LUBE “RHI” CATION

by Blondeinred

With Blondeinred the naughty Aussie with her finger on…. The pulse of the adult novelty industry.

I’m the Blondeinred – KATG devotee (more about devoteeism in a later addition) and adult store worker here in Brisbane Australia. Each edition I will bring you a toy review and some cheeky ways that you can spice up your “self love” or raise the temperature of your partner play. My ethos behind toys is that every toy you invest your hard earned cash in should have at least three ways of using it, so as to get more bang for your buck, yank for your yen or pounding for your pound. So lets rock this out lets Lube-RHI-cated.

The We-vibe II- Not just for the ladies.

You would be forgiven for thinking that a toy, that’s rechargeable – wearable and shaped for female comfort would be just a toy for the ladies. Well here’s the surprise, the WE-Vibe II is a multi-speed vibe that boys love!

Too often the brothers are left out of the game when it comes to toys, but the we-vibe is truly the first vibe that is completely unisex in nature. So when she is out, pop into her naughty drawer, grab a awesome quality Digital Playground DVD and place the wevibe around the base of your penis. Lube is optional but it will make they whole experience more slippy, exciting and much less grippy.

Whilst giving yourself manual stimulation cup the we-vibe around your hand and slide away. Using the we-vibe as such leads to intense orgasms and is a fantastic way to get used to vibrations when you go for gold during partner play. Ladies using the we-vibe on your boy is just as easy. Avoid those “Girls don’t give hand-jobs arguments”, cup the we-vibe in your palm and start stroking that gearstick of LOOOOVEEE. After your session of sexy self-lovin, please ensure that you clean her we-vibe with a quality all-natural toy-cleaner and pop that little dynamo on recharge for later use.

Quick Tip:

Don’t prod her with plastic – pleasure her with a passionate press of your bunny ears.

A quick and favorite tip as to the best way to use a vibe on your partner – Don’t poke at her with that plastic like your tapping out morse code. Hold your vibe in your hand and extend your fingers out like bunny ears and then make gentle circles on her place-of-passion and bring her up to a slow intense orgasm. The skin against skin contact feels amazing and much more natural that Rubber Lovin.

This has been Blondeinred getting LUBE-RHI-CATED for the RhiPost, please forward your toy questions to blondeinred@hotmail.com

Inspiration

by Rhian, Editor

Everyone has someone that has impacted them in some way. I used to run in fairly high-profile circles, and people of celebrity or such status never phased me. We are all just people. As long as you aren’t a jackass for the sake of being a jackass or hiding the true you to harm others, we’ll probably get along. At least I will go in with the intent to like you. Cross me though, no matter who you are, we are done.
There is one inspiration for me that has inspired me my adult life. We have a connect, and I cannot believe I have not met her yet. Today, I had to take a chance – something I can’t pass up – Oprah is having Stevie Nicks on the show. I submitted an essay and 3 pictures of myself to the show. It is not something that I would usually do, however I would like to share a bit of someone very special to me with you, and in my hopes to thank her in person for what she has done for me.
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Stevie Nicks has impacted my life in so very many ways. I was a professional dancer and teacher (ballet, tap, jazz, lyrical, hip hop etc) Sometimes I was compared to Cyd Charrise. I lived for singing, dancing and made it my life and career. Stevie was a huge part of my inspiration, on the stage and off. Her words and music, stories and truths are incredible to hear. She has shared her gift of life with us all.
As anyone, Stevie has had her many struggles. She taught me that it is okay not to be strong for all of the people all of the time – but that it is not a weakness, it is human. Besides having ethereal beauty, and a voice of no other it is her presence. I was lucky enough to see her in concert twice.
I have since had to quit working as a dancer, and stop working altogether. Four years ago in April, my life that I knew it stopped. I was diagnosed with the potentially fatal auto-immune disease Lupus (SLE). I became progressively worse quite fast. From owning the stage, I can barely walk now more than a few steps on my own, and the pain is incredible. I am from Canada but I spend the winters in San Diego due to the harsh Ottawa winters. Simple things are such a challenge. In the scary moments, I went to Stevie. Rhiannon, Gold Dust Woman, Rock a Little…her lyrics help me keep fighting in a fight that is is too easy to give in. I have lost all income, means, not on any social assistance – but I have Stevie’s music, DVDs, books, history – as much as I can allow with what I can manage.
I would love the chance to meet Stevie, to thank her in person for the gifts she has and continues to give me. And maybe we can compare ballet stories…Thank you for this possible opportunity.
http://rhian-smokeandmirrors.blogspot.com

The Method

by Dean from Australia

Every now and then, there are certain books, films and/or music, which I have always enjoyed, that I return to whenever I am feeling in an emotional trough. I often hit these troughs…perhaps more so lately because, as I approach my middle 30’s I find myself feeling less sure of myself than ever. I can’t explain what it is…well…perhaps I can. There have been a number of critical incidences in my life that I can relate that have surely shaped me into the person I am now. It is the books, the movies and the music that I have grown up with that serve me well as a therapy. They lift me up or, alternatively, they allow me to wallow for a time in my sadness or otherwise. Even sadness can be therapeutic…to a point.

The ‘Rocky’ series of movies are just one example.

I first saw Rocky back when in first premiered on television in the early 1980’s. Testament to the impact the movie had on me, I still have the VHS recording I made of it, complete with the 1980’s era ads which are an absolute tripper to watch even now, some 25 odd years later.

Last Friday night, after the family had packed themselves off to bed and I found myself with free reign over the lounge room, I rifled through my DVD collection looking for something that I could indulge my ‘lost in the wilderness’ mood. I happened upon ‘Rocky 2’ – the one where Rocky wins.

For, like an hour and a half I was transported yet again – back to a simpler time where the world wasn’t so complicated. There was Sylvester Stallone’s Rocky, arguably his most successful creation, fresh from his monumental bout with Apollo Creed – basking in the glow of heroic recognition, of having gone the distance with one of the greatest heavy weight boxers in the world.

Rocky 2 sees Rocky Balboa on a journey of seeking his identity. Following the climatic bout from the first movie he is thrust into a world of celebrity. He marries his sweet heart, Adrian. He is about to become a father. He wrestles with trying to make a life for himself beyond the boxing ring but finds the world an even harsher, unforgiving place. All of these events serve as sign posts for Rocky to discover who he is as a human being. Though he encounters conflict from everyone – especially those whom he loves the most – Rocky comes to the realization that his identity is that of a fighter and to try and deny this is to deny a core individual truth.

And no matter how distasteful that may be to some, the importance of himself, knowing who he is becomes paramount in this hero’s journey. Without having that jewel of knowing who he is, he cannot be the successful husband, the lover, the father.

This quest for identity is one factor that lifts Rocky up and helps him to prevail in the emotionally charged re-match at the end of Rocky 2.

Through my tears of getting wrapped up in the hero’s journey of Rocky 2 (I mean c’mon! Men are allowed to cry at movies!!) I began to recognize the significance of the choice I made last Friday night in selecting Rocky 2 over all the other films in my collection.

The themes portrayed in that film mirror the emotional point I find myself at right now. I find that worthy of discussion…so I will discuss it!

In 2006, DK books put out a fantastic companion piece to the Rocky series on the back of the release of the (?) final movie ‘Rocky Balboa’.

By the time the final credits had concluded with that ubiquitous dedication to the memory of Jane Oliver, I had plucked the book out and was examining it in my newly charged reflective state of mind. It was then that I made the exciting assertion that the Rocky films 1 through 6 encapsulate what I regard as my 5 stages of man.

These are maturing from youth, the quest for identity, identity challenged, relationships and the dignity of relevance.

I should stress here that these 5 stages of man are not to be confused with the 5 stages of man from Greek Mythology. And I should also add here that in discussing these stages, I have the works of Joseph Campbell, particularly ‘The Hero’s Journey’, in the back of my mind.

‘Rocky’ (or Rocky 1 – as the purist will call it) can be regarded as a metaphor for the hero maturing from his youth. In the beginning we see Rocky Balboa as a young man from Philadelphia, a two bit club fighter with limited resources, limited education but a limitless (if unrefined) skill in the art of boxing. He emerges from a disadvantaged youth with potential but no means to focus that potential. It becomes the role of the wise sage – in this case, the grizzled boxing coach Mickey Goldmill – to refine Rocky’s potential and then to focus it towards a transcendental event – once in a life time shot at the title of the Heavyweight Boxing Championship of the World.

During this stage of his journey Rocky deals with the truth that he has to leave behind the reckless attitudes of adolescence and mature into a more considered human being. That, in order to achieve you have to work, to sacrifice, and to grow. Getting by on a front of smart arsed charm will get you nowhere because despite what you think you know, you actually know nothing.

For some, this maturing from youth takes a long time to realize. Rocky Balboa, himself, is a young man in his late 20’s when we first meet him. I came to the realization of my limitations a few years earlier in my 20’s. At that point I began a process of sitting up, taking notice and pulling my shit together.

Rocky goes the distance with one of the most unforgiving boxers in the world against all the odds. And despite losing the bout on points Rocky attains a new level of respect from the crowd his opponent and his manager because he has, in his struggle, matured beyond the callowness of youth and become a man. This milestone of maturing from youth hits a critical point in the early years of manhood but the stage itself persists throughout life.

I have already explored the quest for identity as it relates to ‘Rocky 2’ so the natural progression of this is the identity challenged as is portrayed in ‘Rocky 3’.

With the “Hero’s Journey” in mind we explore the notion of identity being challenged in ‘Rocky 3’. Challenged by success, by celebrity and adulation, by loss and grief and finally by rediscovery and redemption.

Celebrity and adulation, the spoils of success can be seen as a blessing and a curse. Rocky’s success brings with it the nobility of being able to provide for his family, to invest in a future and to indulge in the finer things. But in doing so he becomes complacent. Rocky, perhaps unconsciously, leaves important career decisions to others – to his manager Mickey Goldmill, to his accountants, to his wife even. For his own reasons Mickey, in particular, takes it upon himself to protect Rocky by vetting his opponents. By only putting Rocky up against men whom he’s sure Rocky can defeat easily. Because he knows there is, out there, a challenger who can defeat Rocky, a challenger who possesses a clearer sense of self than Rocky does at this moment.

Rocky himself embraces the celebrity he has achieved. He uses it philanthropically and thus admirably in making life for local youth better than his own youth. But Rocky also indulges – training for his bouts in swanky hotels, in front of cameras and fans that lap up his avarice.

All the while we watch a new challenger, Clubber Lang as he studies Rocky, watching how complacent Rocky has become.

Rocky’s identity is challenged by complacency. He has lost focus of who he is – a fighter, a man whose greatest skill is embracing challenge.

When the wise sage, Mickey, falls critically ill prior to Rocky’s first confrontation with Lang, Rocky realizes that he is faced with awful truth that he has neglected his identity. That because he has allowed others to carry his ‘self’ he has put at risk that quality which he struggled so much to covet.

With the death of Mickey and his crushing defeat at the hands of Lang, Rocky has lost himself. He grapples with the realization that all which he has achieved is nothing without a surety of self. He feels alone and unsure of how to proceed.

A chance for redemption comes in the form of his former opponent Apollo Creed. Creed recognizes during that disastrous last bout that Rocky’s identity has been challenged to brink of total loss.

Apollo begins the process of Rocky’s rediscovery of self by helping Rocky to see that they now share a common experience – that of their identity being challenged by complacency.

In order to redeem himself Rocky must deconstruct himself, to relearn that which made him a champion to begin with. He must go to the dirt, the filth and the sweat of the old school gym. By stripping away the complacent layers of himself Rocky can confront the truth of why he lost himself.

And it is during that quest that Rocky realizes that he can longer rely on the wisdom of older, father figures like Mickey to guide him as a man. It is his contemporaries, his friends Paulie, Apollo, his loved ones – most significantly – his wife Adrian who provide counsel. But where he had been guided before, Rocky can only consider their advice now and make decisions himself. He realizes that he alone must confront the greatest challenge to his identity – fear – in order to redeem it.

Rocky Balboa endures these challenges as part of a process of continued personal growth. He ultimately prevails because he recognizes that his identity – his sense of self – is more important than materialism and celebrity. His victory over Clubber Lang at the conclusion of ‘Rocky 3’ represents not so much a victory of endeavor but a victory of identity.

This is the salient truth which I have applied within my own experience.

I’ll skip over Rocky 4 because, in my mind, it has little to offer this discussion.

Rocky 5 though regarded as the weakest film in the series, nevertheless offers useful material with which to explore my fourth stage of man.

The relationships that we form throughout our lives are pivotal in helping us to define who we are. Though it can be said that the importance of relationships is a theme that carries through the entire Rocky series, Rocky 5 valiantly, if somewhat unsuccessfully, attempts to focus upon the familial relationships that sustain Rocky Balboa.

Rocky’s son, Robert has grown up in the security of wealth. He has never wanted for anything. He has been given the kind of parental love and attention that was so sorely missing from Rocky’s own childhood.

When an unfortunate turn of events see the collapse of Rocky’s wealth and security, he is forced to move his family back to where it all began – the mean streets of Philadelphia’s south side.

For his son Robert, this represents a seismic shift from that which he is accustomed. The relationship with his father becomes paramount in this unfamiliar environment as he tries to adjust to a harsh school, limited friends and an uncertain future.

For Rocky, the loss of prestige and wealth are devastating but, as always, his embrace of the struggle, the fighting instinct allows him to find a path forward. He returns to the gym that was left to him by his manager Mickey, one of the material assets that he hasn’t lost. Rocky searches for meaning once again in the sweat and the leather and finds it in the form of a promising young boxer Tommy Gunn.

Rocky takes it upon himself to train and manage Gunn and they quickly forge a bond reminiscent of that which was held between Rocky and Mickey. They travel the country, spending long periods away from the family. Success comes to this new duo and Rocky indulges in the limelight of it. It is a chance at redemption though this redemption is more material than soulful.

Rocky’s son, who is struggling at school with fitting in and dealing with bullies, is desperately trying to reach his father. Robert is at that tender age where his father is his hero but with Rocky completely absorbed with the protégé Gunn, Robert begins to feel neglected. He begins acting out in a vain effort to reach Rocky, but Rocky fails to understand the significance.

Gunn on the other hand is growing restless. Despite achieving an unprecedented level of success under Rocky’s tutelage, he is growing ambitious, impatient, and arrogant. Gunn wants more than he feels Rocky is able to give him. He begins to talk to a rival management that offers riches and prestige beyond that which Rocky is able to provide. Again Rocky is blind to these goings on.

Inevitably events take their turn. Gunn walks away from Rocky and Robert confronts his father. Rocky finds himself at a cross road. In trying to capture a past glory he has jeopardized one of the most important relationships in his life. It was always Rocky’s wish to have the kind of relationship with his son that he himself had missed out on. He realizes that, in focusing all his attentions on Gunn he has neglected Robert at perhaps one of the most impressionable times in his life. It is with heartfelt humility that Rocky bows before his son and acknowledges his failure and seeks forgiveness.

Of all the relationships that we have throughout our lives it is the relationships with family that endure. They may not take the form that is represented, admittedly through celluloid rose colored glasses, in Rocky 5 but they are the relationships that shape us, define us and indeed sustain us throughout our lives.

We live in a time where the issue of age is consistently talked about and debated. We are told that we should value our older citizens and allow them to continue to contribute to our society if they can do so. Yet the statistics do not bear this out. Age-ism has become a part of the modern vernacular. Older people are consistently passed over for jobs in the pursuit of younger people – even if those jobs end up never getting filled. The opinions of older people are often discounted as the rantings of ‘old farts’. Society tends to treat its older citizens with a certain degree of condescension.

In that vein it is useful to explore the notion of the dignity of relevance as my fifth stage of man using ‘Rocky Balboa’ – the final film in the series to provide context.

In it, we see Rocky several years on from his boxing career. He is older, wiser and more serene. Adrian, his beloved wife, has recently passed away and for the first time in almost three decades Rocky finds himself alone. Though his son is still around, the interceding years has seen a sort of distance develop between them. Robert has had difficulty defining himself in the shadow of his legendary father and that has been a wedge that has not totally come between them – but it has caused tension. Rocky owns a local restaurant ‘Adrian’s’ – monument not only to Rocky’s illustrious career but to his wife, his greatest support and confidant.

Rocky is dignified in his station in life. He is productive, he is a provider, he is successful. But there is something missing. Rocky knows deep down that his journey is not yet complete.

A chance event put on by a sports television network – a computer simulated fight between the current Heavyweight Champion, Mason ‘The Line’ Dixon and Rocky himself – determines that, statistically, Rocky would defeat the Champion. This touches off something in Rocky but he initially pushes it away. He is approaching 60 years of age. Though he is not entirely unfit, Rocky acknowledges that the likelihood of him ever stepping into the ring again is remote.

The simulation however generates interest, burgeoning at first but it quickly develops into fever pitch as the nation begins to become fascinated by the possibility of translating the simulated fight into the real world.

Rocky is approached by representatives of Dixon to participate in what will essentially be an exhibition bout. The offer becomes too irresistible to refuse. Rocky’s decision to accept the challenge is met with derision and ridicule by almost everyone – including his son.

“You’re too old”, “You’re way past it”, “You’re a senile fool” are the refrains the Rocky encounters.

Rather than submit to the consensus opinion, Rocky begins to ask the question – why should age alone be an impediment to endeavor? If a man feels he still has something to give, should he not be free to contribute? “You think you ought to stop trying things ’cause you had too many birthdays? I don’t.”

In his journey towards the ring for his final bout Rocky asks us to consider the dignity of relevance – the idea that human potential should be an inalienable right of us all, no matter what age we are. It is this notion that encourages his son, Robert, to rediscover his father as the heroic figure he always was and allows him to shake off his own selfish shackles to embrace the pride he has for his father and for himself.

When Rocky steps into the ring for the emotionally charged final bout he becomes the personification of the dignity of relevance writ large. He carries an initially skeptical crowd along with him through 15 rounds of a bout that becomes a serious battle to prove to them, to the Champion, Mason Dixon, and to himself that he still has “something in the basement”.

At the end, though he loses the bout on points, Rocky wins the battle of hearts and minds because of the fighting spirit that has defined him throughout his life. Rather than having been defeated Rocky imparts an important lesson – that is we can all contribute, prevail and achieve no matter what age we are. This lesson is not lost on the young Champion Mason Dixon who realizes what it is to be a real champion. He honors Rocky with the respect that the dignity of relevance yields and he has grown himself because of it.

I have long had an affection for the Rocky series of films because of their ability to inspire. But it has only been recently that I have come to the realization that, as a sociological document, Rocky Balboa’s journey is a powerful exploration of man’s journey through life that can be used as a template to understand what it is to be a man – indeed what it is to be human.

My five stages of man – maturing from youth, the quest for identity, identity challenged relationships and the dignity of relevance – provide for me a contextual basis from which I can understand myself and how I fit. Though I find myself in the third stage of this journey, I feel a sense if peace in knowing that I can face my own continuing journey with a direction inspired by continuing self reflection…

Dean from Australia is a pediatric ICU Nurse and author of the best selling novel “The Hambldedown Dream”. Dean from Australia keeps his own interweb apartment over at http://www.deanfromaustralia.com

The Rhi-Post – Edition 1

Welcome to the first edition of  The Rhi-Post! This will be a collection of editorials from my friends, who I have come to know very well and are from a wide and varied background. I hope that you will enjoy a peek into their lives as I do and I am excited to share their thoughts, editorials and expertise.
If you have questions for our contribitors please send to therhipost@gmail.com and follow me @Rhian73.

Please be free to follow on twitter and/or facebook, or other social media if our authors shared their links. Thank you for being a part of The Rhi-Post!

-Rhian


In this Issue:

Tales from My Shame-Ber : Why I like the Twilight Saga
by Lushrain

This will be a  recurring column highlighting the items in my Shame-ber. If you are not familiar with a Shame-ber* it is a room with no windows in which you can enjoy your deepest darkest guiltiest pleasures.   Each time I will let you learn about the things I love that I shouldn’t love but are oh-so-awesome.

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About bitheadturnedtrader
by bitheadturnedtrader

I’m an Information Technology (I.T.) Director for the Canadian division of an international business process outsourcing company. Essentially I’m responsible for everything technical in Canada – networks, desktops, servers, software, and programming – to support the day-to-day operations and future growth of the business. I’m the interface between business and technology.
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Lament for the Loss of my Big, Fat Camera
by Shaughnessy

Like a favourite traveling buddy, my 38 – 105 mm Samsung zoom camera accompanied me on treks across North America, China, Hong Kong, Spain and Ireland. It, or its earlier versions, were always at hand for generations of family events, occasions and just for nothing moments. It documented my nature walks, adventures and trips to find beauty in unexpected places.

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Heartagrams
by  Andrea Costanzo aka @TheJunkenstiein

In troubled times, when black waves of depression are hidden behing every corner, daily, one needs to keep his emotions alive. And my personal and addictive emotion inducing drug is music. Its the direct language of the heart and soul, translating the bursts of adrenaline, tears, passion and laughter that made the grey routine less desperate into a sound that can move with you and wrap you in its comforting blanket of vibes.

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Handmade Revolution
by Kataish

Hi. My name is Kata, I’m 28 and I’m a craft addict. Ever since I was a small child, I’ve been obsessed with making things and “crafting”. It all started with drawing and taking art classes, and through the years turned into sculpting, pottery, beading, doll-making, crocheting, and then knitting. Currently my main hobby/obsession is knitting.

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Photography by Uncast


Rebel Without A Pause
by BrotherDarkness AKA Butch Rosser

s1c3: You Can Lead A Club To Culture, AND You Can Make Them Think (A Costanza’s Goodbye)
Dear Planet Earth,
If you’re reading this, I hope somebody has had the decency to cut me down from the ceiling fan this note was placed under.  It should be noted per previous discourse that everyone get their crying out at the wake and that Christine has her choice of who to sleep with at the afterparty.

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Tales from My Shame-Ber: Why I like the Twilight Saga

by Lushrain

This will be a  recurring column highlighting the items in my Shame-ber. If you are not familiar with a Shame-ber* it is a room with no windows in which you can enjoy your deepest darkest guiltiest pleasures.   Each time I will let you learn about the things I love that I shouldn’t love but are oh-so-awesome.

So for my first Item I bring to you the Twilight Saga:

I first heard about Twilight from my sister-in-law. She being a teen at that time had read the books and had just gotten the latest and final book in the series, Breaking Dawn. I looked at its shiny black cover with a red ribbon across the front of it and I was intrigued. I am a girl that is attracted to shiny things. I made a mental note to read the books at some point.

Cut to a year or two later and now the Twilight phenomena is in full force. The first movie is out and on DVD already and the second is slated to come out shortly. I finally decided to read what all of this was about. I caved and bought Twilight the first in the series. I was prepared for it to be bad. I wanted it to be bad.

Then I realized that as my soul died a bit when I picked up that first book and I when through the stages of grief:

Denial: I was only going to appreciate Twilight series ironically and never seriously. I hated the first book. It was a teen romance sprinkled with vampires for conflict. It had everything a teen girl would love: a boy that loves you so much he doesn’t sleep, eat, or do anything without you. Oh and he sparkles.
I watched the first movie and it was worse than the book. The main actors play sad and conflicted as constipated/almost crying.

Anger:   I hated that I wanted to watch all of the movies and really wanted to read the books.  Why was these stupid vampires bringing me in and making me want to secretly host a Twilight party?

Bargaining: I was just reading the books and watching the movies to see how it played out. I would never be one of those people who really liked it. I would never be apart of a team.
I will only watch the movies if they happened to be on my TV. I would only read the books once and nothing more. I wouldn’t look up anything Twilight related on the interwebs.

Depression: Why do I want to see Eclipse the weekend it opens. Dear god what is wrong with me? Why am I dragging my husband (who has to be fair read all of the books) to see this movie. I am just going to sit here and wallow in the Twilight airing on Showtime.

Acceptance: Fuck it. I like it and i am going to squee like a girl when it is on. I think I can free up room in my Shame-ber to add the series. I never wanted to be an ironic hipster anyways.

So there I am. I haven’t finished Breaking Dawn (but plan to shortly) I am counting down the days till it comes out in the theaters. I own two soundtracks and desperately want the one for Eclipse. I want the movies on DVD so I don’t have to wait for them to be on Showtime. I have a Twilight problem and I don’t need anyone to cure me. I like my vampires and I am okay if sometimes they sparkle.

*The word Shame-ber was coined by Luke Burbank of the Too Beautiful to Live Podcast

bitheadturnedtrader

by Bitheadturnedtrader

I’m an Information Technology (I.T.) Director for the Canadian division of an international business process outsourcing company. Essentially I’m responsible for everything technical in Canada – networks, desktops, servers, software, and programming – to support the day-to-day operations and future growth of the business. I’m the interface between business and technology.

Over the past 17 years, my main interest outside of family & I.T. has been Personal Finance. It began very modestly with the purchase of our first home, paying bills, reading books like The Millionaire Next Door, reading the business section of the newspaper, establishing a relationship with a Financial Planner, and investing in mutual funds. Through subscriptions to financial periodicals, and doing my own research and analysis, I began investing in individual Canadian and U.S. stocks. And, after some initial assistance from a Tax Accountant, I began doing our personal and business tax returns each year.

In January 2010, I came to the realization that working for an employer in the I.T. field was getting in the way of my true passion – trading the market. My passion for, and interest in Trading and the market eclipses anything that I’ve ever felt about I.T. So, after discussing my aspirations with my wife, I began one of the most comprehensive, complicated, and exciting research assignments that I’ve ever had the pleasure of undertaking … answering the question, “What would it take to become a successful Professional Trader?”

Fast-forward 11 months to November 2010 – I had spent countless hours (and some sleepless nights) learning all that I could about Trading and the markets. I was extremely fortunate to find a career Trader who offered to be my mentor – to help guide me towards realizing my dream. Soon thereafter, I enrolled in a year-long professional Trading course that will give me the skills and confidence I need to make the jump from I.T. bithead (geek) to professional Trader. I now interact daily (and sometimes hourly) with my mentor and with my course instructor. I’m committed to making this happen.

You can follow me on my journey via my blog and Twitter, and can contact me directly via e-mail.

Blog: http://bitheadturneddaytrader.wordpress.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mr_bithead

E-Mail: bitheadturnedtrader@gmail.com

When Rhian approached me about contributing to The Rhi-Post, I immediately thought about all of the people that I’ve met over the years that have absolutely no idea about money or investing. Most admit to having invested without understanding where their hard-earned money was going. Some can’t balance a cheque book, and others pay way too much in bank and ATM fees.

Now, before we proceed, I’d like to state for the record that I’m not certified to give financial investment advice. I won’t be publishing stock picks, or specific investment recommendations. My intention here is to help answer your questions about money, and to point you in the right direction.

Please send your questions – in as much detail as possible – to therhipost@gmail.com, and I’ll try my best to answer them in a future edition of The Rhi-Post.

To get the ball rolling, and to give you a flavor for the kinds of questions I foresee answering, I thought I’d pose and answer the first question…

Q: I want to invest in stock of XYZ company, but I have no idea how to do that. Where do I start?

A: In order to buy and sell stocks, you need to open a “Brokerage” or “Trading” Account. The bank that you deal with likely has a brokerage division, or they partner with a 3rd-party brokerage firm that offers Brokerage or Trading Accounts.

Just like a standard Chequing or Savings Account, there are choices to be made about individual or joint ownership of your Brokerage Account. And typically there are Standard (unregistered) and Retirement (registered RRSP or IRA) versions of a Brokerage Account. Standard vs. Retirement will affect how deposits and withdrawals into/out of the account are treated on your tax return, whether or not profits are taxable, and often Retirement accounts have some limitations on the types of investments you can purchase (but that’s unlikely to apply to a beginner).

A standard Chequing Account can contain only 1 thing: Cash. But a Brokerage Account can contain many different things at the same time: Cash, Stocks, ETF’s, Bonds, Mutual Funds, Options, CD’s, REITS, etc. If you don’t know what all of those things are, that’s OK – you don’t need to. For simplicity, you can think of a Brokerage Account like the “junk drawer” in your house; you could have a few dollar bills in there, some coins, but you could also have scissors, elastic bands, and stamps floating around.

When you open a Brokerage or Trading Account, you’ll probably start by transferring cash from your chequing or savings account into it. This is usually accomplished with a cheque or by electronic fund transfer. Once you have cash in your Brokerage Account, you can buy stock of XYZ company.

At the end of the month, your Brokerage Account Statement will list “how much of each thing” you have inside your junk drawer… I mean, account… and provide you with a total.

There are Discount and Full Service brokerage firms, which affect how much you pay to buy & sell stocks, bonds, etc… but that’s another topic for discussion in a future edition of The Rhi-Post…

Heartagrams

by Andrea Costanzo aka @TheJunkenstiein

In troubled times, when black waves of depression are hidden behing every corner, daily, one needs to keep his emotions alive. And my personal and addictive emotion inducing drug is music. Its the direct language of the heart and soul, translating the bursts of adrenaline, tears, passion and laughter that made the grey routine less desperate into a sound that can move with you and wrap you in its comforting blanket of vibes.

I’ve been clinging to strongly emotional music lately, trying to keep my heart beating, even if it hurts, so it wouldn’t dry up and stop feeling.

The delicate piano driven pop of Bridget and The Squares is a sweet starter. It feels like the city lullabies of Fiona Apple but coated with a bittersweet dose of gentle despair. The female vocals sing about loved ones hurting, broken hearts and the beauty of having people who surround you when you’re breaking into tiny pieces, to hold you together like glue. Its stuff that hits close to home for me, and it sounds even more powerful through the melodies of the band. Gentle but intense like a warm burning flame.

To keep the soul edgy, singer/songwriters always work, so theres place for the Shreve brothers Randall and Benjamin. Different style but they both represent well what i love about the magic power of one man expressing his bare soul through notes. Randall goes theatrical and operatic in his “The Entertainer”. He reminds me of the “torch singers” like Nina Simone in the past or Rufus Wainwright and Anthony and The Johnsons today. He bares his soul and creates little pieces of emotion that create choreographies in your head making you dance inside your heart, even if you can’t. And Benjamin, while approaching emotion differently, hits in a similar way, with guitar riffs and rock attitude. His songs are thick and sweaty but they have a pulsating core of love in them. They make you feel like a rockstar but with storms inside.

And to close the day, wind down and get ready for the sexiness of the night, theres the velvety trip hop of Suz. A sexy diva from Italy that drops her warm melodies of the dark on sounds that recall the hottest moments of Tricky, Portishead and early Massive Attack. The bass massages your ear like a warm pair of gentle but expert hands. And her singing is wet kisses for your inner lover. Musical foreplay. We’re all lovers, baby.

Lament for the Loss of my Big, Fat Camera

by Shaughnessy

Like a favourite traveling buddy, my 38 – 105 mm Samsung zoom camera accompanied me on treks across North America, China, Hong Kong, Spain and Ireland. It, or its earlier versions, were always at hand for generations of family events, occasions and just for nothing moments. It documented my nature walks, adventures and trips to find beauty in unexpected places.

The pleasure was enhanced by removing the film and taking the little white canisters to my favourite photo shop and then counting the days until they were developed. Best yet was picking up the envelopes of memories and waiting the additional tantalizing minutes until I was home to open and enjoy the captured images. To hold the photos in my hands and, eventually, to add them to the photo albums and adding full captions to further tell the story of the world around me and the people in it.

Ah, but then I dropped this loyal, second-pair-of-eyes friend and it broke. Sad I was but thought I would just take it to the camera doctor and it would be fixed with no problem. Alas, it could not be fixed, “We don’t see many of these old ones anymore,” said the unhelpful man. “Old?” I thought, “Heck, it’s not old. I only bought it, what…thirteen years ago? It’s practically new!”

Resigned, I went to the camera shop to purchase a new one just like it. I was shocked and disbelieving to be told, “Oh, we don’t sell film cameras anymore. I don’t think they have been made for years.”

“What??? Tell me it ain’t so!”

“We have some good buys on digitals now…”

Digitals? I can’t see through the viewfinder and when I click a shot the whole camera goes down and shakes. Gosh no, I can’t use a digital camera! I can’t frame a shot, adjust the zoom or hold onto this little, light thing that can never become my friend! I am mortified. Then another terrible thought as I look around the shop. “Uh, does this mean that you no longer sell albums?” “We have a few,” he says, “but the big thing now is…” My eyes glaze over and a loud sound like breaking waves permeates my ears.

Hesitantly, I ask, “Do you still sell film?” “Yes,” he responds, “but only with processing included – $16.37 a roll.”

I realize I am the last person in the world to not adapt to digital or phone cameras. There is probably a word to describe me. Dinosaur comes to mind.

But I have lost a trusted companion and, with it, a favourite pastime and hobby.

Since everyone else in the world has moved happily to digital, I wonder if one of these discarded relics in excellent working condition is sitting forgotten in someone’s sock drawer. I still hold out hope that I will find one to purchase and two relics will unite in photographic bliss!

Handmade Revolution

by Kataish

Hi. My name is Kata, I’m 28 and I’m a craft addict. Ever since I was a small child, I’ve been obsessed with making things and “crafting”. It all started with drawing and taking art classes, and through the years turned into sculpting, pottery, beading, doll-making, crocheting, and then knitting. Currently my main hobby/obsession is knitting.

When I was about 7, my Oma tried to teach me how to knit and crochet. That young, I didn’t quite have the dexterity and mental capacity to understand how the needles (or hooks) and yarn worked together, but when I was re-introduced one slow and boring night shift at my call-centre job, a co-worker convinced me to try again. It clicked, I “got” it, and that was it. There was all of my free time and money. Now, six years later, even my husband has developed an interest in knitting and crafting, he knits the most beautiful and amazing socks that I’ve ever seen. We often go out and knit in public (at Starbucks or other coffee shops), and people are constantly coming up to us and commenting about how they remember their mother/grandmother/aunt/etc. constantly knitting and making everything they could. Where has that part of society gone?

Families used to pass down heirloom crafted items, and the art and knowledge of crafts. Now everyone seems to want to take the easy way out, buying everything and never putting any effort or thought into gifts. In my household, the majority of gifts are handmade – knit, drawn, or baked. I don’t have a large family that I exchange gifts with on a regular basis, but my immediate family have all told my husband and I that they love to receive gifts from us because they are handmade. My step-father loves socks, my mother loves gloves and decorations, my brother and sister-in-law both love hand-knit socks, even my niece and nephew do too! It brings me a lot of pleasure to create something special – knitting love into every stitch – that can be enjoyed by the recipient for years to come.

People often ask me how much particular items cost to make. How much is a skein of yarn that I can knit a pair of socks from? Approximately $10-$30 depending on the type of yarns you like. Yes, it costs WAY more than a pair of socks you can buy in a big box store, and yes, it takes hours and hours of knitting to create a beautiful pair of socks, but they will last longer, they’re more interesting, and I manage to entertain myself for hours in the process of knitting the pair of socks.

I can’t imagine my life without hobbies, and so many people “these days” just want to take the easy road out. What does everyone do with their free time if they don’t have hobbies? That’s what I don’t understand. If you’re reading this and don’t currently have a crafting hobby, why not try something you’ve been interested in? I promise you that crafting is worth the effort, it brings us back to our roots of taking care of our own, and you’ll feel more productive in your free time!

Mushroom Pillows from Stone Brewery.

by Uncast