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High Expectation | Seeking Mount Hothams Best Travel Experiences

  HIGH EXPECTATION SEEKING MOUNT HOTHAM’S BEST TRAVEL EXPERIENCES     ARRIVING AT MOUNT HOTHAM Park on the...

The Unchosen Few

The day of the Lord cameth less like a thief in the night, more like a firestorm of...

The Unchosen Few

 

 
The day of the Lord cameth less like a thief in the night, more like a firestorm of death at around eleven on a Tuesday morning. I guess it was night time in the other hemisphere where most of the people lived. A lucky handful survived. Comparing notes later we realized that none of us had kept up with our paperwork and we were all still in bed when it happened. Only the lazy made it, a new clan of inner-city wasters were all that remained of this city. A couple of pothead engineering students cobbled together enough solar panels and pumps to satisfy our energy and water requirements, a morphine addicted doctor keeps us healthy. There is plenty of stuff, so much stuff, so few humans. A bunch of strippers and hookers are with us, their Daddy issues perished with their Daddies, what was bad news for most has worked out pretty well for them. As the majority they have ensured that women and men share this life equally. It turns out the ashes of sinners makes perfect soil for growing fruit and vegetables, the fish have returned to the harbour, we have thousands of yachts to play with and fish from.  The air is clear now the dust has settled, the water is clean. Every day in this new Eden is simple and free and easy. As the only surviving songwriter my ditties have become the songs of a culture. I have to write more carefully, knowing that what I produce now will endure. We are all careful about what we do and say, we have a great responsibility to create a culture of beauty and equity for all. We, the unchosen, lazy few, we are humanity. The way we think and act now will affect our offspring and theirs. We don't have rules and therefore don't have sins. We have love and kindness and making new things. Every day we wonder why we didn't live this way before the day of the Lord? Parkstreet. http://www.kentparkstreetblog.com/
 
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High Expectation | Seeking Mount Hothams Best Travel Experiences

  HIGH EXPECTATION SEEKING MOUNT HOTHAM’S BEST TRAVEL EXPERIENCES     ARRIVING AT MOUNT HOTHAM Park on the mountain peak at Hotham Central or...

The Unchosen Few

The day of the Lord cameth less like a thief in the night, more like a firestorm of death at around eleven on a...

The Unchosen Few

 

 
The day of the Lord cameth less like a thief in the night, more like a firestorm of death at around eleven on a Tuesday morning. I guess it was night time in the other hemisphere where most of the people lived. A lucky handful survived. Comparing notes later we realized that none of us had kept up with our paperwork and we were all still in bed when it happened. Only the lazy made it, a new clan of inner-city wasters were all that remained of this city. A couple of pothead engineering students cobbled together enough solar panels and pumps to satisfy our energy and water requirements, a morphine addicted doctor keeps us healthy. There is plenty of stuff, so much stuff, so few humans. A bunch of strippers and hookers are with us, their Daddy issues perished with their Daddies, what was bad news for most has worked out pretty well for them. As the majority they have ensured that women and men share this life equally. It turns out the ashes of sinners makes perfect soil for growing fruit and vegetables, the fish have returned to the harbour, we have thousands of yachts to play with and fish from.  The air is clear now the dust has settled, the water is clean. Every day in this new Eden is simple and free and easy. As the only surviving songwriter my ditties have become the songs of a culture. I have to write more carefully, knowing that what I produce now will endure. We are all careful about what we do and say, we have a great responsibility to create a culture of beauty and equity for all. We, the unchosen, lazy few, we are humanity. The way we think and act now will affect our offspring and theirs. We don't have rules and therefore don't have sins. We have love and kindness and making new things. Every day we wonder why we didn't live this way before the day of the Lord? Parkstreet. http://www.kentparkstreetblog.com/
 
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listen to older voices: john michael (mick) pacholli – part 3
Mick Pacholli

Mick created TAGG - The Alternative Gig Guide in 1979 with Helmut Katterl, the world's first real Street Magazine. He had been involved with his fathers publishing business, Toorak Times and associated publications since 1972.  Mick was also involved in Melbourne's music scene for a number of years opening venues, discovering and managing bands and providing information and support for the industry. Mick has also created a number of local festivals and is involved in not for profit and supporting local charities.