The Things I Do For Money Lyrics – Northern Pikes

Oct 18th, 2009 | Filed under Music, Northern Pikes, Song Lyrics, Video

This song from the eighties does a very decent job of summing up some of my current thoughts about money. It started going around in my head so I had to  look it up.

Here is the cheesy eighties video to go with the fantastic music and lyrics.

 

The things I do for money, I’ll never understand
I used to be quite critical, but now I find I’m cynical
A lady with a starving baby miles away from me
No problems they’re just life and death
And what the hell is wrong with me
And everybody else

No questions asked
Just get receipts and write them off
Expenses – taxes are a ***** these days
Yet the lady and the baby starve
While waiting for a contribution in a UNICEF box
In a drugstore in this ugly little town

The things I do for money
I’ll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The things I do for money
I’ll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand

The things I waste my time on, I’ll never understand
I used to be quite practical, but now I find I’m tactical
I scrape and scheme and struggle hard
To get myself ahead
Have no concern for anyone but me

Poem I wrote in Cambodia while under fire.

Oct 17th, 2009 | Filed under Poetry, Travel

While watching a large battle in Cambodia, and hoping no bombing or gunfire would hit me, I wrote this poem.

Yes, I know it is very dark, but I was in a weird time and place.

The ticking is but all I hear,
it is our gauge till death appears.

Forever now I’ve watched the clock,
whenever will my glancing stop?

Off to Cambodia

Oct 16th, 2009 | Filed under Travel

Well off to Cambodia tomorrow, this is really one country I don’t particularly like to visit. There are some fantastic temples in the Siem Riep area that are mind blowing and it is a very green and naturally beautiful country, but the poverty, corruption and overall sadness of the place is overwhelming.

The country is rich in minerals so it is in the interest of many countries to keep it destabilized so the smuggling of gems is easier for the gangsters. You wouldn’t believe the list of western and eastern countries that support their civil wars. Gems for Guns you know, good money for the bad guys .

If you don’t know anything about Cambodia’s recent history, there was this wacko guy during the Vietnam war era, Pol Pot. He decided that the country should become totally rural so he would kill anyone that was educated, and anyone with glasses, since he felt they could obviously read. Then he brainwashed the children and everyone was made a farmer.

Anyhow after something like 25 years of brutal civil war, and halve the population of the entire country being killed, it is a sad place to go. There are a lot of unexploded ordnance around and landmines still and many people including children are missing limbs. It is so corrupt, if you are a gangster driving a car you don’t even need a licence plate on it. The cops wont stop you for fear of being killed.

Anyhow I probably wont be able to post tommorow, see you all in a couple of days.

” The Man ” and what he means to me.

Oct 16th, 2009 | Filed under Opinions and Perspectives, Rants, Work

OK first off I like to joke about “The Man” he is not real, and I am not an anarchist. I love my beautiful peaceful home of Vancouver Canada, and understand there are certain bureaucratic duties that the govt does to maintain how great it is, so I am not bucking the system, it needs tweaking but that might be a very delicate tasks handled by mathematicians, and scientists. Stuff over my head, however.

There is a Bureaucratic force in this world, that makes things a bit harder for the average guy to get up the financial ladder of life. AKA “The Man”

Lets say you have a brilliant idea one day, now all ideas have to come from somewhere, i mean there are very few completely out of the blue. The Wheel was probably inspired by something rolling for example a rock, etc etc etc.

OK, so this idea, you think of the funniest picture ever, this is not like you, you manage to sketch it down on a piece of paper, and put it on your table, and every time you walk past it you look at it and say…hmm yep that’s funny.

You show it to your friends and they laugh, and your family, you think OK I have something here, you get a T-Shirt made and put it for sale. It is selling.

OK now here is the problem, the image you drew was very similar to another very famous logo that has been copyrighted etc, by “The Man. ” Now “The Man” didn’t create their logo, some guy that used to work for some company in another country created it after studying other famous logos in marketing and art classes.

OK so you created the worlds funniest shirt, and its so funny you could live off its income.

One day the image gets very popular, and out of the blue some big lawyer firm contacts you (We will just Call the firm “The Man”.)

“The Man” says, hey I own that image, and any images like it, you cant sell it.

This happens every day, in fact there are thousands if not millions of people searching everywhere, in stores, on the Internet, in advertisements, bill boards, TV, everywhere for anything they fear will damage “The Man”.

So your choices are going to court against a huge massive company that will probably have 4 super expensive lawyers at the table, and there would be a huge chance it would bankrupt you at one point or another. Or stop selling your T-Shirt.

“The Man” Is keeping you Down
“The Man” Just took his huge corporate thumb and squished you like an ant.
Blame it on “The Man” etc etc.

The Difference of Actually Being There

Oct 15th, 2009 | Filed under Opinions and Perspectives, Travel

I have a lot of friends back home I talk to daily via the Internet, and all of them it seems, have a pretty strong image in their head, of what they think my life is like here in Asia. Sometimes I think they imagine me surrounded by guys in pointy bamboo farming hats, firecrackers going off in the streets, and ninjas hiding on the rooftops as I eat my rice with chop sticks.

People might think that Asia is poor and those around me are poor, but everyone that lives around me has far more money than I do. They own cars and houses, and all their necessities of life, and are usually debt free because they tend to not buy on credit here.

Just because I am in Asia, it doesn’t mean you can imagine anything about what my life would be like, your mind wants you to, but its impossible. The same if someone told me they were in North America, it is just too little information. For all I know the guy is living in an igloo in the north of Canada, or the slums of New York, or maybe even in a penthouse in Mexico City.

I find too many people when I mention where I am, imagine something in their mind of my life and actually believe it. Reality and imagination is just not the same thing.

Asia is the largest continent on earth, as you change your latitude and longitude, the local plants and animals change, as does the food. The languages, clothing, religions, politics, and customs.

Before I go to a new country, I have usually watched news about it, or maybe some television programs on it before I go. I try and educate myself about the country I am going to visit so as not to do anything that might be considered rude. I look at pictures and surf the Internet to read about them. The amazing thing is though, every new country I get to, is nothing like I imagined it would be, even after all my research.

I came to the conclusion quite quickly that “I know, I know nothing”.

Honestly with the vast amounts of knowledge in the world, not to mention the infinite things on the earth humans have not understood or documented yet, let alone other planets, the total sum of all my knowledge is so infinitely small, I know nothing. None of us do.

I remember one time back in 95 while I was in Vietnam, I met a guy in Saigon (Ho Chi Min City)that showed me these amazing pictures from Cambodia, of these ancient temples that were being eaten by the jungle and a bunch of the ones the french had done a good job of restoring including the Bayon and Ankor Wat.

That was enough encouragement for me to jump on the local bus that was leaving to Cambodia the next day

There is a long story I could insert here, but I will save that for a later date. I will give you the very short version now.

Even though I read newspapers everyday, watched the news on television, and had read books on Cambodia, I didn’t realize that the bus I was taking into Phnom Phen was actually taking me into an active and live war zone, we passed through military check points over and over again on the long road from the border of Vietnam to Cambodia’s Capital City Phnom Phen. Almost everyone, including children were carrying Machine Guns and Rocket Launchers, and gunfire could often be heard in the distance.

I had time to contemplate my lack of knowledge as I sat down at my guest house located on one of Phnom Phen’s lakes. I didn’t realize I was going into such a dangerous place. I came to the conclusion, that this particular war had at this point gone on so long, it just wasn’t news worthy anymore.

While I was sitting there contemplating, with other fellow travelers, we were actually watching tracers from large artillery firing across the lake in our general direction.

Over 5000 people died withing three kilometers of us that night, we could see a clear view of the fire that was killing them as it crept up the side of the lake towards our guesthouse. We had a knife ready to cut away the dock we were sitting on, if the fire got too close.

There is a difference between going to a place and actually experience it, when I go to a place, I do not travel in large packs of camera wielding tourists, where my guide speaks English as do all the people with me, as do the people at the restaurants and hotels I go to. I do not stay in my little western bubble of being surrounded by people that are trained in how to deal with foreigners. That is not really going anywhere as far as I’m Concerned. I actually get a little upset on the inside when people say to me, oh yeah I’ve been there, and when I see their pictures, it is all inside a gated resort where the “locals” are wearing uniforms. When they do go out to see the sites it is in a large pack. Basically doing absolutely nothing that involves getting involved in another countries culture, if they eat what they think is the local food, almost always the resorts have “westernized” it so as not to upset their customers.

I remember someone telling me about this beautiful resort they stayed in in Jamaica, and the outside walls had barbed wire on them, and that for some reason gave them the impression that outside of their walls was chaos. Too much imagination and too little information. If they had been brave enough to walk outside the resort gate they would have really traveled. Why on earth they bothered to take an airplane to a foreign country is beyond me, maybe they just should have gone swimming at the local swimming pool and saved the time and money.

Anyhow, You haven’t been “there” when you travel like that, and you didn’t “Do” the country. Please take a step back and realize you traveled on a tourist trail and all the people you met were there to try and part you from your tourist money. You probably didn’t meet any normal locals of the country at all and learned nothing about them.

Now there are a lot of great travelers out there and I met them in every place I went that I would consider really traveling, so I am not saying I am unique or alone in what I would consider “real” traveling, far from it, but still people that do it are in the minority.

There is only one place you can see a good view of the whole world, and that is the moon, have you been there? Do you think because you can see it from earth and you have seen pictures that being there wont be any different?

Anyhow I don’t know where you are, and you don’t know where I am, so lets not assume we know anything.