Posted by: nativeiowan | January 7, 2018

2018 v1.02 Sundaycom’ndown

645pm Sunday 7 January, 2018.

The eve’s light has a soft, golden tone to it.

The air is a’buzz. The cicadas, frogs, birds, insects create a cacophony of chaos.

The grass is green, the trees in flower, the sky a tru sky-blue.

Mendozza just came back from the skatepark. He’s nowadays a committed daredevil on his scooter. He just hopped in the pool when I told him he needed a shower.

Angelo watches episode after episode of various TV series… Heros, Going Bad, Game of Thrones… he can spend days in front of the tube doing the netflix boogie.

Been a relaxed and busy last few days… Family comings and goings, parties ending, New Year’s beginning.

I have to go back to work soon.

And my new-Ink itches…nk

You may wonder where the design came from… shld




Posted by: nativeiowan | January 2, 2018

2018 v1.01

A New Year…

I guess we survived the old one…

The past two days of fun n family and New Year’s mayhem and madness.

The previous week or so of family and Cmas and anticipation and childish anticipation.

The previous several weeks of babies and grandparents and missing mommy and wrangling two-year-olds.

Yesterday could not have been better. NY’s eve was fun but “The Party” was planned for NY’s day.

NY’s eve we had Gerhard and Tu n Ify and their kids. Of course my tribe.

The ladies had prepared some island dancing, grass skirts n all, which was great.tunify

Our copper-buddy, Adrian, was on duty but showed up for some entertainment in the form of we all got to be breathalised and some got to be hand-cuffed.


Yesterday we turned the house into a tattoo parlour…

Lale was very, very keen…ttoo

Tu inked Pat, Don, Paul (twice) and me… while Ify did Connie, Lale, Pepe, Betsy, and Paul…26172400_10157112391097178_3078574686360249747_o

26198131_10157112391052178_8197540905162692105_oAllow me to say that this bit of ink- tho small- really, really, really hurt like hell…26220845_10157112391272178_5319287318530123069_o

The house woke this morning around 4am. Paul n Betsy n Don n Pepe and G.G. n Dawnie n Vera n Nova all headed home. Their flight was at 10am so they have to be on the road by 530. Grace and Connie and Mendoza went down to see them off.

After they left I slept a bit then cooked pancakes for Tu’s tribe. They pulled out by about 10am, and I went to sleep in front of the tube…

I slept through the Rose Bowl game and the Sugar Bowl game. I am told both were great games.

It is about 7pm. It has been raining and we’ve opened the house up. After the recent heat n humidity, it is pleasant, the air is clean and the insects buzz n hummm.

A lovely golden glow has settled over the yard as the day ends.

Wishing you all a very smile-filed 2018.

morre later

Posted by: nativeiowan | December 26, 2017

2017 v12.dayafter

It is the day after Christmas. 949am. Not all in this house are out of bed yet.

Yesterday was a frenetically messy day. It started with a big breakfast and presents and noise and happiness and disappointments. Teenagers tend to get disappointed when they get underwear and socks, not toys. Babies are hapi with little but little does no go very far. The broken and dysfunctional presents are strewn about… a broken neckless of bright beads, the RC flying machine that did not last through its maiden flight, the legos that were spilt and are hiding under and around furniture and stacking unwary feet.

It was fun…

We baked a mountain of meat and a pile of potatoes and a great glob of gravy… and it was all good. Connie baked pies and Joe brought alcoholic-cake. Add some whipped cream and ice cream and coffee… It was all real good.

The ladies drank wine and the guys drank beer. The kids spilt everything they tried to drink so the floor is yucky-sticky today.

I woke up kinda early and started helping Gracie clear the mess. The back of my little truck was piled high with boxes and packing and paper. The rubbish bins are pretty much overflowing. Kuma has been very well fed on left overs n turkey bones.

For somer reason I took a single picture yesterday. My phone spent most of the day on the shelf. I basically forgot to stick it in my pocket, so only one visual, but thats ok… IMG_9289 copy

Christmas 2017 is in the record books. 2017 as a whole is not long for this world.

And life is good…

More later

Posted by: nativeiowan | December 17, 2017

1027 v12. anothersundaycomingdown

Another Sunday coming down…

The music of a confused family fills the air. The boys have some shitty reggae/rap stuff playing from their devices. MEANINGLESS, repetitive DRIVVEL that only SIMPLE MINDS CAN DECIPHER.

Call me an official ol grumpy fart…

Kinda like the music listened to when I was a testosterone poisoned teenager? Doubtful… I used to play “Yes, Relayer” to drive my father nuts… I still think Yes was pretty good…

Turn that gawdamned music offff!!!!

I smile. Little changes from generation to generation.

So we have half-a-passel here.

Definition of passela large number or amount

Paul n Betsy n Grace n Angelo n Mendoza n G.G. n E.D. n Nova n Kuma n I…

Half-a-Passel. More to come. Soon.

They are in the pool as I speak. The shitty teen-tunes are too loud, as is the water-slide that bubbles n gushes. The babies squeal n yelp and the older folks talk too loud – to be heard over the music…

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It was warm day. Better to be inside where it is chilled n nice. I keep the aircon cranking so you can nap with a blanket. Now, 317pm, the family has been up since early, they stayed in all morn, they’ve all had naps then woke to a gourmet-dawg bbq I put together while all slept.

I drug them out-of-doors. And they’ve been enjoying it. I prefer to be outside.

So all fed n messy n hapi I chased all to the pool. Where they still play. Boys n babes n moms n dads.

And by the sounds of it all is well in the immediate familial universe…

Half of December is gone. twenty-three – twenty-fourths of the year has passed. It’s all but dun for 2017.

With so much confusion and family, the basic needs of the sane familial domestic are trampled upon. Last night the clan stayed up all night playing cards… so all are tired n grumpy this AM.

Grace just ran off to snatch a nap claiming more cards tonight, so needed to rest up…

Tho a born n bred player of cards, I no longer partake. I have forsaken chess, a sport I played  a minimum of a game a day for decades. I can’t recall my last game of backgammon. Damn, I learned to count playing cribbage.

A few years back, when I retired, I gave up my competitive nature. Since then the games don’t give me as much pleasure. Without that damn-mammillian competitive nature it aint as much fun. In fact it kinda becomes meaningless.

My last game of chess brought back old habits and before it was over I was in a sweat and demanding a rematch.

I decided that I no longer enjoyed that rush of competitiveness that is so deeply programmed into our DNA.

I still shoot stick. Gotta have at least one bad habit… And I very much enjoy my 12-foot snooker table… Snookeer is a grentleman’s game that requires great patience and skill.IMG_5254Snooker, to me is geometry. And with the www you can research shots and actually get pretty good. We play “call n crow”. If you don’t call your shot n make it, you cant crow. So “call n crow’.

Forgot to mention that I have not golfed in years.

Angelo just taught E.D. to go down the water-slide by herself. Not sure its a good idea, but then no one listens to me…

Reminds me of a song… “Old n In The Way”… Well worth a listen. I’d forgotten about this iconic piece of music… Thanks for the memory!

And the beat goes on… the wind-chimes giggle. the kids laugh n shout. No tears, yet, so we are doing pretty good.

My favourite Christmas pict… Kinda says it all.mcmas

And life is good.


Posted by: nativeiowan | December 14, 2017

2017 v12.the cool of the eve

Sitting outside the Palmwoods ranch. A cool breeze tinkles the wind chimes. Various species of birds make noise n argue n fight. The air is dominated by the shrill, childish chatter of Dawn and G.G.

I have been slow, slow, slow today.

Cooked a big feed for Gracie’s Birthday, yesterday.

Gracie’s young friend, Miriam, was going to come by and share a bottle of wine with Grace. So I whooped up a mess of Cajun Mojo pork and a Lemon Zinger cake. Both turned out pretty good. It took most of the day to do it all. Not because it is hard, but rather because I am a slow, messy cook.

As I was cooking away I gave our friend, Big G, a call and asked if he was hungry. Big G is single, and very much enjoys his home cooked meals. Its always good to ahve him around.

He was free and showed up about 6pm. We waited a bit for Miriam but eventually learned she could not make it so…

The nice bottle of red ( to go with the meal) and the nice bottle of white (to go with the cake) had one less partaker partaking,

So I had to tough-up and ensure both bottles got emptied…

I have been slow, slow, slow today. I don’t do red wine at all any more. Chateau Migraine is what I call red. And today is no exception. The bottle of good bubbly was a waste. A fun bubbly waste, but a waste non the less.

When will I ever learn????

If past experience is anything to go on… the answer is “never”.

So the sun sets. The kookaburra laughs. The little girls make too much noise.

Cajun Mojo Pork is a great dish. It starts with onions n garlic n red peppers all fried up in a roasting pan…2017-12-13 12.58.27

I do all the prep and final cooking in the same pan to get a lot of juice n drippijgs from the cook-up so its a nice, almost bbq type cosnitency with a very good Mojo flavour…

I add one-only thermal-nuclear red-bomb chili to make the whole thing dance a bit…2017-12-13 13.00.04

After the vegies all cooked I sear each pork chop in the pan…2017-12-13 13.03.40

So everything all ready in the roaster for a few hours of oven…2017-12-13 13.28.53

As the concoction cooked I did a number of different upside down cakes. Mostly to test my batter for the Zinger which required a bit of zest and lemon juice fresh from our garden…2017-12-13 14.17.52

The main part of a zinger is the syrup… about a cup of sugar and juice n zest from a few lemons. It is super sweet and super-super sour. Pretty good stuff…2017-12-13 15.28.17

A couple of the cakes… a big upside-down apple n a couple small pear and lemon cakes…2017-12-13 16.17.06

The Mojo Pork after its been melting in the pot for a while…2017-12-13 17.21.12

Took an old picture from our wedding on Moli Island, South Choiseul, and had it enlarged and framed as Gracie’s present. A very long time ago, when we were all young and beautiful…2017-12-13 13.39.12

Happy Birthday to you… G's 61st

The end of the night…2017-12-13 23.24.10

I cleaned up then (drunk as I was) wrapped Cmas presents until 2am. Very, very tired n sore n lazy all day today.

And life is good.

Posted by: nativeiowan | December 3, 2017

2017 v12.1 The Itch Fer Ink


Damn! 12th month of the year!

Christmas just a stone-throw away.

I went down to visit my dear friends n family, Tu and Ify, yesterday. Of course Tu is the dude who inks me. Ify is his lovely lady, who has also inked me.

Check out…

If you ever wanted to get inked, or even if you have inked, you’ll appreciate their art form. Hell, even if you do not even like ink, their art form is killer.

It was in 2010 that I decided to start an ink programme… I decided to find an ink master and chase a career in wearable art. I had a  bit of ink then. My first ink session was a PCV obligatory “gupo” in June 1981. Years later I dressed the gupo up with a couple of sessions under the gun of a Kiwi guy whose influence was Polynesian.

I figured I stay with the Polynesian theme and started looking around. I was discussing this with Tu yesterday… I recall that I eventually got in contact with a guy out of Brisbane named “Marty” who had been recommended to me.  By the time I found him Marty had moved back to NZ. He gave me an email address for Arts Elemental. “A new guy on the Coast”, according to Marty.

Look what I just found… LMTL

So it was in 2011 when I first sat under Tu’s gun.

And the itch for ink has not diminished… 2017-12-03 11.11.08

As time goes on I don’t sit the long sessions like before. I guess part of the gig in the “old days” was the travel. Was moving a lot and needed to fly in, get inked then head home. Now days I drive down, we sit n chat n catch up for a couple of hours, then do a bit of ink. Tu and I discussed it as, perhaps, just perhaps being at a stage where I have a fair amount of ink and, tho keen for more, in no hurry, anymore.

Also, I don’t take the pain as well as when I was “younger”. I think of sitting for 3-4 hours straight then a break, then another couple of hours when my back got done. I remember going into a Pain-Accepting dream. Zoning out. Going to that “space”.

Not any more. I’m good for an hour or so at a punch. Ink a bit, have a cup of tea, ink a bit more… Like I said, no longer in  a hurry.

Today I am wrangling babies… Grace went off to church and I cast a sleep-spell. I have UFC on the tube so they sleep and I watch blood sports…

GG has woke up. Dawnie is fidgeting.

Rd 1 of a killer punch fest. Alaveria v Meneria… a killer first round.

And life is good.





Posted by: nativeiowan | November 28, 2017

2017 v11.olfartstress

As an official ol fart, I’m pretty relaxed. I live where I want and like, travel a lot, enjoy cool adventures in exotic places with cool people.

But nothing prepares me for my 2 two year old granddaughters.

Gloria Grace (GG) and Dawn Epiphany (ED) remind me of what a two year old experience can be… X 2.

I have raised 2 year olds before. I must be mad to be doing it again… and with 2 at once.

They look like angels. But they are evil. Evil I tell you…

But the whole scene, the complete picture is here…

We have been playing hard outside all day.

Pool time n vroom time n swings n volley ball n a big yard with a sand pit…

Dawnie got her foot up against the bike n got some blisters…

She didn’t scream or cry but we discovered the blisters shortly after n covered them in magical healing balm. She was trying to hide them from us.

GG is a pretty dominant force. Demands her way a lot. A lot! She and I do conflict.

She just played a game where she was not going to listen, refused to come lay down n sleep.

I insisted, she refused.

I won.

It took a long time and a lot of patience.

Maybe I have more patience these days than before?

I do look stressed, don’t I?

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 25, 2017

2017 v11.when refugees aren’t

You may have missed it… A bit of an “end” to a sad, telling, important story…

The remaining (in the hundreds) internees at the Austrian Immigration “processing centre” on MANUS ISLAND, PNG has been forcefully removed and relocated.

I feel this story is important in that it tells a story of refugees who are not refugees…

Today’s news is one of “triumph for the officials”, and complete loss for the would be refugees…

To understand this tale one must have a bit of an idea how the Australian Government approaches “immigration”. The answer is that The Australian have  a very hard/ harsh stance on immigration. I feel I can discuss with some authority this topic in that I have officially and legally immigrated to Australia. It was not easy.

This recent bit of verbiage pretty much explains the official position:

“You have compounded their problems by allowing them some message of false hope that somehow if they stayed in the regional processing centre in those conditions, it would twist the arm of the Australian government that we would change our policy and somehow the people would settle in Australia,” he said.

“That cruel hoax needs to come to an end. The Labor Party and the Greens and these advocates have been holding out this cruel hoax and providing this false promise to people in a very difficult situation.”

I am a dual passport carrier and have a fair amount of cash and assets. In order to legally immigrate (this means I am not a visitor in Aus, I am a resident under a conditional visa) I had to jump through many, many hoops. My wife and I both immigrated and it was doubly difficult. It took over 6 years.

The people at the Manus centre are not, I stress NOT, going to make it to Aus. As its stands they shall either choose to be returned to the homeland (and be paid a whack of cash) or settle in PNG.

The basics of the Manus centre are as follows:

Now quickly note the centre is called a regional processing centre and has been operational for over 15 years. Some of the detainees have been there for the duration. Also, this is not the only such centre operated by Aus. Many people ahve been processed through the centre and into Australia. Hose remaining have not met the requirements. They have been offered alternatives but have chose to gamble that their acts would receive some level of leniency.

But why were they on Manus at all?

The idea is simple: Illegal immigrants arriving on Australian shores (by any means) shall not have their applications for refugee or immigrant status evaluated while they are on Australian soil.

This rule applies to all attempting to immigrate.

All would-be immigrants and would-be refugees must complete a mountain of paper work and be assessed/ vetted. I pointed out that my process took 6 years. And I have only been married once (still married to the same gal too), have never served in any military, nor been arrested or convicted of a crime. My case was technically an easy one… I had to list and explain my past 10 years of travel. Had to offer my current and past passport(s) and all residential addresses and education – ALL!.

If one is claiming refugee status they go into a different category. One is assessed as being a refugee. What is a refugee??? – a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster. –

If you claim refugee status and the officials decide you are not being truthful you are banned from applying for any Aus visas for a set period of time.

If you apply to immigrate and the officials decide you are not being truthful you are banned from applying for any Aus visas for a set period of time.

The remaining detainees have not met the requirements as either immigrants or refugees, and were removed from the now closed centre:

Good? Bad?

The way it is?

But the rules are clear, the laws have been enforced. Fair or not, the outcome may have been predictable…

Especially when one is a Refugee that isn’t.

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 22, 2017

2017 v11.ontheroadagain

After quite a bit of tweeting in 3 different workshops the Shelby is back on the road.

Suspension got reoriented in 2 different shops. A new brain got installed by PowerCurve. My buddy Smiling Scotty worked his arse off to change tyres twice before we got it right.

I hear a track day calling .

I got gorgeous granddaughters to pose by my favourite Vroomoblie…

Posted by: nativeiowan | November 11, 2017

2017 v11.where dp the time go?

OK, I am lost in time and space. I can’t really recall my last post. I have been remiss. Absent. Lost in the ether. Living with a house of children.

2yr old terrors, Dawn E. and G.G., have been around for the past 11 months. Ok, its only been 10 days but it feels like 10 days…

And life is pretty OK…

Some shots of my time with “the babes”…2017-11-05 20.08.362017-11-06 16.16.562017-11-06 16.16.572017-11-06 16.16.582017-11-06 16.17.012017-11-06 16.17.042017-11-06 18.10.052017-11-06 18.10.12-12017-11-06 18.10.12-22017-11-06 18.10.132017-11-07 17.31.072017-11-07 17.31.112017-11-07 17.31.382017-11-07 17.31.402017-11-07 17.41.092017-11-07 17.44.132017-11-07 18.38.332017-11-07 18.38.342017-11-07 18.38.362017-11-07 18.38.372017-11-07 18.38.382017-11-07 18.38.402017-11-07 18.38.442017-11-07 18.38.452017-11-07 18.38.52-12017-11-07 18.38.522017-11-07 18.41.352017-11-07 18.42.34-12017-11-07 18.42.482017-11-07 18.42.552017-11-07 18.42.582017-11-07 18.50.48-12017-11-07 18.50.48-22017-11-07 18.50.492017-11-07 18.50.512017-11-07 19.48.452017-11-07 21.12.40

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