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America’s Cup Madness.

I must confess that I want the Americas Cup to be over. After today’s race, race 16 and getting into the 16th day of the longest cup challenge ever, I began to wonder if there was any sport in it at all. If the boat that starts on a given side of the course has an advantage, and those that do get that side seem to win……..what kind of race is that. Hopefully we start with the advantage tomorrow.
What I do love is how the kiwis just keep going, sometimes clawing back, sometimes losing ground again………soul destroying stuff but we keep going……….. It makes me proud to be a kiwi.

Oracles backer Larry Ellison is the 5th richest man in the world, and the 3rd in America. NZ has invested in this as a nation, and we do not have the unlimited resources of Larry Ellison. I do wonder what kind of bonuses the crew on Oracle get for winning, a race or the cup defense. I wonder why there is only one American actually on Oracle………and the aftergaurd is heavily kiwi. I do wonder about the conscience of the kiwis who as far as I am concerned are total sellouts who are on the other side, Sir fricken Ben included who are just hired guns………..Coutts and the whole raft of kiwis in tow. I am happy for San Francisco business as this drags on ……………. but enough is enough.

There is no gear breakage, lady luck who seemed to smile on us hasn’t smiled lately.
I do not think we can underestimate the total gutting it was having the race the other day stolen from us by the clock……..a get out of jail card for Oracle, can we please have one now………

I do not think many in NZ will be sleeping well as we wait for the next opportunity to win……….have our hearts in our throats and then walk away to do it all again.
And for the actual team in San Franscisco it must be 1000times worse.

Go well guys………we can do it……..and lady luck smile on us for a change or are you in Larry Ellison’s pocket too.

Low Gear Grind

I write because I know that I will feel much better on days like today when I do. Writing to me is like the conversation you have with that person you have in your life who hears you and gets you. Before the conversation you may have felt like shite, or an island in some forgotten sea and no boats on the horizon. Worse still no passing dolphins, crabs or whales to listen to the words coming out of your head. The sun may even be shining!

When I write its like something comes clean in my insides, and my head. It simply feels good, as good as that conversation.

Life can be a tad up and down sometimes and for myriad reasons. Lately I have had this car analogy in my head. It’s kinda like when the going gets tough, the tough get going, but much better. We aren’t all tough, and don’t really want to be in the expected sense of the word.

My analogy is¬† that when life gets tough, its like driving up a hill in your car……….you change into low gear…and grind thru it.

No its not easy, yes there is resistance, but you will get there in this low gear if you just keep going………….and that’s what this tired vagabond is doing today…………

and I will get to the top of this day and sleep more hopefully, and do tomorrow in top gear!

A New Week

It’s a funny thing to me when we say in conversation words like this, ” to be totally honest with you”, “If I am honest with you’, or “to tell you the truth”. I know the intent of these words and what they mean, and that the intent is basically good and taking words to another level, but as a passionate communicator they leave me with several thoughts, and I have had these germinating for a while.

One is that I always only want and need honesty from you, and hopefully I will be mature enough to cope with that……….and its true, sometimes I am not mature enough for honesty. I need your honesty to help me grow up.

The other thought is that, well if you are telling me that you are going to be honest now, what are you telling me the rest of the time. Untruths, partial truths, or what I want to hear.

What started this on such a beautiful day here in Whangarei New Zealand.

Well last week wasn’t beautiful for me, in fact it was a dam hard week for the VagaBond, and I started to say……….to be honest with you……….and in that moment I caught myself doing what I had come to see as a curious statement. It happens so easily.

Honesty is not a premium quality in today’s world. Politicians for example are experts at denying things vociferously and telling straight out lies in their denials or cover-ups, but lying with the fervour of being honest. I have always thought honesty would be ground zero.

Corporations deny knowledge of things they darned well knew about re products, actions or workers. Fonterra is a case in the news this very day. Gazillions lost in export earnings and damage to NZ’s clean green image around the world. The truth is they knew about the current problem that has hit the headlines 10months ago but had been hoping it would pass, but we will not hear that from their lips.

Honesty doesn’t pay sometimes.

Some sections of society are dishonest in that they do not ask themselves some hard questions about what they are thinking and spouting to the world.

Honesty does take commitment and courage. Honest is not always comfortable or get you ‘in’ with others……….honesty can be lonely. I am not talking about the being true to yourself that leaves you hurting others by your commitment to honesty and raising that virtue above being loving and caring.

The honesty that I am talking about here is the honesty that looks at what other people really think and the effort to understand where they are coming from, and why.

It’s the kind of honesty which will test and entertain the unique thought that you may be, or have it completely wrong!

Some of the ugliness in the world, and the perpetrators of that ugliness are people who don’t have the honesty to think they may be wrong or that there may be another way to skin the cat. They cannot shift to another position to think and examine, theirs is the only position, they only read in this chair.

Sometimes I have found that the truth, which is what honesty exists for ……the truth is in the middle.

So I want your honesty always, be gentle with me because I can be pathetic and may get ugly with your honesty………but I need it all the same. Risk that for me.

I want to live with the honesty that I may not always be right, and be open to others…………….

I guess in some ways, the statement itself is lovely……….it gets conversation down to a level where its heart…………to be honest with you…………

 

Those are some VagaBond thoughts………..on this beautiful sunny day….and happy kids outside my office window, good music playing…………yep, may just be a better week as I am honest with myself.

Cheers

Gidday

You may have found your way here by accident or by intention, whichever it is………..welcome.

KiwiVagabond is more like a concept I would like to live as, than a person who actually lives like a vagabond. My other names are Graham Hughes or BlindPoet. I answer to many names.

Really I would like to be more, way more of a vagabond, to be totally transcient, travelling New Zealand’s length and breadth¬† seeing the places few people visit or value, to meet people that people don’t usually rub shoulders with.

I would like to do all this from a bus, that has an inbuilt darkroom, and wi fi access. So you can see I am hardly a serious VagaBond. My heart is more the vagabond.

The ‘kiwi’ firmly plants me in Aotearoa, New Zealand. People of this land are affectionately labelled ‘kiwis’, they even distinguish themselves in a crowd using this term. There is more to ‘kiwi’ than the brown hairy fruit, with the green center found in supermarkets around the world, which graces to tops of pavalovas and gives you a clean out.