tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344Fri, 16 Dec 2011 02:41:14 +0000door knockersThere's the sunChen Yun-ChingGregory HibbardBen WilsonfermatBeachwooddecadalMike JoneslaoshitruthmysterydistancePythagorasJD SalingerLancefieldbaguawu-weiPapua New GuineaLaraLucia OndrusovaThe Weepiesracial theoriesMidmar DamWilliam ShakespearechaletSonja ZeniccreationAlbanymallardMartin MiddletonWestern Australialast theoremLaurenDurbanBuddhismdrunkssynchronicityalgebrataijibeliefJedpower polesUlster UinversityKaviengloveDeny me not that I love theeBlue heart of minehomeopathytechnologyDescartesOlympus MonscapacitypoemDianne WiestMilan Djurdjevicnew image internationalsongcrowMartin JesnoewskimassuerAmwayConrad Lavelleanas platyrynchosairportTwelve NightsHelen ZenickarateHow you sleep at nightACNJerry BagitaYoda1986melaleucatrigonometrybai shisnake oiltheoryHe never leftBob DaviesbibleHunter S Thompsoniridologycountingnew year's resolutionwhisperketamineMarsGreg SeymourJames SumaracVictoriaLimping to the moonThe solitude of writingJohn ScotttelemarketersAndrew Whiteheadfriendshippyramid schemesLana KovacTaiwanQishanmathematicsJoaquin Rodrigowishful thinkingwritingBelinda DjurdjevicmasterBBCKaohsiungPaul McCartneychiropracticFenWaiting for youpurposerealignmentMargaret RiverMayagoalTim HullChef TAll aboardintelligenceholocaustlaw of cosinesGood enough for youLucy AckermanechoesJack KerouacsocialismsonnetoccupationConey Island DayLoretta Hui-shan YanggravityCome raining down on meTimothy BensonxingyiLara Djurdjeviclimitationswar crimesbarquack1990Barak ObamascamGunter BohenskyHalcyon DayStingskoshiLeanne AckermancongressMiss you againchangeevolutiongashukusubluxationMax GrässConcerto de AranjuezTrevor Landmasseusemulti-level marketingNew Year's EveMt HawthornFranz KafkaMLMvignettePerthobjectiveAshleyMaureenRichard FlynntranslationPanapae BeachMy maiden lies asleep tonightinternalomegatrendrateSandra BonnardWay back hometimelifeTerraformingnunrunningIsabella JeznoewskaYesterdayhealthcareThese handsJames LavettCatheter in the ryeUScalligraphyEdin KovacWhat Dan has to sayhttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)Blogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-4421500962379957677Tue, 11 Oct 2011 07:29:00 +00002011-10-11T15:33:59.504+08:00drunksJedBen WilsonLimping to the moonMt HawthornsongHere is the clip of my latest song - filmed at Mt Hawthorn by Ben Wilson last Saturday.It is off my forthcoming album "Ways that won't mend".I'm grateful to Jed for all his help in recording this song and the other songs on my album - cheers mate, you're a legend. Your creative genius and skill is beyond the ken of mere mortals.Ben, what can I say... the video speaks for itself; pure art! Thanks http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/10/limping-to-moon-video-clip.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-1842647053408847270Tue, 27 Sep 2011 01:14:00 +00002011-10-01T15:37:41.405+08:00MaureenJedPaul McCartneyConcerto de AranjuezLimping to the moonJoaquin RodrigoThe WeepiesAshleyYesterdayIt occurs to me that there are probably relatively few instances of songwriting where there is a “trail” left behind, revealing exactly how the song came to be. My latest song “Limping to the moon” is one such rare instance.I must preface my remarks by saying that I am, at best, a “reluctant songwriter”. In other words, I don’t really want to write songs; I have no special interest nor skill inhttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/09/writing-and-recording-of-limping-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-310362224130059838Thu, 22 Sep 2011 02:52:00 +00002011-09-23T19:33:10.689+08:00MaureenLimping to the moonI’m climbing, over the hills that turn to sheer cliffs in my mindAnd I’m sailing, over the seas made up of tears that I’ve criedBut when all my water has driedhope seems to have diedI see you by my sideAnd I’m drowning, deep in a welldug out of my own despairAnd I’m burning, in fires from hellbut nobody else is awareBut when all my water has driedhope seems to have diedI see you by my sideI limp http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/09/limping-to-moon-song-for-maureen.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-439724187106649336Wed, 17 Aug 2011 05:43:00 +00002011-08-21T14:53:46.057+08:00James SumaracMiss you againLancefieldLucia OndrusovaI was walking along the deathly quiet streets of Lancefield, Victoria in early hours of the morning, unable to sleep. I remember feeling totally engulfed by the darkness - street lamps and car headlights flickering like candles in the distance, the moonless sky showering me with the milky way, the chill, still air cramping my lungs, the gravel cracking underfoot like someone's knuckles. It was http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/08/writing-and-recording-of-miss-you-again.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6401871605273132195Sat, 23 Jul 2011 09:14:00 +00002011-09-23T17:20:10.340+08:00Blue heart of mineMayaHow do you write as song for your second child when your first born's song already ticks all the boxes? Isn't it inevitable that it will suffer by comparison?I must confess that I had a couple of goes at Maya's song. All were up-tempo, happy songs that matched Maya's irrepressible "joie de vivre". I may yet record one of them, a song I've called "There's the sun". This and 2 other "http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/09/writing-and-recording-of-blue-heart-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-5054934393347558118Thu, 23 Jun 2011 09:09:00 +00002011-09-23T17:23:58.466+08:00Waiting for youLaraJedI wrote the music for "Waiting for you" sometime in 1991 - around the same time I wrote "All aboard". That song was written for my sister Belinda, while "Way back home" (1987) was written for my sister Natalie."Waiting for you" was originally intended as a song for my late father who was a big fan of doo-wop music. For this reason, I modelled the song loosely on the style of Paul Anka (one of http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/06/writing-and-recording-of-waiting-for.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6172105723611566688Sun, 01 May 2011 13:31:00 +00002011-09-23T11:03:48.481+08:00MayasongThere's the sunYou don’t know how it feelsthe chill of the wind through the leafless planesI just know that it’s realMy jacket drawn up against autumnal rainsThen I notice youlike you want me toSummer's coming againHey! There’s the sunfirst of Mayand such beauty in your eyesPlough my way through the fieldsall amber and crimson, the sky bled to grayNow I know why the treeshave dropped all their cover and into myhttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-sun-song-for-maya_01.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-1156790176138777848Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:26:00 +00002011-08-14T20:37:44.431+08:00Miss you againLancefieldFensongVictoriaA song I wrote in Lancefield, Victoria in 2007 So many years have passed us by, here I am wondering why: maybe instead of the road to the left, I should have gone down to the right. Mostly I keep all these feelings at bay, so they'll never get into my head - But when that old town falls asleep, when the moon has gone to ground, when the quiet of this place fades the smile from my face,http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-you-again.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6298282686717305969Sun, 27 Mar 2011 01:51:00 +00002011-07-18T15:53:55.460+08:00MayaYou know what it's like: from the moment you wake, thoughts cast you deep into shadow.I know there's light, but sometimes I forget, memories cut down to the marrow.Then a look at your smile lifts the years from my mind, a feeling that floods me inside.ChorusBlue heart of mine - it never was, and never is - a look at your smile and its over.I cradle your hand as we walk down the street, trouble http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/11/mayas-song.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-3321508372265431313Sat, 26 Mar 2011 11:21:00 +00002011-07-18T15:54:35.391+08:00Waiting for youFenLara DjurdjevicsongThey say I was waiting for you - that from the moment I laid eyes on you, all my waiting was through.They say that moment like this makes every other moment feel second best; now I know this to be true.They say to every boy you meet, I'll be the other guy - who's watching every minute and counting every eye.I won't always be with you, but I'll always be true.I wish I knew what I was going to http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-for-you-song-for-lara.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-7007191870802414538Mon, 21 Feb 2011 12:42:00 +00002011-04-15T13:23:34.080+08:00KaohsiungmassuerfermatmasseusetaijiTaiwaninternalbaguaxingyiThe sun has set behind the Kaohsiung skyline as our bus rattles along in the congested rush-hour traffic. I lie back against the head-rest, feeling the vibration on my scalp through the velour, and try to doze. Every now and again a jolt throws me back into the real world and I see flashes: flashes of the faux wood-panelled interior of our vehicle, the slumped, silent silhouettes of my fellow http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories-of-taiwan-third-eye-blind.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-3896409941062661925Wed, 16 Feb 2011 12:41:00 +00002011-04-18T16:11:48.912+08:00synchronicityStingTaiwanbaguaLucia OndrusovaIt’s almost midnight and I’m limping in the blue shadows of the monastery grounds finally deserted by the maelstrom of day-time activity. I'm limping because I’m alone and no longer inclined to hide the pain in my lower back – pain that stabs like a thick syringe-needle with every step and the slightest knee lift. It is an injury I sustained in my very first training, and which scans will laterhttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories-of-taiwan-synchronicity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-2522786528789350559Mon, 31 Jan 2011 13:22:00 +00002011-04-19T12:38:46.739+08:00KaviengAndrew WhiteheadPanapae BeachGregory HibbardPapua New GuineaJerry BagitaBBCLately I've noticed just how "heavy" my non-martial material is. My fiction deals with themes of guilt, betrayal and the past coming back to haunt you. My other writing is mostly a "rant".So I thought I'd break with tradition and write something lighter; something that harks back to halcyon days in my childhood, back to a long-lost era of innocence and limitless possibilities.It was 1972 and I http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/07/treasure-chest-of-memories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-4703408076266659681Wed, 01 Dec 2010 15:26:00 +00002011-12-16T09:37:38.216+08:00fermatlast theoremmathematicstrigonometryalgebralaw of cosinesIntroductionFermat's last theorem states that no three positive integers a, b, and c can satisfy the equation:an + bn = cnwhere a, b and c are real, whole integers and n > 2.This theorem was famously proposed by Pierre de Fermat in around 1637 when he wrote in the margin of a copy of Diophantus' Arithmetica: "I have discovered a truly marvelous proof that it is impossible to separate a cube into http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2010/12/fermats-last-theorem-short-proof.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-8305556104645118515Mon, 15 Nov 2010 17:26:00 +00002011-04-18T16:12:10.998+08:00fermatPythagoraslast theoremalgebraIntroductionFermat's last theorem states that no three positive integers a, b, and c can satisfy the equation:an + bn = cnwhere a, b and c are real, whole integers and n > 2.The purpose of this paper is to prove Fermat’s last theorem in relation to right-angled triangles. The proof shall be by way of contradiction using algebra and geometry. I shall leave to another day whether it is possiblehttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2010/11/fermats-last-theorem-proof-for-right.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6358518475207002231Mon, 18 Oct 2010 13:49:00 +00002011-04-19T12:21:12.403+08:00power polescountingI'm drunk with power, flying through corners, counting the power poles, each one a potential conclusion.Someone told me once that control is illusory. For example, cars don't drive, they float, with only the smallest portion of rubber touching the road at any given moment.But they were wrong: I have control over a decision - one that now seems quite arbitrary. I try to recall a time when it http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2010/11/counting-power-poles.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-5556114100649589524Tue, 05 Oct 2010 01:49:00 +00002011-04-19T12:33:06.887+08:001986LaurenContinued from: Oh What a Night: New Year's Eve 1986 Part 3It's a few days after that disastrous New Year's morning in 1986 I'm driving back from Durban's Addington beach with Carl - the newest "replacement" for my late father.Carl is slender, all whip-cord muscle, skin deeply tanned and character-lined; he's impressed me with his quiet manner and his easy, almost lazy, swimming stroke that http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-summer-part-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-8614714023766473440Tue, 28 Sep 2010 09:09:00 +00002011-04-19T12:33:39.596+08:00Martin Middleton1986DurbanHelen ZenicNew Year's EveSonja ZenicContinued from "The search for Jose - New Year 1986: Part 2"Helen is staggeringly drunk and she's screaming about Jose again, how she needs him more than she wants him and how she wants him for all time, and how he's bound to be somewhere in this Godforsaken mess of humanity that is jam-packed into Durban's downtown streets for as far as the eye can see, everyone shouting "Happy New Year" in http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-night-new-year-1986-part-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-7724399303703976352Sat, 25 Sep 2010 01:46:00 +00002011-04-19T12:25:52.890+08:00Martin MiddletonDurbanHelen ZenicNew Year's EveSonja ZenicContinued from "Prelude to a teargassing - New Year 1986: Part 1"We pull up at the service entrance of the restaurant where Helen and her friend are waiting under a dull lamp, and they bundle themselves wordlessly into the back seat, ignoring Sonja’s concerned questions and my hello.The interior light doesn’t work in Martin’s old Austin, so it’s not until the freeway’s passing overhead lights http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/09/search-for-jose-new-year-1986-part-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-9211154778216090181Fri, 24 Sep 2010 12:37:00 +00002011-04-19T12:26:13.765+08:00DurbanHelen ZenicNew Year's EveSonja ZenicA prequel to "Oh what a night - New Year 1986: Part 3"The song was already 10 years old, but Thin Lizzy’s “The Boys are Back in Town” was playing – synchronously piped through the aircraft’s stale, cottonwool atmosphere over the dying whine of the engines – as my brother and I unclicked our seatbelts and the overhead lockers started to snap open.We were back in Durban where we’d grown up, back tohttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/09/prelude-to-teargassing-new-year-1986.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-102261734155345922Mon, 16 Aug 2010 20:11:00 +00002011-04-19T12:36:31.628+08:00Twelve NightsechoesLeanne AckermanEdin KovacairportwhisperSandra BonnardThe taxi pulls up at the kerb and I struggle to get my wallet out of my jeans pocket. After I pay the driver I step out into the crisp morning air, sling my backpack onto one shoulder and walk towards the double doors of the hospital which is silhouetted by the sun breaking sharply over the top. On the way I pass a man wearing a t-shirt that reads: "You can cock up your life by being a dick."http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/06/echoes-of-whisper.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-671434666417189806Wed, 28 Jul 2010 05:26:00 +00002011-04-19T12:32:34.444+08:00karateConrad LavelleLana KovacEdin Kovacwu-weiSandra BonnardWe all make mistakes when dealing with conflict. I try to minimise mine, but I still make my fair share. Whenever I make a tactical error in court, I go home and conduct a post mortem. I make sure it never happens again. It’s one thing to make a mistake, it’s shameful to repeat it. My friends think I’m too hard on myself, but my philosophy is that you have to be. All else is weakness, and http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-mistake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6763995787646448677Wed, 23 Jun 2010 12:30:00 +00002011-04-19T12:31:16.930+08:00Twelve NightsIsabella JeznoewskaLeanne AckermanConrad LavelleLana KovacEdin KovacMartin JesnoewskiSandra Bonnard“Would you like to come back to my place and get dry? You can put your things near the heater.” Leanne is looking up at him through the dark rings around her eyes. Edin shifts a little so that his running shoes squelch and he laughs uncertainly.     “I was thinking of going to a tutorial in about five minutes, so maybe…”     “But you’re all wet.”     Edin laughs again. “Well I suppose I’d http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-7149398318203121562Fri, 21 May 2010 13:25:00 +00002011-04-19T12:30:20.747+08:00Twelve NightscrowMax GrässholocaustEdin Kovacwar crimesHe dreams of blackness: an endless blackness, darker than the crow and more inscrutable. There is a solitary light far in the distance, a dull yellow pinpoint swallowed into the void, and he stumbles towards it on his phantom legs. The light wavers and flickers but illuminates nothing. In the morning he sits in his chair near the window, smells the wet fragrance of autumn mixing with the mustyhttp://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/05/crow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648291449947109344.post-6257369781056038284Tue, 20 Apr 2010 10:36:00 +00002011-04-19T12:29:52.711+08:00Twelve NightsOlympus MonsMarsLana KovacEdin KovacTerraformingThe mind drags itself out of sleep into a frosty, hissing brightness. The eyes feel crusted, cemented, and he can only open them weakly against the glare. The world is rude, intrusive, persistent in its reality. He feels the ache of his joints, the involuntary quivering of his body, the dryness of his mouth, the nausea in his stomach. There is no going back. He tries to focus, the eyes as http://whatdanhastosay.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-in-desert.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Dan Djurdjevic)0