Friday, March 25, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
my name is berin and i am grinning like an absolute tool...
...hello. Completely grinning ear to ear. Like I'm absolutely bananas.
Let me tell you a nice story.
We just had a chap shuffle in here, just a wisp of a man. 70 years old, balding (but sporting a fine, fine hat.....arch) and mopping the rain off himself after shuffling here from the train station. After taking a few moments to gather his breath he dumped some heavily laden bags on one of the desks and proceeded to explain himself.
He had heard about the woman who I talked about a few posts ago who started a school in Bangladesh. Last week he had attended a talk by her, that we organised. He heard about us collecting musical instruments for the wee cherubs and decided to see what he could do.
As it turns out he was 10 when the bomb went off in Hiroshima. His family was killed and he was shuffled off to an orphanage. Here's what he said...
"I know what it's like to grow up with nothing and to be at the bottom of the heap. It's crap. I want to help these kids have a childhood."
So he bought 15 (pairs? schools? pods?) Castanets, 7 Maraccas, 5 Harmonicas, 3 Gazoos and the most enormous 3 layered tambourine I have ever seen.
"I'm on a pension and have my house already. I don't need it all, I've had a good run" he said.
Then he donned his cap, straightened his tie and shuffled on out of here. I tried to get Kenny Loggins to quickly write the score to his triumphant leaving but he was busy.
Bloody Good Show.
Nice People Totally, Totally Rule.
Yours, grinning,
berin.
PS: anyone who is mean out there and reading this: piss off, you're ruining my vibe.
Let me tell you a nice story.
We just had a chap shuffle in here, just a wisp of a man. 70 years old, balding (but sporting a fine, fine hat.....arch) and mopping the rain off himself after shuffling here from the train station. After taking a few moments to gather his breath he dumped some heavily laden bags on one of the desks and proceeded to explain himself.
He had heard about the woman who I talked about a few posts ago who started a school in Bangladesh. Last week he had attended a talk by her, that we organised. He heard about us collecting musical instruments for the wee cherubs and decided to see what he could do.
As it turns out he was 10 when the bomb went off in Hiroshima. His family was killed and he was shuffled off to an orphanage. Here's what he said...
"I know what it's like to grow up with nothing and to be at the bottom of the heap. It's crap. I want to help these kids have a childhood."
So he bought 15 (pairs? schools? pods?) Castanets, 7 Maraccas, 5 Harmonicas, 3 Gazoos and the most enormous 3 layered tambourine I have ever seen.
"I'm on a pension and have my house already. I don't need it all, I've had a good run" he said.
Then he donned his cap, straightened his tie and shuffled on out of here. I tried to get Kenny Loggins to quickly write the score to his triumphant leaving but he was busy.
Bloody Good Show.
Nice People Totally, Totally Rule.
Yours, grinning,
berin.
PS: anyone who is mean out there and reading this: piss off, you're ruining my vibe.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
low `n slow `n roll-y....
....yep. Bloody big earthquake the other day. It was a rollicking 7 on the Japanese Richter(esque) scale down in Kyushu, it was a 4 in Yamaguchi, the prefecture neighbouring us and it registered a "crikey" on the Berin Scale here in town. It was by far the biggest earthquake I have ever felt.
It was looooooooooooooooooooooooooong.
It was slooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.
It was rooooooooooooooooooooooooooll-y.
But everything is fine. The bookcase toyed with the idea of falling over but I fixed it with my steely gaze and it soon bucked its ideas up.
That is all.
berin.
It was looooooooooooooooooooooooooong.
It was slooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.
It was rooooooooooooooooooooooooooll-y.
But everything is fine. The bookcase toyed with the idea of falling over but I fixed it with my steely gaze and it soon bucked its ideas up.
That is all.
berin.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
bleeeeergh...
...food poisoning sucks. At least I think I have food poisoning. I have been throwing up every 2 hours on the 2 hours since midnight last night. It's now 9am and I have just returned from my latest bout. Grrr. Added to that is the fact that it is still bloody cold and so there I was gripping a 0 degree toilet crying out for death to False Metal. It's been a fairly average few hours.
So.
On reflection and out of the goodness of my heart, I am willing to swap this bout of food poisoning for a 1973 Porsche 911 T. All applicants please leave contact details under the "comments" section. Support for the continuation of wallowing in self pity accepted also.
Goodbye.
Stay away from the chicken.
berin.
So.
On reflection and out of the goodness of my heart, I am willing to swap this bout of food poisoning for a 1973 Porsche 911 T. All applicants please leave contact details under the "comments" section. Support for the continuation of wallowing in self pity accepted also.
Goodbye.
Stay away from the chicken.
berin.
Friday, March 11, 2005
adieu...
..."the closest thing to a computer that I know as a man. Sometimes I think he has silicon running in his veins."
"Also, like Michael Jordan, he achieved all his goals"
more machine now, than man...
"Also, like Michael Jordan, he achieved all his goals"
more machine now, than man...
Thursday, March 10, 2005
ummmm...
.....odd.
Gidday!!
Crikey. Been a while. Hope we are all well.
First off, congratulations to our newly re-contributing to a civil society punter Richard "Mirror Glass" Archbold for securing employment as a building-drawer in sunny London-Towne. Mirror Glass baby, acres of Mirror Glass. What spells "success", "modernity", "zing" and "longevity" better than Mirror Glass - preferably of a lovely blue shade. Zing!!
Secondly, congratulations to our enormous long-haired-2-inverted-triangles-chiselled-out-of stone-new-breed-of-superhero Joshua "who-re-routes-the-routers-dammit-my-cpLog-fails-to build" Elliott who has dropped out of gainful employment and is off to sunny Europe. Fly my pretty, fly!!
All this movement eh? Grand.
Us? Pretty sedentary actually. Weather warming up, work coming along right nice. Yeah. Things are swell.
Met a fascinating woman at work the other day. In her fifties, shes a long time friend of one of my co-workers. Ten years ago she met a Bangladeshi exchange student through the organisation I work for and has kept in touch with him ever since. He was studying at a nearby University and has since graduated and returned home. He was lamenting to her a year or two ago about the state of his village and the plight of the low caste kids that live there.
So.....this woman BUILT AND STARTED AND FUNDS a private school for under priviledged kids in the middle of Bangladesh.
"Hey lady!! You rule!"
It cost her 90,000 yen (NZD1100 at this accursed exchange rate) to buy the land, build the one-room school, employ two qualified teachers full time, buy the kids supplies, outfit the place, and run it for its first year. All together now...
"Hey lady!! You rule!"
We all trooped around to her place for Bangladeshi curry the other night. It was bloody good. She insisted we eat with our hands. It was super fun. We are currently collecting drums, cymbals, triangles (quite simply the dopiest "instrument" e'er there were, apart from the accursed Theremin) and the like so they can have music classes. Fun.
Righto.
Take care.
Mucho love
Berin
Gidday!!
Crikey. Been a while. Hope we are all well.
First off, congratulations to our newly re-contributing to a civil society punter Richard "Mirror Glass" Archbold for securing employment as a building-drawer in sunny London-Towne. Mirror Glass baby, acres of Mirror Glass. What spells "success", "modernity", "zing" and "longevity" better than Mirror Glass - preferably of a lovely blue shade. Zing!!
Secondly, congratulations to our enormous long-haired-2-inverted-triangles-chiselled-out-of stone-new-breed-of-superhero Joshua "who-re-routes-the-routers-dammit-my-cpLog-fails-to build" Elliott who has dropped out of gainful employment and is off to sunny Europe. Fly my pretty, fly!!
All this movement eh? Grand.
Us? Pretty sedentary actually. Weather warming up, work coming along right nice. Yeah. Things are swell.
Met a fascinating woman at work the other day. In her fifties, shes a long time friend of one of my co-workers. Ten years ago she met a Bangladeshi exchange student through the organisation I work for and has kept in touch with him ever since. He was studying at a nearby University and has since graduated and returned home. He was lamenting to her a year or two ago about the state of his village and the plight of the low caste kids that live there.
So.....this woman BUILT AND STARTED AND FUNDS a private school for under priviledged kids in the middle of Bangladesh.
"Hey lady!! You rule!"
It cost her 90,000 yen (NZD1100 at this accursed exchange rate) to buy the land, build the one-room school, employ two qualified teachers full time, buy the kids supplies, outfit the place, and run it for its first year. All together now...
"Hey lady!! You rule!"
We all trooped around to her place for Bangladeshi curry the other night. It was bloody good. She insisted we eat with our hands. It was super fun. We are currently collecting drums, cymbals, triangles (quite simply the dopiest "instrument" e'er there were, apart from the accursed Theremin) and the like so they can have music classes. Fun.
Righto.
Take care.
Mucho love
Berin
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