The cost is reasonable at $9 a month, as of this posting, for two accounts; one each for my laptop and one for my mobile handset. Just this morning, while sitting in a Jeep on the China/Mongolian border, I was able to turn on the VPN service on my mobile and share a photo on Facebook. Not possible without the service. That my friends, is my love for Strong VPN.

My Friend Katherine

Dirty, Dirty

You left some DNA on my duvet
White on red I see in my bed
I do care you are not here

Not for the day I say;
"My cock is hot"  
and "You tweaked my hip a bit"

I was not full of shit

You tweaked my hip
and jacked my back

But I like your touch very much

and wish a kiss from your lips

Now no trace of your sweet embrace
Come back, come back, and share my shack
Want me, wake me, work me over
Pluck me like a five leaf clover

He loves me, he loves me not

Pluck me like a five clover
and tell me you will be my lover
So I can say some day

My cock is not hot

My hip is fit and my back not whacked

For I love our touch very much
and wish a kiss upon our lips
and a shared embrace of silk and lace
as I place my head upon your red
portal,

for I am a mortal

and I long for your slit that is such a hit.

Bad Bay Bubby ~ 1993 ~ Rolf de Heer

When I watch an Australian made film like Mad Max, The Piano, The Adventures of Pricilla, Queen of the Desert or Hedwig the Angry Inch, at some point I remember; outside of the native populations, the current western cultured development of the continent was penal colony in origin.

From their bizarre characters and plots, to the ragged and scrubbed dry shooting locations, these films share a hard ground edge.  Bad Boy Bubby is no different.  The compelling story line throughout is there as well and this is a recommended film. 

In the films beginning there are many scenes of grotesque existence that set the stage for the repeated Slacker like character introductions that soon follow.  

For the first third of the film I couldn't tell what the time period or when it was shot for that matter.  That fact alone held my interest. The unexpected plot twists that come one after another as you follow a mans' journey into the wilderness of new people, places, and things provide the real hook though.  The tale of Bubby's liberation is filled with some of the those classically intriguing and oft color Australian depictions of society and moral and value.  

So many profoundly touching experiences are portrayed so well on the screen by actor Nicolas Hope you really should find his range and manifestation of Bubby a joy to watch.

If you are looking for that same glorious "the sun still rises" ending this Australian film has that too.  You wont be able to watch it without a appreciated the range of emotion it creates. 

I am curious to know which ones.

Why I want to go to China #2

"Increasingly the BRICS are betting on the yuan as their monetary alternative to a devalued US dollar" ~ Pepe Escobar

Earn yuan. Spend dollars.

Desire

what you do to me you crazy fool

darting in and out of my conscientiousness in your game of tag for one

usurping me of my reason, taunting my logic, testing my resolve,  all while flaunting your ease of use

carefully caressing my lapses in ego with your contempt

cycling through your creation and simultaneous destroying of determination and drive

reducing me with your imbalanced state you crazy fool you righteous bastard

you source of will, I want you

I found something I enjoy doing.

Taking intermediate ESL students to the advanced level.

After the brief, yet warranted mutiny yesterday (my second day of being more than a little tardy to 8am class) that included venting to management, I have my students back where I want them. Eating from the hand of knowledge.

I always suspected I would love teaching and law and I am half right so far.

This afternoon, Gina, the first student take advantage of the free hour I make myself available each day, told me of her struggle in the last five years since returning to Ecuador from the United States. She is losing vocabulary and general language production skills. In addition,  she is challenged by the spanish writing voice.

It will be interesting to see how I help students transition this voice and ultimatly lay new neurological paths.

I already have ideas using the visual Gina showed me today that illustrates the differences between the "voices" that dictate her speech and writing style.

I will need to show my students how they can write short, concise sentences with limited lexicon in English, as opposed to the ever flowing,  extended, and decorated style of the Spanish voice.

I also recognized that I will need to learn to adapt my teaching voice to suite different first languages.