Collabo ’10 at East London Dance Stratford Circus
Been there and done it last year so I’ll stick to the the changes and interesting bits. The 3rd performance was pretty busy coz it was a collabo with Velocity, Laban Youth Dance Comany, Sense of Sound and Greenwich’s Youth Choir. It stood out coz the choir gave the whole performance a Motown feel to it with the acapella and beatboxing. Some dude called Botis Seva did a crazy solo performance… bit freaky but thats why we like Collabo. The best performer out of all of them were Trilogy for sure… I mean the other groups and crews looked like they were still counting the moves or not smiling while Trilogy not only looked like they were enjoying themselves they also pulled off some wild moves and made it look easy. Always a plus in my books. Now before Avant Garde performed the presenter (Ricky) gave out ‘freeness’. Basically some t-shirts. He picked 2 kids from the audience, Clinton and Claire. Man Clinton was so jokes he was meant to be on stage. Looked like a baby Eddie Murphy… and he had the purple jacket too! By the way Ricky the presenter himself is very captivating as a presenter… dude got jokes. Anyway so then Avant Garde performed and boy have they grown in number. Some kiddos in the mix too so big up Avant Garde Dance, ay’bady that played a part in it and Viv for the reminder.
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INTENTION ATTENTION MANIFESTATION (JAN 4TH 2004 – CANADIAN ASHRAM)
INTENTION ATTENTION MANIFESTATION (JAN 4TH 2004 – CANADIAN ASHRAM)
The association of a particular sense object, over and over, creates a sense of craving for it. If you’re used to eating ice cream almost everyday (laughter), then you get craving for it. If you’re used to drinking coffee… You were not born with a coffee craze. (laughter) Nobody is born with a craving for coffee, but you have started a habit within you. That habit has created a craving. How did you start? It didn’t happen one day. Even if you ask the addicts, the addiction doesn’t start in one day. Addiction starts with the repeated experience of the same thing. So repeated experience of a particular thing creates an addiction or a habit. The nature of habit is that it doesn’t give you joy but it gives you pain. To leave that, it becomes a pain… in the neck (laughs). But having it is not giving you bliss or ecstasy. This is the definition for habits. So you are drinking coffee, its not carrying you to heaven, but leaving it gives you headache. Similarly alcohol, drugs… all those who are drunk alcoholics you look at their face. Its so sad and remorse. They are not in such beautiful/smiling or ecstatic state of consciousness. They are not in a state of consciousness filled with joy. In fact they’re other way round. Not a bit of joy in alcoholics face. Even if you squeeze it, not a drop of joy will come out. (laughter) The alcohol has cleanly dried all that stuff from it. The joy with which one is born. The joy/innocence has been robbed away. Washed out. So alcoholism, sex addiction, any other type of… drug addiction. All these are result of repeated experience or association of a particular sense with the object of a sense. So you think about it and you want it more. And in New York prison, a child abuse criminal was asked what is your desire… before his capital punishment he was asked. He said ban all pornography. I would like all the pornographic magazines to be banned. Because that is what one puts their attention to and that is where the craving begins in the system. More and more and more.
It’s a fine line, you know. So with the association, what happens? Desire for it rises. More. To have it. With the desire what comes next? Weather a desire is fulfilled or unfulfilled anger comes. Whenever someone is angry, behind that anger you will see there is a desire. A craving. The craving brings? Anger. So you get angry at somebody. The next step is you get attachment for somebody. And whomsoever you are angry at, sooner or later you’re going to regret. And that regret brings more attachment to that person. Or that situation or that thing. By regretting you don’t move away from that something, about that something. You go more into it. You will see, whomsoever you hate/you are angry at… you think of them more than anybody else, (even) yourself. You know why you should not hate anybody? Do you know why? The reason? You shouldn’t hate somebody because you become like somebody you hate. You think of someone whom you love, you have such a nice pleasant feeling arising within you. And you think of someone whom you hate, your nervous system undergoes some distortion. There is a tension/distortion happening within your system. That means what? Your nervous system is becoming or assuming the form of the person whom you dislike. And you keep doing it again and again and again. You get all that impression, your system becomes like them. So when you become like them you get drawn to them. And that is entanglement. Desire or obsession. I can’t call it desire. An OBSESSION brings anger. Anger brings entanglement. And entanglement clouds the intellect. Your becomes blurred. Your wisdom is lost, judgement is lost, sharpness of awareness is lost, your accessing the situation is lost. It’s a chain reaction, one after another. And such a subtle manner it happens, you don’t even realize it. The entanglement weather out of like or out of hate can cloud the intellect. And the clouded/distorted intellect doesn’t let you be in peace. Doesn’t even bring up the emotions in you. Subtle feelings in you. Any feeling you’ll be getting is grossed within that, violent feelings. You don’t feel lighter when there is hatred within you. Have you noticed? When there is worry in your head, do you feel calm? Do you feel a lighter feeling? And you walk around with a load of worries in your head. And it shows up in your face, in your vibrations, it spreads in your entire environment. And nobody likes to come near you or talk to you or do anything with you. (Lady giggles). Your vibration indicates weather there is lead inside you or there is flowers within you. Are you light like cotton candy within? (laughter) Or are you like a stone inside? What’s happening there? This shows up in your vibrations. In your surroundings. Can’t you see that? You look at someone who’s so worried you come to feel oh there is such a sense of heaviness. And heaviness is contrary to joy, contrary to love and contrary to all that you cherish as human values.
With this the memory is lost. Memory of pleasant things are lost. Life has got two sets of memories. One is the memory of unpleasant things the other is memory of pleasant things. Children often have the memory of pleasant things more than unpleasant things. That’s why they keep themselves cheerful most of the time. And as we grow older, as we lose our innocence, our unpleasant memories increase than the pleasant ones. Say again, the spiritual practices/meditation is to put the wheel back. Is to bring back the pleasant memories more and more and more. And unpleasant memories to almost insignificant amount. So when the memory is lost, the memory of who am I? What do I want in my life? The memory of reality, the truth. Seeing life in context with the universe that’s called wisdom. If that is lost. There is no peace left. And there is no happiness in life. So the practices, meditation… all these things that you do here, is to withdraw the mind and take it to its source. Even for few minutes. And then you see you feel so fresh, light. How many of you feel like that? And most of the world is missing this key to success in life. What people out there do not know is this simple wisdom, simple knowledge of life… of returning back and coming into action. The self, it referral value, consciousness. (Paras note: Didn’t get that line). Which makes it rich, energetic, pleasant, beautiful. Hmmm? What do you say? (Applause)
So again and again. Pull back your attention from the objects of the senses, into the senses and to the source of mind. Source of consciousness. This journey within, gives you that strength/endurance. Makes you endure all different situations in life. How pleasant/unpleasant they are.
See have you ever expressed your displeasure without getting mad or losing yourself? Huh? Ask yourself have you done it? And those are the moments, which are being beneficial even if you were mad. You can get mad I don’t mind, but not that anger in which you are lost, you are shivering/shaking. Showing the anger… I mean in life it’s impossible to deal in all situations without at least sometimes somewhere showing anger. (Paras note: Shiva symbolism at the bottom *) Don’t expect life to be a sort of flat, bland, goody-goody thing. Sometimes you have to show anger. You have to be angry. It’s alright. Its ok. But those moments have you noticed if it is really not taking away your centeredness? Your peace? That is most important. There was a sage, a rishi, was called Durwasa. Usually people, when someone is very angry, they say oh he’s like Durwasa. Terrible temper. He was a sage. A saint with so much anger. You know for that saint, that anger was an exercise. To see weather in spite of all that anger that he didn’t lose himself. Lose the centeredness. Was not afraid of anger. Sometimes you know you’re so sacred of your own anger. “Oh I got angry, oh I lost it, oh I’m so sorry, I’m so stupid, all these years of meditation didn’t take me anywhere.” (mad laughter). “I still get mad, I still lose it.” What are you doing? Self-blame culture have started. Nurturing it. “Oh its useless doing all this meditation. All these years of sadhna gone waste. I still get angry, I can’t improve.” This sort of self-criticism you did, you delve into. This is not… you know. Durwasa reminds you. That was only one example of one rishi who used to get angry. And every time he got angry he did something wonderful to the world. (laughs) Said with every anger that Durwasa had, the world rejoiced. Once it so happened, Durwasa he came to town with his huge gang of disciples. (Guruji does funny gestures. Laughter) And went to a devotees house between the forest. At that time Kings were living in exile. And he went to their home. Said I’m very hungry. And at that very moment all of them had had lunch, washed all their vessels and put everything out. Everyday they would go fetch food and come and cook and have food. They never used to store food at home. So when everybody had finished their lunch… here comes Durwasa. And with a huge gang of people with him. Now the lady of the house, Draupadhi, she didn’t know what to do with Rishi Durwasa. It’s a custom that whenever a guest comes to your home and their hungry, it’s your obligation to feed them. You don’t do it, its not even considered as a decency, courtesy, to say ‘oh there is no food’. Can’t even say that, not considered decent. And Durwasa if he gets angry, don’t know? (laughter). The drop of a hat he gets angry. So then Krishna was there. She went to Krishna, please tell me, you’re my brother, you have to do something. How do I do? Durwasa has come with his whole gang. (laughs). So Krishna is always tricky. (laughter). He was too intelligent. As a trickster he know how to handle every situation. He went and spoke to Rishi Durwasa and said ‘oh wonderful, what great luck, what a great opportunity you coming here. You have given such a chance to my sister to host you here. But it would be so nice, you need to take a shower and see you’ve come with all these people, such a long distance and so many of you walking. All the dust has come into your clothes and all. You need to take a bath! (laughter). There is a nice river and wonderful temperature of water. Why don’t you go take bath.’ So Krishna persuaded him and he said ok I’m going to take a bath. So they went to take a bath. Meanwhile Krishna went to his sister and said show me the vessel, if the vessel has even little bit in it… then I will see what could be done. So Dhraupadhi went to the pot and it was already washed and she took one grain of rice. Was sticking to the pot. Coz it was not washed properly. (Mad laughter). Because when she was washing it, she heard the news that Durwasa is coming! (Crazy mad laughter). That frightened her, so it was not washed properly. One grain of rice was sticking to the vessel. And Krishna took that grain and then he made that sankalpa (intention) and he ate that grain. And said by the time they all took their baths and returned they were so full! Don’t cook any food for us we are so full. We are not hungry any more.
This is one version of the story. (Guruji jokes) I think that’s the correct version, I don’t know. (Extra crazy mad laughter and applause. Other version is one grain multiplied into so much and then all the thousands could eat. It’s the second version. But anyway, weather the rice multiplied or without eating they all felt so full because Krishna at it with the intention. So that’s called Akshay Parkroyal/parkruya (spelling). That means a vessel that never diminishes. Always more that comes. And this happens many times, many times in our satsangs it’s happened. People come, very little food, sometimes people bring 2-3 people. 50-60 people have eaten. Has happened not ones, many times. Many of you know also. (Paras note: Sai Baba and other spiritual homies did it too)
So it is that intention. The attention. And manifestation. That’s how the universe functions. Intention>Attention>Manifestation. So wherever you put your attention, that starts manifesting in your life. So you put too much attention on anger then anger manifests. Too much attention on lust, lust manifests. Greed, greed manifests. So you show anger, without intending to get angry. When the intention is love even anger does good. That’s what the case was with Durwasa. So every time he was angry, some great thing happened on the planet. And he did only good. To all mankind. Are you with me? So observe the intention and put your attention where you have to put it. Whatever you want, that to manifest. Focus on love and let love manifest.
Symbolism: Typed this before but couldn’t find it. Ok so you know there’s many forms of Lord Shiva. Neelakanta is his name for the one with a dark neck/blue spot on the neck. Shiva drank the poison and it settled in his neck as he did not take it in. My first AOL guru told me that the symbolism is that when we’re angry… take it out from your neck upward… as in voice it out/show it in your eyes/etc… but don’t let your heart get into it.
Sample That!
Sample That!
Get a taste of everything… your sub-conscience does not recognize good and bad/right or wrong. But as humans we see a killing as bad and in a way we need that just like we need to feel pain/fear to warn us of danger. We just need a bit of it, we don’t have to be full of fear or pain right. Ok it’s not coming out how I imagined. Another angle… take animals for instance… do they know good and bad? They just know if they hear a certain noise or see a certain figure… RUN. Certain smells make them eat that smelly thing. Ok this bit’s not making sense to me ethier… I have a point so I’ll come to this good and bad thing later. Back to sampling things… see we’ve been given this gift… speaking of animals… animals are not going to say I’m bored of critters and want to eat something sweet instead, cold and frozen and on a stick. Wildebeest can’t say screw migration, we’re gonna form teams, get some tumbleweed and kick it around for 90 minutes.
We get to! So I suggest you ask yourself, what are those few things I’ve always wanted to know about and what do I need to do to check it off my list. Be it cheap thrills or big time objectives. Don’t let age, race, gender, location and especially work come in the way. Folks tie themselves down to too much and end up boxed in. I’ve seen folks who love mixing and being active turned into someone bitter stuck in a room mostly. It’s mostly in the head and that where you start. If you can’t do the stuff you want to do… picture it… more and more. But that’s sampling stuff you want to sample… there’s also sampling stuff that come by you all the time. It’s not your interest but you check it out… in my case it’s sports and cars… couldn’t care less but my boys are into it so I’ll join em for rallies or watch/play footie… at least on the play station lol. Some of my peeps don’t believe in AOL and my kinda stuff but they’re open enough to sample it.
One thing I’d like to see more of is folks hanging out with a diversity of ages. Genders and races is already happening but ages… you go in with an open mind, don’t judge remember at one point we were there or you will be there so knowing what’s coming up and remembering what it was like is such an important awareness. I was chilling with some kids at a festival and at one point they were like lets go mug and beat people… but they didn’t they were just cracking jokes about it… the folks that heard it looked at me like they’re no good and I’m guilty by association. The kids were just ‘shooting the shit’, as we grow up we forget how fun and liberating it is to be stupid… it gets you out of that robot thinking. The same kids teen sister asked why I’m chilling with kids and I told her I chill with everyone… so she’s like come to the teen tent.
Next night I chilled at the teen tent where they’re even more stupid… I loved how thick I was at that age but I didn’t join them coz I’ve been there and…? Thats right, done it! You get to see these guys finding themselves… what their beliefs are… how much they’re going to conform to what their peers approve of and what not. The leader who was so deep… we ended up talking all this philosophy and shlack… till at one point he engaged a group of adults and he’s doing most of the talking. My recent experience was a 17 year old helped me over a hurdle I’d been struggling with for over 5 years! The same for adults but because the ‘been there done that’ approach to elders is to respect them and listen to them and all that… I’ve gone the opposite way and I’ll get to that in another topic.
Again my spiritual guru says we don’t think twice when we’re sampling music and food from the world but we tighten up when it comes to religions and beliefs. It’s all pretty much the same anyway so what’s this tightness about? Sample it. And for your sake, as you get older try not to place/generalize/label yourself. Even if you do… know that you’re versatile. For some reason age seems to tighten folks. Even these ‘classy’ folks… I’m too classy to do, say and think that way. Your loss. Think about it… if Thomas Edison didn’t sample so many filaments we’d not have a the light bulb. So many people of history and achievement who risked being called freaks because they did not follow convention… SCRATCH CONVENTION! It has it’s place but when it limits you… squash it. Some procedures don’t even make sense. These labels are the reason why we have all this friction everywhere… folks are so stuck to their labels they not only box themselves but also look down upon those out of the box.
I get it… there’s security in knowing who you are and what your role is. There is risk of being given the wrong label if you do something different in front of the wrong person. Beware that way… in my case I don’t really give a damn… e.g. just bleaching my hair and experimenting with clothes earned me labels like junkie and gay… but help me get into modeling and filming too where the world is sooooo diverse… you can’t help but sample that. It’s shoved in your face! And all it did is stretch my understanding and tolerance towards folks from all walks of life. I also get that you’d rather feel that closeness with your main circle but it’s baffling… I know folks that leave the boxed thinking of small communities to study in Universities overseas where they’re forced into a world full of sampling things. But after mixing with all these cultures and all that friendliness with people… they go back and box themselves back in. Really? I mean you and your crew have both tasted different fruits but you’d rather watch each other in your lil box eating sour grapes? Come on now! Bring something different to the table and you wont end up spending your time finding ways to diss each other for entertainment.
I’ve passed all this sampling and for me it’s more of the gender thing. Because I’m a guy I can’t do this and that coz it’s girly? Scratch that… I wanna knit I knit! Not very well but hey lol. If I prefer a girls perfume to the one I have on I’ll wear it… first of all who the hell decides it’s going to be only for women? Second of all are you such a robot you’re gonna follow orders blindly instead of going for what makes you happy? It’s all made up according to peoples whims. And it just limits you man!
Sorry part of this was meant to be in another thought but hey when these fingers start walking… you get the point right?
Recommended songs
No Limit – 2 Unlimited
Do What I Like – 2 Unlimited
‘Cuz I Can – P!nk
Wetlands by Charlotte Roche, translated by Tim Mohr
Wetlands by Charlotte Roche, translated by Tim Mohr
[From the Inside Flap
Helen Memel lies in the Department of Internal Medicine at Maria Hilf Hospital. While she waits for her divorced parents to come and visit her - who she hopes will finally be reconciled by the side of her hospital bed - she begins to examine those parts of her body usually seen as distinctly 'unladylike'. She lets the orderly, Robin, take photos of those areas her curious gaze can't reach. And, on the side, she tends to her collection of avocado stones - which also happen to provide her with invaluable sexual services ...
Wetlands takes an unflinching, and very funny, look at one of the last remaining taboos of today. Courageous, radical and provocative, Charlotte Roche's novel rebels against hygiene hysteria, the sterile aesthetics of women's magazines and standardized dealings with the female body and its sexuality. This is a wonderfully wild story of a heroine both pleasure-seeking and vulnerable, who voices what others do not even dare to think.]
What a chore! Like hoovering you don’t really mind most of it but there’s the corners you hate doing and theres the little bits you look forward to doing coz you’ll hear the junk being sucked up… yup thats the little thrill you get now and then from her maxims or jokes. When I started reading the book I turned ugly man… the gore was so raw that I was making faces while reading. From talking about shaving her ass and her extra spread out hemroids, to rubbing her bare crotch on public toilet seats… ugh… strike 3 was when her and her friend throw up after drinks and drugs and they drink it back up… after that I was like whatever man.
The story is set in the hospital and when she’s not talking about blood and all her other filthiness she shares her inner thoughts most are refreshing as they go into areas not usually touched upon but at the same time I can’t help but feel the writer is trying to get the shock value through meretricious filth. What bugs me out even more is her style of writing… maybe its because she’s in a hospital, maybe its because the translator did do too well in german or the fact that he was a staff editor for Playboy. But the whole book was monotonous with what I’ll call surgical commentary. I’m doing this and it feels like this and now I’m going to do this and this happens. YAWN!
Part of the book was genius because it’s an 18 year olds thoughts and emotions and mental explorations and cheap thrills… some of the cheapest thrills mind you. But if you don’t look for that, you’ve not acquired the taste for such material or you’re not a mysophiliac you feel the book is … desperate. See again the desperation is genius coz of the age but it goes too far. The biggest let down was not being emotionally moved. After 190 pages you finally feel her actually getting emotional about something and she even uses an exclamation mark for it… after 190 pages?
So yeah just like hoovering it’s mostly a chore. I will give kudos for a few things… some already mentioned but also her bravado, this girl has experienced things women even my age still have not clue about, which I absolutely admire. When she’s not thinking gore it’s mostly sexual and when I’m on road trips I’m the same… if it’s not sexual its mini adventures and cheap thrills. So she’s right on the money there. Major props for not conforming to ‘the rules’ even though it was about hygiene she explored and did all these dirty things… eat her dried up snot or menstrual blood or make her own tampons… no matter how gross it was, she fought the power and you always get props for that. Props also for making me feel one constant emotion with facial expression or not. Mega props for getting me to type such a long review about it! And finally after reading Human Sexuality I always wanted to used certain words and thanx to this book I got to make use of mysophilia so yay for my cheap thrill lol. Again, even if you enjoy vivid descriptions of gore or have such a fetish beware of monotony. Taz… you’ve damaged me and you’re enjoying it!
Jump by Ye Gam Theatre at Peacock Theatre 2009
GO! If you hear about it just go, don’t think. Till now I used to tell everyone Lion King was the best musical/play ever… now it’s Jump and they’ve set the bar very very high now. You know when you love something so much you wanna tell your peeps about it in detail… I wanna tell you every joke, sequence and sound effect… don’t worry I wont spoil too much.
Started of with this old man struggling to walk around in the audience. He gets crowd participation as he gets a girl to help him up the stairs so the jokes and laughs had already started. The stage and back drop was the same throughout, like a veranda and facade of a building… well Chinese tracing paper material stuff you know. The family is introduced with pimping Grand dad, Dad, crazy Mom, very Flexible daughter, geek boyfriend that turns into gangsta hunk when his glasses are taken off and party boy son. Mix Kung Fu Hustle with Matrix and as Viv said… cartoons… only their martial art is Tae-Kwon-Do. We laughed so much, hell it was so funny we were laughing like black folks jerking in their seats and all. I wanna go again and again man… like these guys had fighting skills, acrobatics, coordination and to go with it all they had the perfect sound fx. Sometimes there was no joke just sound fx and the crowd went in a fit. What else did they do…. oh yeah rewinding and replaying slow motion movie style. Got more crowd participation as they get this guy in a suit to fight and then a hottie. The son did some Jacky Chan drunken martial arts. And to end the first part the young couple get into a dance/acrobatic sequence and then the mom and dad get into a sequence too only the mom wants some, dad doesn’t so they end up doing their own version of the tango.
Also the story was very much like a situational comedy where there is a main dilemma/story, in this case trying to get girl and geek boy together. And then sub dilemmas like for the first part it was getting the place clean? And introducing the main dilemma. The second part was them getting robbed and of course getting the young lovers together. The thieves were so funny, especially the bigger guy with the afro. All of them worked the props just like Jacky Chan would. The music was interesting from hero like guitar that reminded me of Saber Rider, to songs with that twang you hear in Shafts music. Some excellent Matrix effects especially the wind one where one of them runs so fast all the rest actually follow. I was very impressed with the continuity especially when the old man was knocked out behind the couch but you gotta see it to know. They were pretty long with the outro through but it was still great, some swords and glowing fighting stick performance, then individual acrobatics where that big afro guy was too funny coz you think he’d do the same thing like the rest and use the walls to do a flip or something but … he’d surprise you ;o)
Notes: 1- One thing I loved about their jokes was they milked it just right. They’d do it once for the shock value, then again for familiarity value and finally a third one to milk out any laughs left in our funny bones or funny teats. 2 – During the break I went to the sound booth to ask what software they use for their sound fx. They were being evasive so I’m like you have a sound machine? Yes thats it, whatever you say. Lol forgot Indians and Chinese like stealing ideas to make money so don’t ask trade secrets lol.
Mega big up Viv for this one man, fo sho!
Dial M for Merde by Stephen Clarke
Forth part of the ‘Merde’ series. This time Paul West ends up with an eco-friendly girlfriend that wants to kill the French president and he’s catering for a wedding where the president will be present. Looks like Paul West got his spine and his testicles back… thought he was still playing his girls puppet he wasn’t being a lil biatch about it. Much better than the previous one but something was missing and then I remembered what Viv said… it’s too fictional. With the other ones it sounds believable enough to think it was real. Otherwise the format and jokes and especially the Anglo-Parisian pun was all present. Oh and some new extra cookie characters from French police and under cover agents to the kinks of posh families and their world. No extra ordinary jokes but I was smiling throughout the book. Big Viv for keeping me up with the Merde.
Contents:
- The Pitch.
- ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT PLATINUM: Paris.
- M’S THE WORD: Collioure.
- LIVING IN THE PASTIS: Bandol.
- FOLLOW THE DEALER: Saint Tropez.
- THE BEST-LAID PLANS OF VIBRATING MICE AND MEN: Marseille.
- A MATA OF LIFE AND DEATH: The Camargue.
- THE BEST MARRIAGES END IN DEATH: The Camargue.
- ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MERDE: Epilogue.