the eskimo way

salma hayek

wifey

just saw that movie 'here come da boom' with kevin bacon or kevin arnold or bacon harris or some fat guy looks like he's from that worthless tv show 'king of queens' and also grandpa fonzie was in it.... that guy, henry winkler, always seems to come across as a nice guy in his older years - e.g., on tv interviews

anyway -- was just telling wifey about the eskimo way --- my understanding is, in ancient eskimo culture -- before it was tainted by white man...... the snowman eskimo man would build his ice house and have his wife and  a kid or two and maybe go ice-fishing or bash in a baby seal's head or whatever for lunch.... but if a friend were to visit, a long journey, perhaps taking days to trudge over the ice.... not like today where you can fly to finland even from the anti-podes of finland in a day.... but a long and arduous journey -- it was typical with the eskimos that you would have to let your visiting friend have sex with your wife..... wifey denies this is the case but it is the benji's understanding anyway -- if you don't believe it, research it for urself

this brings me to an incident of interest.... i myself found myself in a position where i was visiting a kind of friend of sorts, more an aspiring monk in the hare krishna movement -- i was completely mad at the time, around the end of 1999, and in fact have never been quite so barking mad in quite that way ever before --- i don't particular mind recalling these events or that they happened from this mad period as with the passage of years and the adding of events after events and year after year, it soon becomes unnecesary for the brain to recall most anything -- and then people wonder why if reincarnation is real, can they not recall events from previous lifes, despite their brains from previous lives being worm-food centuries ago and that they cannot even recall from this lifetime more than 1% of what they experienced..... in any case, in this barking mad phase i went through, triggered by a tumultuous set of events that had real causes and real aggravations..... i found myself ready to sleep one nite by a body of water in melbourne.... the aforementioned monk offered to let me sleep in his apartment -- he was a very devout hare-krishna which means that in order to avoid thinking and talking about stupid things, like whether salma hayak is a horny bitch and does she wear armani, they prefer instead to chant their krishna song some 16,000 times a day (108 rounds of the song times 16).... this is supposed to keep their mind and speech away from stupid things..... then they should refrain from gambling, meat of all kinds and even eggs and milk, and also drugs including even just tea and coffee, and illicit sex is to be avoided and sex is only for procreation to produce krishna-conscious children --- krishna sometimes referring to God with these people and the hindus and sometimes referring to the avatar who they believe was born from a virgin mother and who is the main character of the bhagavad-gita - his role therein is to assure arjuna that he must kill as many of the enemy as possible in a real pitched battle -- it's an interesting topic, the life of krishna

anyway, the monk turned out to have had an arranged marriage to an incredibly unattractive woman -- certainly, my wife or salma hayak are real beauties compared to this monk's wife -- she was astoundingly unattractive -- having sex with her would have been a really ugly chore, to be sure... she was fat.... she looked like she couldn't even speak english --- she was a real gollywog looking indonesian type and this guy really looked like some kind of crazy anglo-saxon....... how they could be a match was beyond belief -- anyway, i took advantage of his kind hospitality and didn't bother to tell him or his wife what a horrible match they were....... it was really something out of an adam sandler movie, when u think about it, as was the incredibly fat and ugly woman i once spent a solid 20 minutes tongue-kissing once as a 17 year old in a bar.... another mistake

anyway, another part of this mad phase i went through in late 1999 was i was somewhere between sydney and melbourne and there was a locomotive train engine... it was like the episode of the simpsons where the tractor is calling bart a chicken so he steals the tractor -- i really wanted to get into the locomotive and drive it away..... i would have been arrested but anyway i ended up getting arrested a few weeks later anyway..... maybe if there were just a little bit more wrong with my brain in those crazy day i would have stolen that train and had a better story to tell you - but alas, i am a very wussy man or was

around the place where i thought to rob that train, wherever that was, maybe around dapto, south of sydney -- actually i'm not sure where it was, but the murderer of that chinese mother and daughter that i mentioned a post or two ago that lives here in auburn, they found the son in law of the murdered mother and mate of the murdered daughter dead on train tracks after suiciding, presumably after murdering his mother in law and mate (wife) --- it's an interesting story and unfortunately, no journalists here will bother to dig it up much, but maybe i will knock on the door of the surviving father and husband that lost his wife and daughter and ask him his story and then post about it here

about the sexy women.... i mentioned in ancient egyptian culture, there are four ways to depict women: one is as isis which is woman as practical, womanly........... one is as i think 'sekthet' which is woman as sexy bitch..... then there is i think woman as mother and one other way, will have to get back to you about that and also more of that crazy phase in late 1999 that culminated in being arrested and pepper sprayed by cops at my father's house and then even being locked up a while over it

another occurrence in this crazy period in late 1999 was sleeping at building sites in melbourne due to having no money or a wallet even -- in fact -- it did seem to me one nite while pitching a very small fire in a suburban back alley, that my wallet was about to vanish into thin air due to some Cosmic law i was breaking and then in a moment, as if by magic, my wallet seemed to indeed disappear into thin air.... some weeks later at my father's home in sydney --- (my mother was in spain a year at the time) --- some of the contents of the wallet arrived in the post, along with a flier for some kind of business in melbourne..... i remember wearing black clothes everyday so that i could hang out in public and look normal and my clothes would not become dirty-looking after not washing them a few days --- i talked to some pretty girls around in the downtown area..... the first of the two trips to melbourne, i actually had a job for a little while -- smelling the dust and glues produced in the factory could have exacerbated my delicate mental state at the time.... another nite i went to smoke some marijuana offered me by some comers at a bar and perhaps they had it laced with something more sinister, i often wonder later, as i walked off and seemed to be having an lsd acid trip which i never thought i would have as i never intended to take lsd but i wonder if these people that offered me the marijuana didn't slip me some lsd somehow...... i sat down in a vacant lot and looked at a brick wall -- the bricks seemed to be alive and swimming in and out of eachother.... i almost died........... i mentioned this as part of a story i wrote recently on this blog, this experience