putunix.bsky.social
Permaculture Neophyte, Father, Musician, Photographer, Writer, et al. Bali resident, Yorkshire emigré.
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I sent you my metaphor in FB messenger. I can't remember when I wrote it, but it was after I'd been with Ramesh, so post '98.
I hope you enjoy it. 😊
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That's very cool, it's basically in line with my understanding.
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Oh, alcohol and women! Well, that doesn't sound like a flaw to me. Well, certainly not the second part! ;-)
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* in part 👆
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I figured this out, at least I'm part, when I was very young - about 8 or 9 years old. My dad told me that the average life expectancy of a manager in his position on retirement was 18 months. After that, I had no idea how anyone could stand the 9-5 after learning that.
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My teacher Ramesh often used to quote him during Satsang. I have always liked him. I didn't know he was flawed... Will have to Google now! 😘
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This is worse than criminal. The Mush adminstration all need to be eliminated; from the orange diarrhoea fountain to Pete DUI and beyond.
Utterly foul precipitate.
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This is one of my all-time favourite LPs! <3
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Hey Emily 👋
I passed my 60th birthday in December. I still feel 25, but I give much less of a shit about what anyone thinks or says about me.
Two years ago, I slid sideways from tech to creating a permaculture food forest in Bali!
Hands + soil = 💛💚💙💚💛
Never too old 😘
Love ♥️🙏🤠
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Very moving, Keith, and your voice is still excellent, nuanced and powerful
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I love you poking new things into my brain. This is a great one! 👏👏👏🎉👍
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😞
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Yes, I thought that as I typed it; but let's be optimistic, eh? 😉
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What a cnut. It's going to be a wonderful four years of absolutely vicious stupidity
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Nearly half of the people who voted are either selfish bastards or cupid stunts.
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#Zakir
#ZakirHussain
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It was a moment of pure connection. Both of us charged from the extraordinary music and united in brotherhood. It was a very lovely moment indeed, which I still cherish these twenty-six years later.
Rest in Peace, Zakir, you were truly a prince amongst men.
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He looked around at me and stared deeply into my eyes with a mixture of thanks, appreciation at my gesture, and a certain sense of recognition. He smiled and I smiled back.
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I was still feeling very blissful, so stayed by his side whilst the girls twittered and fussed in front of him.
At one point, he started to violently cough, and without thinking, I reached out my hand and laid it upon his shoulder as if to offer him comfort.
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After the concert, I went to get the performers' autographs. Zakir had been slightly coughing throughout the performance, and when I approached him, he was surrounded by teenage girls, all seeking his attention.
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During the interval, I needed to pee, and when I entered the gent's each urinal had a queue behind it and still, everyone was silent or near so and everyone was smiling in quiet bliss.
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Several thousand people sitting on chairs on the grass, watched in absolute silence, as three musical geniuses performed a concert which was beyond sublime. It was a transformational experience.
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Three of India's most accomplished musicians, playing together, it was a must-see event, and I was rewarded by the best concert I have ever attended.
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I was a fan for many years, so when I saw he was playing a concert at the Bombay Cricket Club, as it was known then, towards the end of 1998, with Shiv Kumar Sharmar (Santour) and Hariprasad Chaurasia (wooden flute), I was very excited.
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President semi-erect...
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He's ripping out her tongue.
"Very tasty. Thank you."
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and smear me.
He told me that the trenches in WWI were 5'10" deep. Anyone over that height had a reduced life expectancy.
He asked how tall I wanted to be.
I came to Bali to escape from the UK regime & had no desire to rejoin it in any role.
Eventually, the Indonesian government built it.
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He said that the Murdoch press could build me up and make me the figurehead of a national campaign: "Bomb Hero Launches Urgent Charity Campaign" or such.
He said we'd probably make more than enough money to build a new hospital, but after a year of follow up stories, they would manufacture dirt.
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I was trying to raise money to create a specialised burns unit in the main hospital in Bali.
My friend said that they could absolutely push a serious charity drive off the stories of all the Brits burned and killed in the blast.
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One of my favourite exes married the editor of one of these papers. After the Sari Club bombing in 2002, he told me that this narrative was fundamentally true.
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"Judgement free"? Yeah, my dad warned me about that, 40 years ago. He was right then, and is right now.
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Are you sure? Didn't seem that way to me. Seemed to take itself very seriously, the commentary about the way society devalues older women and the grossness of men in the business .