This is not the future

15 06 2013

Here we sit thinking we’re so advanced, but I often wonder.

We still drive cars and are happy to burn coal and oil, it might be saving our jobs, but is having a job more important than saving life, all life?

We can ignore climate change, wars and gun violence, while Celebrity sex scandals and baby bumps fill our magazines and newspapers.

What is this obsession we have for non-news?

Our media is a bit like hoping to sit down to a big roast dinner on a sunday and finding that all we’re really getting is a plate full of jellybeans.

It’s crap like this which is making Murdoch rich and the population stupid.

Our computers are marvelous, yet unable to think or consider, or know anything about their user or anything else, and they can be so damn frustrating to use.

And why the fuck are we still religious in 2013? can’t more people see that religion is the biggest ball and chain in the leg of humanity? it holds back science, medicine, and equality between the sexes and gets in the way of same sex marriage.

As a kid, I used to think that soon after the year 2000, things would be amazing, but I feel as though we’ve been ripped off.

Where are the big dreams we had?


Why yes, that’s me on that shirt.

31 03 2013

Why yes, that’s me on that shirt.

Some people like my logo enough to wear it out, and if you consider yourself to be one of those people, then you may be interested to know where to get the shirt.

It’s on Redbubble with all my other photos and things (You can get some really nice photos I’ve taken over the years as prints, posters or postcards).

If you buy the shirt, I recommend a brown one.


Behind the wall.

9 03 2013

It was hopefully the final night of being in hospital, it was hot in there and between the temperature of the room, the sickness and the runs, there was little room for sleep.

Laying next to me was a patient whose wife had seen him admitted, but had to go back to the country to keep everything running, neither he nor I had seen a family member or friend for days, and we were both slipping into a kind of madness.

Nothing works unless you ask for it days in advance, there’s no TV and there’s no Phone, if you bring in a Radio it might work.

This Man wanted to phone his wife and tried to ring her, only to discover it wouldn’t let him, so he beat the crap out of it with the handset. Now I’m not one for vandalism, but I understand why he did it.

Behind the wall, someone who worked at the hospital was reciting a story they’d written, and now and then they would ask one of the nurses to play one of the characters, none of them were actors, that was plain, they all sounded like they were reading words from a page.

But the strangest thing about it was the story was about Wolfie the Werewolf.

I remember hearing bits and pieces of the story, and the accompanying score, for there was music to go with it, in between random hospital noises.

I would have got out of bed and tapped him on the shoulder, and shown him my t-shirt with my avatar on it, if I wasn’t so sick.

There he was, telling the tale aloud, while the real Wolfie was having a hard night, only meters away.


PS – His Wolfie died, I lived and went home to Katie.

A rose unfurls

31 08 2011

In the last few weeks I’ve been growing facial hair, out of curiosity.

I was never “allowed” to do it before, either because of Mum stating that she hated beards, or my teenage inner-self feeling that somehow the act of growing a beard would be both a source of horror and deep embarrassment.

But I’ve got past it, the whiskers are growing, and not only that, there is a feeling of liberation, there’s a personal growth happening along side the hair growth.

I feel almost like I’m standing on the shore of a large lake, with a small boat which I’ve stared at for years, but never had dared to take out for a paddle.

I am frightened of change, change for me has almost always been something bad…
but now a change is coming, which I feel I’m in control of.

I’ve got into the boat and it’s taking me out into the lake, and I’m not afraid, for once, I’m not afraid… I can see the shore slipping into the distance as My boat moves across crystal clear and completely calm water into the center of the lake, which I can’t see at this point, and that’s how life is… but it’s going to be ok.

The beard is just the tip of the iceberg, there’s more going on inside, it’s calm and quiet, like I’ve figured it all out at last and have lost all reason to be nervous.

I think I once read a story about American Indian boys going out into the wilderness in their early teens, as a coming of age ceremony… and staying until they found out who they were, and then returning home with a new name.

My Dear friend Michelle would know if this is right, As the blood runs through her veins.

For such a long time I have toyed with the idea of changing My name, But I couldn’t, It felt like a disservice to my Parents, who You probably know, I love dearly, despite Death taking them from Me.

But then, This is about Me and My life, and where I find myself at this time.
And I think of the remaining years that I have to stand up and say “Yes, this is Me” and be proud of myself.

I almost lost the chance, as you know.

Up until last year I still had a Sister, who knew my Name, and Knew who gave it to me and why. She could recite the two names in the middle in Her sleep, She knew my last name, and what that meant.

But She was taken from Me by Cancer.

I don’t have much contact with family anymore, there are embers in the fireplace, but that’s about all, there’s only one who knows a smattering of my Roots and that’s My Niece.

What is left of the old Me, How many, apart from corporations requesting money for unpaid bills, know Me by that name?

Some years ago, I began calling myself Wolfie, and it worked, it was
accepted. It was only a nickname, but now it’s become a lot more than that.

Was my real name Wolfie all along?

I never spent one day in Tibet, but Ladies and Gents, I think I’ve found myself.

Now that other factor, Google Plus and their silly names policy.

People have been talking about the use of “Nyms” (the Pseudo kind), and there’s this twitch inside when I apply it to “Wolfie Rankin”, because it’s gone beyond that point.

When some say that “nyms” are nothing but worthless trolls and hoons, who make life difficult for “normal” people who have lives and jobs, and therefore are superior to anyone they wish stick the toes of their nice Italian shoes into, and they apply that
stereotype to me, then how do I feel?

I often think a twitter businessman in a clean suit and tie, is every bit as bad as that pretend sexy lady bot who pops up at times and tries to trick me into viewing a URL.

I don’t care what Google thinks, or the people who use it, But perhaps it’s the last straw.

I know I’m not a troll and you know it too… I’m Wolfie!

I want to be Myself, not what anyone else thinks I should be, and I think that time has finally come.

The boat is going further and further out into the lake.
On the seat beside me a red rose unfurls and I smell its sweet perfume.

I leave the person I was on the bank, and become myself, the one I was meant to be.
Like the Wolf inside, this is a time of Transformation, Change, and Rebirth.

Finally at long last, it’s OK to simply be Myself.

This is Me, I am Wolfie Rankin.

Wolfies Tea Party.

20 02 2011

I had a bit of idea, just a small one, but then, a small idea can be quite lovely.
and the implications might be bigger.

Basically all it is, is that sometime tonight, between six and nine pm, we sit down in our favourite quiet spot and have a cup of tea, with a cake or a biscuit.

You will note that I didn’t give any specific time, It’s tea, it shouldn’t be regimented to a specific minute of the day, and many of us are settling kids down for the night, having our evening meal, or watching a favourite tv show… do this when you feel you are ready.

Switch the lights off, except for the nearest one, the tv and the radio too, it will be you, alone, or with a friend, a cup of tea, and a bikkie.

It need not be fancy, you could be at a camp fire with an old metal mug if you’re
lucky enough to be in that situation.

But… because we’re doing this online thing, what I’d like you to do, is grab your mobile, take a photo of your tea, or yourself having tea (don’t spill it) or whatever you feel might be a good shot, Take it and upload it, either to Yfrog or Flickr and tweet with the hashtag #WRtea, So that the rest of us can see you’ve joined in.

It’ll be a much nicer tea party than that other one, and look at the electricity we’ll be saving by switching things off for a little while.

Let’s allow a little Global Togetherness to happen, and create a piece of peace.

Please join us, you’d be most welcome, and spread the word!


*note: I may re-post photos to the Facebook Event Page, I’ve found that while Yfrog photos easily crosspost to Facebook, Twitpic ones do not, hrmmm.

#WolfieTU Tweetup

19 10 2010

A tweetup is defined as a twitter users get together, usually in a local area.

The general idea would be to gather a set of people who you regularly talk to, who live close by, or who might be in the area visiting, and meet at a pub, a gallery or a park for instance.

Now the world is a lot smaller because of the way we communicate online, and although we may chat to friends in Amsterdam, Stockholm, Tokyo, New York or Hobart, it’s obviously going to be really difficult to get those people in the same place, at the same time, in a real life setting, although that would be very desirable.

So what I’m proposing is to have a global tweetup in Second life, possibly next week.

Second life is a virtual reality meeting place, and in my opinion is more Social Media than a game, some disagree, but whatever position you hold, the fact remains that people do meet there and talk.

Why we’d use Second life is because you can have multiple people in one space, possibly twenty or so, and use voice.

It sounds as though if we had twenty people all talking at once, then conversation would become very difficult to follow, but not really. Being in Second life is a bit like being at a party, it’s only the people that you are standing near who can be heard clearly, so by mixing in and moving around, voices fade in and out just like in real life.

Since the feedback on Twitter was positive, I think we should try it out.

But I would like to get a few things sorted out first, namely a suitable day, and a suitable time.

Some time towards the end of the week would probably best, Thursday, Friday or Satuday night, possibly around nine in the evening, Melbourne time. (+10 AEST).

Those who would like to try this out and hear the voices of those who they tweet with, should create a Second life account as soon as possible, please don’t leave it till the last minute as the software does take a while to download and install, and then there’s an awkward bit as you suddenly try to come to grips with unfamiliar software… don’t be too worried as I can help you with this when we’re there.

We will naturally enough, be using ABC Island as the location.

Secondlife registration and software is available here and is completely free of charge. (Mac/PC/Linux)

If you have questions, you can ask here or tweet with #WolfieTU