Pakistan has weird stuff in it

so Part One of my little jaunt had me stuck inside a National Geographic with a few cut-outs from Asterix stories for good measure. These people are nomadic goat herders and have recently arrived at their winter camp.

Here in a rare display of cohabitation you see men and women appearing to be having a wee chat. Of course the men are having a chat. And the women are having a chat. And I certainly didn't take this picture cause it would have been quite inappropriate to even Look at a women. You see its a bit like New Zealand breasts. I'll explain. In New Zealand you can have a nice set somewhere in your field of vision no problem. They're just part of life. It gets awkward when you find yourself looking at breasts. You've got maybe 0.4secs to nonchalantly look elsewhere before you find "filthy perv" stuck on your nametag. Its the same with women in Pakistan. You need to be real clever to get a photo like these ones.

Anyway I ate and slept in these tents for a while.

roti and curry. bowl of salt. bowl for bone fragments. breakfast. lunch. dinner. hold roti in left hand. eat with right.

foot disease, tea, pus, wounds, ticks, tea, minor surgery, how about a cup of tea now

scribbling furiously. except I wasn't furious. or scribbling. listening and writing rather.

Then after I'd learnt a bunch about what nomadic goat herders are good at and lousy at, a nice big seminar. One time me and Steve Chitty went to Toastmasters. We both qualified as "Competent Toast Masters".

Mr Chitty went on to become the Bourgeoisie. I used my skills for the workers in their daily struggle of their means of production.

Kinda looks like AD 200 don't you think? Except the powerlines (bourgeois piece of shit electricity).

Cool how I discovered the "large" option for pictures.

and this is where i hung out for the second part of the trip.

If this piece of hill was in NZ it might be like 10% of a farm. So imagine how weird it is when there are I dunno like 30 houses and 30 families all trying to live off it.

This was where the earthquake made a really big mess a couple of years ago and the NGO I was with donated hundreds of cows and buffalo to people who had lost theirs (like dead, not misplaced). This is an archieve photos so I can neither confirm nor deny whether that is Cannabis sativa behind the said buffalo. Certainly in November the miriad of pot plants are drying up and ready to roll straight from the plant.

a whole bunch of sticking stethoscopes on thoraxes. And also some other things. Lots of houses around here still look like this from after the earthquake: just the lower walls and some reinforcing steel. Sucks when in December the snows come.

this is my translator explaining something to an old dude.

You seen this one but this is LAAAARRRGE size. Another seminar but this time for the buffalo/cow people. Its all about the milk and the reproduction so it can be about the milk again. Its a beautiful thing to be part of kids getting milk in their bellies. I'm all about that.

how to dance good

Spring is sprung, the taggers is come

Does anyone read Tag? someone stuck it on our garage.





and in a moment of originality stuck another one on the road thus:

I think it is arabic-based tagging, or possibly Cambodian.







But on a better note:






this is my favourite time to look at nature.

When was the last time you used Pall Mall's famous length to get into the pants of a lady? Outstanding. and natural.

Trainspotting

One day we left the house.

I saw a train.

No one used heroin.

oh and then we got sick with this shitty thing called influenza which makes your feverish and sore and cough both lungs up. Pity really.

kiwislaughter

do you know that your kiwisaver money might be funding armaments? I nearly gave a bunch of currency to Boeing.

but there are ethical investment alternatives available.

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Which one did you fund?

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Why I dispise nature

Some clever clogs started a stink trick whereby he (white, male, corporate I'm guessing) equated "NATURAL" with the romantic ideas of the old. You know - good health, peaceful dew drops, clear skies, a picturesque village with ubiquitous chattering and giggling of children, the biggest lentil plants you've ever seen...





This was clever because now he could market all sorts of shit with the adjective: NATURAL and wonderous feelings would glow from the consumer. Not just veges, but stereos ("Kenwood, Naturally"), and they sky was the limit as far as what NATURAL would market.



And its tempting to say its all good. Getting simple on it. making your own beer, organic gardens, getting out of the city.... ahhhh...



But actually NATURE is full of shit. NATURE means lying on a dirt floor, can't sleep cause of the flea's (yeah like garlic really gets rid of those), festering wounds (yeah like garlic really gets rid of those), poxed, rabid, freezing cold, headachy, isolated, nackered from fricking hard work, predated, hungry from crop failure....

NATURE means death for 30% of babies,



Here's the clincher:

NATURE is where the only music is what comes out of your own mouth

(AAARRHHHSSSSGGGRRRRTTTTAAATTTAAA!!!)



NATURE is red in tooth and claw (Tennyson I believe)



ok enough of that.

Why then is it a GOOD thing that preservative-free dog food is NATURAL????

These are some thoughts that I have had

Books on socialism should really be for The People. for the Proletarian masses. for the powerless worker. But they're really hard to read and make your brain hurt.




Never trust a rich socialist




Never trust a rich capitalist even more.



Beware the claim after: "I know for a fact..."


People use chemicals to stop insects pooing on your apples. How many chemicals/infectious agents/toxins in insect poo?
Oh... you don't know do you?
Oh... and they also dribble, and wee and copulate.
And apparently organic stuff is better for you.

a bit of imagery

Apparently humans are born with eyes that are the same size as when they are grown ups.

Get into it - not out of it.

The best thing about tea party's is that you don't necessarily need any trousers.

but I am wearing trousers here.

So seriously I need some help finishing this thing. any ideas? all you artifarti people out there...

and some random photographics...

This doesn't at all fit here but I can't NOT make some sort of political statment. This is a nice one from the last pope. The one that didn't look like an evildooer.

Pakiston, like Palmerston really.

oh but DrSteef is going to Pakistan in November. once there was a big earthquake and it wasn't very funny. some people died and some animals died. A nice group of humans decided that wasn't very fair and they could try to make some other humans existance less shit. Then later they asked DrSteef if he could fly over and help out. DrSteef always says yes to these humans. So in Novermber he will look at some animals and attempt to find ways of making them better, stronger, faster, musclier, fecundier, virileier (sorry if you "lay" people don't speak jargon) etc. And hopefully can find ways of getting the locals more able to carry on some good jargons too. And then hopefully they can buy more Playstation II's. Or at least a few vegetables everyday.

This raises an interesting dilemma which I find interesting but you may choose to click on another thing now. How does one justify such expense, fossil fuel eradication (the airoplane), time, etc etc. How does one calculate the gains and the losses?

A journal article I recently read discussed how short term "missions" can get you high, make you full of wickedcoollovedupvibes. For a while. Then you're back to normal. The hosts usually need heaps of time to prepare for the visit, and heaps of time to recover. Language is a bitch. Cultural mistakes are offensive. Diarrhea is obligatory.

And what if the money spend was just donated to the people on the ground getting it on. heaps more value there than spent on Thai airlines.

hmmmm.

The thing DrSteef has always tried to look for is one human asking another human for help.

I think thats a nice thing. and it seems that the Pakistani vets are a bit busy with flash government jobs and like to treat the richies like the ones with all the money. So they asked me. and I said yes.

hope thats ok.

Is blog really bourgeois? An arguement with myself.

Moot (or some such wanky term):
The blogger is one with "spare time"

Argument one: The whole concept of blogging is limited to the rich. It is limited to those lucky enough to have more than they require. The hand-to-mouth masses are excluded from world wide self-display and this exacerbates the abyss separating rich and poor. The poor have always had trouble in being seen and heard and blogging is an illustration and symptom of this. Even in the West the division presents itself with those bottom-of-the-heap proletarians underrepresented in blogging - and democracy.


Argument two: All cultures, in all countries have spare time. There must be time for stories to be passed down generations. There must be time for sitting/smoking/resting/drinking/festivaling. Very few people genuinely have no spare time.
It is what one chooses to do with spare time that varies between class. By implying that blogging is somehow more valuable than sitting and talking shows the direction of ones bias. Blogging shows the isolation and inferiority of the bourgeois (and other Richy's).

nipple