They say that ‘you are what you eat.’ Perhaps the 21st Century interpretation of that age-old folklore should refer to our consumption of persuasive media texts, rather than that of the literal understanding regarding foodstuffs. The relevance ties back to a recent observation of mine, of which I have no better way to explain than with blunt forthrightness; we have become a product of the media that engulfs us. It is not by chance, but by choice of influential media corporations that we, as a people, are clothed as we are with the conviction of a naïve and somewhat brainwashed, media-run nation.
28.4.09
if you insist, i'll have a white wine spritzer. you see love, you just aint a pretty picture.
hiaiai sunflowers, boys and girls,
cody chesnutt is most definitely the soundtrack of this post,
'look good in leather', of course, is the song i'm referring to !
..and ONLY for the leather reference, i promomomomise.
haha.
i hope i don't come off as being so ridiculously arrogant that i would think i look good in leath..bc i don't at aaall, i'm nowhere NEAR as biker as i should be to wear the lovely black plastic goodness..but oh man it's so goood.
i got a $10 jacket from vinnies and cut the sleeves off, so it's a little bit fun.
but i'm still unsure whether i'd have the appropz place/accopmanying outfit to wear it anywhere.. hm.
but its super fun for dressups, so whatevUH. :D
AND, just quietly, hadn't realised i'd taken so many photos of the one outfit,
i'm now a little embarrassed haha but they each show a tiny litte extra portion of the vest and i think you need to get as much of it as possible engraved into your mind bc its so lovely-ly sick.
soo Ls and G, without futher ado;
edit:
the headpiece for my wearable art piece is sloowly progressing..
i attached some crazie cool teeth moulds i found from my primary school mouthguard days for hockey, working with the human body-esque theme.
my teacher was a little disgusted haha, but i think theyre v v v fun.
and one even has a wobbly tooth..lovely.
mm i can smell my dinner from here.
signing off, over. chhhh.
cody chesnutt is most definitely the soundtrack of this post,
'look good in leather', of course, is the song i'm referring to !
..and ONLY for the leather reference, i promomomomise.
haha.
i hope i don't come off as being so ridiculously arrogant that i would think i look good in leath..bc i don't at aaall, i'm nowhere NEAR as biker as i should be to wear the lovely black plastic goodness..but oh man it's so goood.
i got a $10 jacket from vinnies and cut the sleeves off, so it's a little bit fun.
but i'm still unsure whether i'd have the appropz place/accopmanying outfit to wear it anywhere.. hm.
but its super fun for dressups, so whatevUH. :D
AND, just quietly, hadn't realised i'd taken so many photos of the one outfit,
i'm now a little embarrassed haha but they each show a tiny litte extra portion of the vest and i think you need to get as much of it as possible engraved into your mind bc its so lovely-ly sick.
soo Ls and G, without futher ado;
edit:
the headpiece for my wearable art piece is sloowly progressing..
i attached some crazie cool teeth moulds i found from my primary school mouthguard days for hockey, working with the human body-esque theme.
my teacher was a little disgusted haha, but i think theyre v v v fun.
and one even has a wobbly tooth..lovely.
mm i can smell my dinner from here.
signing off, over. chhhh.
24.4.09
teşekkür ederim
ahh merhaba !
..haha, weell seeing as its anzac day eve i thought a turkish hello would be a littlelot fitting, no ?
also to get in the real spirit of all things 25/4/1915 i thought it would be a nice reminder for myself to look back through my journal from when i was on the ANZAC trip overseas last yr, and wow so many little forgotten moments came flooding, if not tsunami-ing back to me. immense.
hey ex-anzac trip, try & get even MORE aurally treating why dont chew:
1. on what i think was our first morning in a little fishing town in turkey, my roombuddies & i were greeted with the most beautiful turkish hymn flowing through our open hotel room window, headed straight to our unexpecting eardrums.
it was the month of ramadan, and so for that period, devout turkish adults are not to eat after dawn/before dusk. a hymn is sung by a local monk in every town and city and amplified out through these huge speakers that are situated at different spots around the place. the townsfolk wake before dawn and eat before they are to fast for the rest of the day, the adhān hymn alerts them to stop eating and begin that day's fast. what with the combination of the mind-blowing turkish song and the fresh morning air coming to us from a stretch of the Dardanelles that lay ~100m away from our hotel's prime pozishun..ha. PLUS with the anticipation of knowing that i was that v afternoon visiting anzac cove for the 1st time; it was one of the single most fantastic listening experiences of my life.
2. during the 2nd Last Post service that i attended in the Menin Gate memorial on a Saturday night, [the following night Harry Patch attended which is incredz in itself], a group of trappist monks were there..amazing.
they actually had hoodies on which was adorable with their robes and beards and specs, and at the end of the ceremony sang a song together.
these famous men who rarely ever even leave their monestry just so happened to be at the menin gate as we were..how can i even begin to express the hugeness of that ?
they make this beer that is apparently god-like in taste, which can only be obtained through having special trappist bottles that can get refilled when they make a brew..which are pretty rare and only publicised really soon before being up for grabs.
the bottles are only passed down from father to son to son to son etc, so only a v tiny Belgian population has access to the bottles. when the beer is available, you have to line up to receive it, and if they run out, you miss out..which accidentally sounds a lot like the Rivers slogan doesnt it, yuck.
but..how irrelevant was that..
back on topic - the trappists sung a gregorian chant in perfect unison, sometimes making little three-part harmonies. i was standing about 5m away and was awe-struck; well and truly hypnotised by the amazing sounds that were coming out of the mouths of these men..it was like fleet foxes meets jeffrey buckley meets elliott smith meets every lovely-sounding male voice evz..wowowooww. i recorded a section on my camera, but it gives little justice to the moment..mucho unforcho.
3. the evening before that as well, at the Last Post service, the crowd at its conclusion began to collectively hum Auld Lang Syne. it was such an eerie sound, and again combined with the purity of the cold air; incredible. admittedly, in that moment, i felt infite.
&:
tomorrow on anzac day, boys, please fear not that you have died for nought.
.. ahh dearest hazzie patch you can rest in lots and lots of peace now, knowing that you had gorgeously precious 111-year-old handwriting ^, had a new gf [!] in your company before passing away, and had the lovely honour of being kissed on the cheek by my beautiful flame-haired best friend.
..haha, weell seeing as its anzac day eve i thought a turkish hello would be a littlelot fitting, no ?
also to get in the real spirit of all things 25/4/1915 i thought it would be a nice reminder for myself to look back through my journal from when i was on the ANZAC trip overseas last yr, and wow so many little forgotten moments came flooding, if not tsunami-ing back to me. immense.
hey ex-anzac trip, try & get even MORE aurally treating why dont chew:
1. on what i think was our first morning in a little fishing town in turkey, my roombuddies & i were greeted with the most beautiful turkish hymn flowing through our open hotel room window, headed straight to our unexpecting eardrums.
it was the month of ramadan, and so for that period, devout turkish adults are not to eat after dawn/before dusk. a hymn is sung by a local monk in every town and city and amplified out through these huge speakers that are situated at different spots around the place. the townsfolk wake before dawn and eat before they are to fast for the rest of the day, the adhān hymn alerts them to stop eating and begin that day's fast. what with the combination of the mind-blowing turkish song and the fresh morning air coming to us from a stretch of the Dardanelles that lay ~100m away from our hotel's prime pozishun..ha. PLUS with the anticipation of knowing that i was that v afternoon visiting anzac cove for the 1st time; it was one of the single most fantastic listening experiences of my life.
2. during the 2nd Last Post service that i attended in the Menin Gate memorial on a Saturday night, [the following night Harry Patch attended which is incredz in itself], a group of trappist monks were there..amazing.
they actually had hoodies on which was adorable with their robes and beards and specs, and at the end of the ceremony sang a song together.
these famous men who rarely ever even leave their monestry just so happened to be at the menin gate as we were..how can i even begin to express the hugeness of that ?
they make this beer that is apparently god-like in taste, which can only be obtained through having special trappist bottles that can get refilled when they make a brew..which are pretty rare and only publicised really soon before being up for grabs.
the bottles are only passed down from father to son to son to son etc, so only a v tiny Belgian population has access to the bottles. when the beer is available, you have to line up to receive it, and if they run out, you miss out..which accidentally sounds a lot like the Rivers slogan doesnt it, yuck.
but..how irrelevant was that..
back on topic - the trappists sung a gregorian chant in perfect unison, sometimes making little three-part harmonies. i was standing about 5m away and was awe-struck; well and truly hypnotised by the amazing sounds that were coming out of the mouths of these men..it was like fleet foxes meets jeffrey buckley meets elliott smith meets every lovely-sounding male voice evz..wowowooww. i recorded a section on my camera, but it gives little justice to the moment..mucho unforcho.
3. the evening before that as well, at the Last Post service, the crowd at its conclusion began to collectively hum Auld Lang Syne. it was such an eerie sound, and again combined with the purity of the cold air; incredible. admittedly, in that moment, i felt infite.
&:
tomorrow on anzac day, boys, please fear not that you have died for nought.
.. ahh dearest hazzie patch you can rest in lots and lots of peace now, knowing that you had gorgeously precious 111-year-old handwriting ^, had a new gf [!] in your company before passing away, and had the lovely honour of being kissed on the cheek by my beautiful flame-haired best friend.
20.4.09
two naughty boys live at my house rachel, their names are Wasn't Me and I Dunno.
i started making a little wearable something for a friend yesterday, made out of sleeves i'd cut off a thrifted leather jacket..
i made ruffles and it all worked out pretty good but i don't know what to do with it now..bc at this stage it would win Hide & Seek hands down if it hid in the placemat drawer.
maybe i'll make a skirt ? a neckpiece ? a dress ? hmm.
but i hate patterns..sewing patterns, i mean. they're yuck and i don't want to have to use them bc they take so much time and i'd need some help.. but i think i might need to for this job, bummer.
i need a new banner, this one's siickk. and in the vvv bad sense of the word.
so..i like black.
okkervil river, here i come..in only two weeks time !
i made ruffles and it all worked out pretty good but i don't know what to do with it now..bc at this stage it would win Hide & Seek hands down if it hid in the placemat drawer.
maybe i'll make a skirt ? a neckpiece ? a dress ? hmm.
but i hate patterns..sewing patterns, i mean. they're yuck and i don't want to have to use them bc they take so much time and i'd need some help.. but i think i might need to for this job, bummer.
i need a new banner, this one's siickk. and in the vvv bad sense of the word.
so..i like black.
okkervil river, here i come..in only two weeks time !
14.4.09
choc-a-lot & rabbits coming out of my ears.
haaappppppyyyy eastuh !
this was for the easter fair, i still have a whole heap of fisheye photos to get developed from that night, i can't wait !
the bottom skirt is an old petticoat of mum's that i've been searching for for years. i used to wear it in grade 7 to discos with bows tied to it and stuff..cos that's how i do..
it's really lovely, it has tiered layers of this soft netting over the top of a soft satin fabric, too pretty to be worn underneath dresses !
i've been trying more and more to incorpz more black into outfits, and can't help but put multiple belts on almost every time i leave the house these days. i only have two black belts, which is a shame, so i've been wearing them a lot lately. cinched waists just give this faux hourglass shape, i'm loving the legal cheating of it all.
the first photo is a little blurred, and in the second i have one leg half the size of the other for some reason..but the general idea is still there,
this was for easter sunday. i went over the the neighbours to deliver home-made chocolates, haha. mum and i had melted them into easter moulds the night before, it was a really festive little morning.
both of the belts have heart shapes cut out of them along the entire length, and i picked them up at 2 different thrift stores on different occasions despite them both being nearly identical, how bizaare.
the tape measure was only thrown on as a belt at the last minute when i was working on my wearable art piece up in my bedroom. it had started round my neck in between usages, but was rubbing and irritating my neck so i tied it in a bow on my waist and it even managed to match the colours, being blue on one side and white on the other, aw.
this was for the easter fair, i still have a whole heap of fisheye photos to get developed from that night, i can't wait !
the bottom skirt is an old petticoat of mum's that i've been searching for for years. i used to wear it in grade 7 to discos with bows tied to it and stuff..cos that's how i do..
it's really lovely, it has tiered layers of this soft netting over the top of a soft satin fabric, too pretty to be worn underneath dresses !
i've been trying more and more to incorpz more black into outfits, and can't help but put multiple belts on almost every time i leave the house these days. i only have two black belts, which is a shame, so i've been wearing them a lot lately. cinched waists just give this faux hourglass shape, i'm loving the legal cheating of it all.
the first photo is a little blurred, and in the second i have one leg half the size of the other for some reason..but the general idea is still there,
this was for easter sunday. i went over the the neighbours to deliver home-made chocolates, haha. mum and i had melted them into easter moulds the night before, it was a really festive little morning.
both of the belts have heart shapes cut out of them along the entire length, and i picked them up at 2 different thrift stores on different occasions despite them both being nearly identical, how bizaare.
the tape measure was only thrown on as a belt at the last minute when i was working on my wearable art piece up in my bedroom. it had started round my neck in between usages, but was rubbing and irritating my neck so i tied it in a bow on my waist and it even managed to match the colours, being blue on one side and white on the other, aw.
11.4.09
excuses, excuses.
geeez, i've been blogging like there's no tomorrow lately, i think its time to cut back..
but before i do so, i'd like to share some pretty words i've had archived away for a rainy day, and some pretty music wit chu.
i've been listening a lot to Elbow's album 'The Seldom Seen Kid' and Plaid's 'Not for Threes' lately. They're both pretty experimental & have this fantastic instrumentation, but plaid's a lot more electronic & abstracto than Elbow. Oh and some Passion Pit was thrown into the mix too :D
In the cover of Crowded House's album 'Recurring Dream' are these words:
'British humourist Spike Milligan once recalled how he was in the throes of a nervous breakdown. Alone in bed and crying uncontrollably, he noticed his baby daughter walking towards his bed, arms outstretched. In her hand was a glass of water. She wanted to give something. Something to make it alright. This was all she could find.
A while ago someone asked me to sum up the music of Crowded House. For some reason, I responded with that tale – perhaps because it’s simultaneously the saddest and most uplifting thing I’ve heard.
Like Neil Finn’s voice when he sings, “I don’t pretend to know what you want \ But I offer love” on ‘Distant Sun’.
Remember when those otherworldly first chords to ‘Weather With You’ chime into view, like a postcard from a dream? Only to be shot to pieces on the line ‘Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen’? Ah well, you see, that’s a Crowded House moment. As indeed, is the chorus of ‘World Where You Live’. That’s why you won’t be able to listen to it without grinning like a goon.
If you’re new to Crowded House, then I’m sure that in time you’ll find your own Crowded House moments. It’s a personal thing. But if there’s one thing that delights me more than hearing these songs, it’s the thought that someone somewhere will be playing them for the very first time. Welcome.'
The character Jacob Coote in the movie Looking for Alibrandi made this speech on an open day for school debating/politics ish:
'Two things happened to me yesterday. The first was that I received all this shit in the post about voting for the first time. So I tore it up and chucked it in the bin because I reckon politicians are a bunch of dickheads and they bore me stupid. Then the second thing is that my old man wanted to watch this documentary on SBS..about insects rooting on fig leaves.. so I caught the end of the ‘World News’. And I saw these three guys dragging a friend of theirs who’d been shot.
And he’d been shot by their own army ‘cause they were protesting about something.
The only thing I understood was the guy wore a Nick Cave T-shirt. But, then I wondered how some guy my age, with my taste in music, gets himself into a situation where his own government tries to kill him just because he has something to say. And I figured that in this country we vote, not to get the best party in, cos there’s no such thing, but we vote to keep the worst party out. Because I kind of like the idea of standing up here and calling our Prime Minister a dickhead without someone trying to shoot me and stop you all from listening. And because I don’t want to end up on the news some day being watched by some ignorant idiot from the other side of
the world who believes that this can’t happen to him. Cheers.'
In Donnie Darko, Drew Barrymore's character quotes this:
'This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that Cellar Door is the most beautiful.'
and in Amelie, an unsuccessful writer by the name of Hipolito whips out this little
slice of paradise:
'Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.'
The cover art of Fleet Foxes’ debut self-titled album is a detail of the 1559 painting Netherlandish Proverbs by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, vocalist/guitarist Robin Pecknold notes that:
'When you first see that painting it’s very bucolic, but when you look closer there’s all this really strange stuff going on…dudes defecating coins into the river and people on fire, people carving a live sheep..I liked that the first impression is that it's just pretty, but then you realize that the scene is this weird chaos. I like that you can’t really take it for what it is, that your first impression of it is wrong.'
I also really like 'Only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean! Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?' and 'So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens'.
hmm, i think that's everything.
but before i do so, i'd like to share some pretty words i've had archived away for a rainy day, and some pretty music wit chu.
i've been listening a lot to Elbow's album 'The Seldom Seen Kid' and Plaid's 'Not for Threes' lately. They're both pretty experimental & have this fantastic instrumentation, but plaid's a lot more electronic & abstracto than Elbow. Oh and some Passion Pit was thrown into the mix too :D
In the cover of Crowded House's album 'Recurring Dream' are these words:
'British humourist Spike Milligan once recalled how he was in the throes of a nervous breakdown. Alone in bed and crying uncontrollably, he noticed his baby daughter walking towards his bed, arms outstretched. In her hand was a glass of water. She wanted to give something. Something to make it alright. This was all she could find.
A while ago someone asked me to sum up the music of Crowded House. For some reason, I responded with that tale – perhaps because it’s simultaneously the saddest and most uplifting thing I’ve heard.
Like Neil Finn’s voice when he sings, “I don’t pretend to know what you want \ But I offer love” on ‘Distant Sun’.
Remember when those otherworldly first chords to ‘Weather With You’ chime into view, like a postcard from a dream? Only to be shot to pieces on the line ‘Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen’? Ah well, you see, that’s a Crowded House moment. As indeed, is the chorus of ‘World Where You Live’. That’s why you won’t be able to listen to it without grinning like a goon.
If you’re new to Crowded House, then I’m sure that in time you’ll find your own Crowded House moments. It’s a personal thing. But if there’s one thing that delights me more than hearing these songs, it’s the thought that someone somewhere will be playing them for the very first time. Welcome.'
The character Jacob Coote in the movie Looking for Alibrandi made this speech on an open day for school debating/politics ish:
'Two things happened to me yesterday. The first was that I received all this shit in the post about voting for the first time. So I tore it up and chucked it in the bin because I reckon politicians are a bunch of dickheads and they bore me stupid. Then the second thing is that my old man wanted to watch this documentary on SBS..about insects rooting on fig leaves.. so I caught the end of the ‘World News’. And I saw these three guys dragging a friend of theirs who’d been shot.
And he’d been shot by their own army ‘cause they were protesting about something.
The only thing I understood was the guy wore a Nick Cave T-shirt. But, then I wondered how some guy my age, with my taste in music, gets himself into a situation where his own government tries to kill him just because he has something to say. And I figured that in this country we vote, not to get the best party in, cos there’s no such thing, but we vote to keep the worst party out. Because I kind of like the idea of standing up here and calling our Prime Minister a dickhead without someone trying to shoot me and stop you all from listening. And because I don’t want to end up on the news some day being watched by some ignorant idiot from the other side of
the world who believes that this can’t happen to him. Cheers.'
In Donnie Darko, Drew Barrymore's character quotes this:
'This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that Cellar Door is the most beautiful.'
and in Amelie, an unsuccessful writer by the name of Hipolito whips out this little
slice of paradise:
'Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.'
The cover art of Fleet Foxes’ debut self-titled album is a detail of the 1559 painting Netherlandish Proverbs by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, vocalist/guitarist Robin Pecknold notes that:
'When you first see that painting it’s very bucolic, but when you look closer there’s all this really strange stuff going on…dudes defecating coins into the river and people on fire, people carving a live sheep..I liked that the first impression is that it's just pretty, but then you realize that the scene is this weird chaos. I like that you can’t really take it for what it is, that your first impression of it is wrong.'
I also really like 'Only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean! Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?' and 'So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens'.
hmm, i think that's everything.
10.4.09
the anatomy of procrastination.
hi ! so i've been having a spot or two of difficulty with my art project for school lately..i can't find an interesting medium to use, and its frustrating me no end..
i think i over-used a lot of sketching techniques last year; eg. charcoal, fine black pen, chalk pastels, pencil, etc etc, and so i feel like i can't do that again..but i keep being so inspired with images to create, and sketching is by far my easiest/quickest technique, so i dont know what do with myself.
the context of my project has proved difficult to explain to people thus far, but i'll try again..after all, my explaining skillz can surely only improve over time ?
its a really broad topic, we have to just..pfft 'JUST'..create 5-7 bodies of work that show either excess/restraint and convey a topic of our own choice.
mine revolve around the idea of our desire as humans to create these great façades; these 'fake' personalities and exteriors, if you will, for no reason other than to please or impress/fit the ideal mould/stand out/etc. this lack of showing true self is all a bit of a wild goose chase really, is it not ?
i mean, i've found through my own personal experience in grade 8-10 at school, that people have no interest in a fake exterior.. its all been seen before, and bores people to death, plus there's no fun in it for yourself..well there wasn't for me.
our true personalities and selves are what glow the most. to me there seems to be no point in trying to be someone that you are not - as horribly cliché as i'm afraid that sounds - purely because you will not succeed and feel happy within yourself in the long run.
i'm in my senior year of school this year, and i've seen people become more and more comfortable within themselves and their friends as the years have passed, and i've grown so much closer to so many gorgeous people, just because they've relaxed and dropped their guard and become more naturally lovely, as we've all learnt to become our true selves, finally. in grade nine especially, i was so caught up in trying to impress and make friends..i'd come from a tiny school to a huge ocean of people my age, and obviously wasn't ready for that confrontation. as soon as i grew more comfortable and started acting more like myself, i noticed that people were more interested in becoming friends with me..they actually liked who i was; they didn't mind the way i dresed, and the words that i used when i spoke. i was amazed.
for art, i've really wanted to incorporate imagery of human anatomy because i think it is just so so incredible. i've nooo idea what it is about anatomical images, sketches and photography that i find so fabulous, but its managed to work to my advantage, luckily, bc as i'm speaking of the beauty of humans/personalities stripped back to their most pure form, skeletal and anatomical images are really just pictures of humans that have been physically stripped back. i'd like to draw on x-ray images too, but don't know where i could get my hands on some without breaking some bones ?
i've started creating one sketch of a skeleton from the ribs up with flowers coming out of the top of the skull, eyes and nose, and weaving their way down the vertebrae.
god that sounds so morbid. maybe i'll scan a picture of it onto here to show that i'm not really as disturbed as i sound..but please dont judge me on this, its vvvv much unfinished..i promise.
the skeleton represents the obvious; the human form in its most basic form, and the flowers will hopefully portray across a sense of blooming and natural beauty.
circling the figure will be the words 'there is so much purity and subsequent beauty within the vessel that is the human body stripped back to its most basic form.'
i think i might have to edit that text a little and cut out some of the words..i always seem to make sentences far too long and ramble on..but i think that the phrase ~ sums up my idea.. ?
has any of this made sense ? please let me know..
i've been trying to whip up a wearable art piece or two on the same general topic, butttt its taken so much more time than i had realised, so i doubt i'll even get to finish it, bah.
oh the spicegirls' 'saturday night divas' just came on thanks to media player on shuffle, hahaha, im so happy now.
idea 1:
idea 2 ish:
here's some artists that i daresay i will draw some inspiration from in the near future; blu,
ben kruisdijk,
and mark weaver.
7.4.09
it goes a little something like you > me, as far as i'm concerned.
i had this really philosophical lesson in chemistry yesterday, and loved it to bits.
there were a few people away so throughout the lesson my teacher got more and more into his element, with crazz tangents coming out of his ears.
he brought in books to show us what he had been reading lately..four of them were chem and physics textbooks - which i secretly think is actually really cool in a crazy intelligent way - and the others were other sciency/meaning of life ones..
speaking of, the book 'the meaning of liff' is really incredible, my sister's violin teacher lent her a copy 5+ years ago, and she let me have a read of it. it's full of interesting names of places accompanied with made-up meanings derived from what the word sounds like, for example the author defined 'abilene' to desribe the 'pleasing coolness on the reverse side of the pillow,' and 'louth' to mean 'the sort of man who wears loud check jackets, has a personalised tankard behind the bar and always gets served before you do'. oh the wit of some of them just dazzles me lotslots.. often addressing the little forgotten bits of life that don't get near enough the attention that they deserve.
you can have a look at the site here.
anyway, yesterday, a lovely kook of a kid in my class mentioned, and was backed up by our teacher, a book called 'a short history of nearly everything'.
i'm fairly sure that its pretty science-based too, but i think i'd like to give it a try. i've been really picky with books for so long, and i think i've found out why..i've been trying to knock down the popular bestsellers lists and 9 times out of 10 have walked away from the last page feeling really unsatisfied. people my age always seem to love the books that i don't overly enjoy, and i'm sick of that. so i think i'll try to get into more philosophical ones that really stretch my brain and i dunno.. i think i just need some new old books in my life, like some really old actual classics that are impossible to read, so that i can go back to the newer 'classics' with fresh eyes and relieved/revived enthusiasm.
here are some images i stumbled over yesterday on a blog called '93 Numara'.
today i've been mostly listening to the Black Ghosts & Eels, yummo.
..pay them some attention, they're lovely electronic hearts deserve it.
one of these days i'll stop posting blogs that are 1000 words long, bah.
there were a few people away so throughout the lesson my teacher got more and more into his element, with crazz tangents coming out of his ears.
he brought in books to show us what he had been reading lately..four of them were chem and physics textbooks - which i secretly think is actually really cool in a crazy intelligent way - and the others were other sciency/meaning of life ones..
speaking of, the book 'the meaning of liff' is really incredible, my sister's violin teacher lent her a copy 5+ years ago, and she let me have a read of it. it's full of interesting names of places accompanied with made-up meanings derived from what the word sounds like, for example the author defined 'abilene' to desribe the 'pleasing coolness on the reverse side of the pillow,' and 'louth' to mean 'the sort of man who wears loud check jackets, has a personalised tankard behind the bar and always gets served before you do'. oh the wit of some of them just dazzles me lotslots.. often addressing the little forgotten bits of life that don't get near enough the attention that they deserve.
you can have a look at the site here.
anyway, yesterday, a lovely kook of a kid in my class mentioned, and was backed up by our teacher, a book called 'a short history of nearly everything'.
i'm fairly sure that its pretty science-based too, but i think i'd like to give it a try. i've been really picky with books for so long, and i think i've found out why..i've been trying to knock down the popular bestsellers lists and 9 times out of 10 have walked away from the last page feeling really unsatisfied. people my age always seem to love the books that i don't overly enjoy, and i'm sick of that. so i think i'll try to get into more philosophical ones that really stretch my brain and i dunno.. i think i just need some new old books in my life, like some really old actual classics that are impossible to read, so that i can go back to the newer 'classics' with fresh eyes and relieved/revived enthusiasm.
here are some images i stumbled over yesterday on a blog called '93 Numara'.
today i've been mostly listening to the Black Ghosts & Eels, yummo.
..pay them some attention, they're lovely electronic hearts deserve it.
one of these days i'll stop posting blogs that are 1000 words long, bah.
6.4.09
have faith, bit philosophical..sorry.
quite frankly, faith scares the crap out of me.
i'd love nothing more than being able to follow a religious ideal..it seems like the greatest thing that you can do, even if the belief is only slight.
those that live their lives with a faith hold such respect for others and a compassion to all around them, they seem to only want to give give give.
so in the end, if the god does not even exist, these people have led their lives to the best of their efforts, i respect that so much. i just wish that i could do the same..and i've tried, though lately i'm just not sure if it's enough.
reading about things like the apparitions of Mary near Medjugorje and at Garabandal has at times reduced me to tears. i'm so terrified in the back of mind that if i don't believe, that these horrible things that are spoken of might actually happen.. [if anything, click the link and read the paragraph above the B&W photograph.]
that's the one thing i hate the most about god, whether he does exist or not, is that there is this forcefulness placed on faith.. surely if it is a lifestyle built on such compassion and goodness that there should not be the need to ish threaten those that do not follow the religion ?
i have this booklet on the Garbandal sightings in front of me, and it has photos and everything, i cant not believe it..
it's about the first time that mary visited 4 children aged 11-12 in spain in 1961, in a little village.
..on july 2nd, many priests and visitors joined the children in witnessing the pre-meditated event.
the bit that makes me shake in my boots is this; the 4 girls' visions were always preceeded by them running to a sunken lane where the visions first began. once there they would crash to thekr knees on jagged rocks, entering into a rapture; heads thrown back, pupils dilated and faces absolutely concentrated on this great presence. at these times they were completely insensitive and oblivious to pin pricks, burns, physical contact or bright lights shone directly into their eyes. their weight factor changed so much that 2 grown men struggled in lifting one 12-yo girl, yet the girls could themselves lift each other with great ease.
as their heads were thrown back, they could not see where they were going, yet would march arm in arm, having no difficulty in travelling either forward or backward, over dangerous and rough terrain..often they would travel so quickly that those around could not keep up. during these visions, the girls could defy the acts of physics; travelling like a speeding car, then stopping just as suddenly to a halt, as their observers would fly past. afterward, they would be neither sweating, out of breath, or with a pulse rate out of the regular range.
sometime they would fall backward, stiff as a board, without bending any body part or using hands to cushion the fall..from this position they would rise again without pushing themselves up in any way; clothing never becoming ruffled or dirty.
i dunno, am i just being ridiculously ridiculous ?
i'd love nothing more than being able to follow a religious ideal..it seems like the greatest thing that you can do, even if the belief is only slight.
those that live their lives with a faith hold such respect for others and a compassion to all around them, they seem to only want to give give give.
so in the end, if the god does not even exist, these people have led their lives to the best of their efforts, i respect that so much. i just wish that i could do the same..and i've tried, though lately i'm just not sure if it's enough.
reading about things like the apparitions of Mary near Medjugorje and at Garabandal has at times reduced me to tears. i'm so terrified in the back of mind that if i don't believe, that these horrible things that are spoken of might actually happen.. [if anything, click the link and read the paragraph above the B&W photograph.]
that's the one thing i hate the most about god, whether he does exist or not, is that there is this forcefulness placed on faith.. surely if it is a lifestyle built on such compassion and goodness that there should not be the need to ish threaten those that do not follow the religion ?
i have this booklet on the Garbandal sightings in front of me, and it has photos and everything, i cant not believe it..
it's about the first time that mary visited 4 children aged 11-12 in spain in 1961, in a little village.
..on july 2nd, many priests and visitors joined the children in witnessing the pre-meditated event.
the bit that makes me shake in my boots is this; the 4 girls' visions were always preceeded by them running to a sunken lane where the visions first began. once there they would crash to thekr knees on jagged rocks, entering into a rapture; heads thrown back, pupils dilated and faces absolutely concentrated on this great presence. at these times they were completely insensitive and oblivious to pin pricks, burns, physical contact or bright lights shone directly into their eyes. their weight factor changed so much that 2 grown men struggled in lifting one 12-yo girl, yet the girls could themselves lift each other with great ease.
as their heads were thrown back, they could not see where they were going, yet would march arm in arm, having no difficulty in travelling either forward or backward, over dangerous and rough terrain..often they would travel so quickly that those around could not keep up. during these visions, the girls could defy the acts of physics; travelling like a speeding car, then stopping just as suddenly to a halt, as their observers would fly past. afterward, they would be neither sweating, out of breath, or with a pulse rate out of the regular range.
sometime they would fall backward, stiff as a board, without bending any body part or using hands to cushion the fall..from this position they would rise again without pushing themselves up in any way; clothing never becoming ruffled or dirty.
i dunno, am i just being ridiculously ridiculous ?
2.4.09
well played, frills, well played.
aim: to blog my recent little brainwave - wrong use of word 'brainwave'.. but i cant think of the one i'm after - i just had of funnies from the past few years.
hypothesis: today we got chem exam marks back, and i was/am soo close to finally getting a B, im stoked !
observations: funnies i just remembered;
1. waaay back when the floods were all the rage last feb we had a really huge branch fall off the macadmia nut tree down into the back yard. my brother's bedroom is fairly near the path of that branch, which actually narrowly missed the house and just made a bit of a dint in the lawn, but i remember not hearing much from him for a little while so upon creeping into his room i found him sitting in the dark on his bed playing 'the killing tree' by Paul Colman over and over and over on his guitar and singing quietly to himself..
2. the soon departing norwegian goddess in my life, whom i already miss terribly, was talking to me a few months ago about when she had first arrived in on australian soils and found everyone to be so friendly. first she had said that she'd nearly fell out of her boots when the first Australian shop that she had entered into had a worker who was v conversational; greeting her w/ the expected 'heeellllllooooooooooooooooo how are yoouuu' when she walked in.. because, of course, the chattie relationship between shopekeepers and customers is a fairly typical aussie thing..
she also commented on how she took that on board pretty quickly and easily and so wondered why, when she was out in town or in a shop and saw someone wearing the same school uniform as her, that the boy/girl didn't stop and chat or reply when she said helloooo to them.. haha.. the poor girl hadn't realised that our school is populated 1500+, and was a little devastated when people didn't know who she was.
actually, i just re-read over those stories..not v funny at all to anyone other than myself. haha. how awkward. um. was this worth posting ? err.
so umm radiohead,pnau,ee tee see,..songs that involve kids singing or yelling words creep me out, enough already !
diydiydiydiy. ahh there's so many bits & bobs that i want to get done over these [V SHORT ! >:(] holidays, but i know it wont happen..simply bc it never does. sites like these are theee biggest procrastination tools, its horrible.
here's what i'd LIKE to achieve; #1 above any, RODARTE STOCKINGS ! oh my theyre so lovely..
but apart from that, a corset with studs or something similar, like giselle b's, i think its so lovely. if only i had the leather jacket that i've longed for for years to team it with !
ps, carl barron came into the little russian restaurant that i having dinner in in tonight w my family [have a belated birthday dinner], was so funny. i was silent the whole time just listening to his voice. it made my night.
hypothesis: today we got chem exam marks back, and i was/am soo close to finally getting a B, im stoked !
observations: funnies i just remembered;
1. waaay back when the floods were all the rage last feb we had a really huge branch fall off the macadmia nut tree down into the back yard. my brother's bedroom is fairly near the path of that branch, which actually narrowly missed the house and just made a bit of a dint in the lawn, but i remember not hearing much from him for a little while so upon creeping into his room i found him sitting in the dark on his bed playing 'the killing tree' by Paul Colman over and over and over on his guitar and singing quietly to himself..
2. the soon departing norwegian goddess in my life, whom i already miss terribly, was talking to me a few months ago about when she had first arrived in on australian soils and found everyone to be so friendly. first she had said that she'd nearly fell out of her boots when the first Australian shop that she had entered into had a worker who was v conversational; greeting her w/ the expected 'heeellllllooooooooooooooooo how are yoouuu' when she walked in.. because, of course, the chattie relationship between shopekeepers and customers is a fairly typical aussie thing..
she also commented on how she took that on board pretty quickly and easily and so wondered why, when she was out in town or in a shop and saw someone wearing the same school uniform as her, that the boy/girl didn't stop and chat or reply when she said helloooo to them.. haha.. the poor girl hadn't realised that our school is populated 1500+, and was a little devastated when people didn't know who she was.
actually, i just re-read over those stories..not v funny at all to anyone other than myself. haha. how awkward. um. was this worth posting ? err.
so umm radiohead,pnau,ee tee see,..songs that involve kids singing or yelling words creep me out, enough already !
diydiydiydiy. ahh there's so many bits & bobs that i want to get done over these [V SHORT ! >:(] holidays, but i know it wont happen..simply bc it never does. sites like these are theee biggest procrastination tools, its horrible.
here's what i'd LIKE to achieve; #1 above any, RODARTE STOCKINGS ! oh my theyre so lovely..
but apart from that, a corset with studs or something similar, like giselle b's, i think its so lovely. if only i had the leather jacket that i've longed for for years to team it with !
ps, carl barron came into the little russian restaurant that i having dinner in in tonight w my family [have a belated birthday dinner], was so funny. i was silent the whole time just listening to his voice. it made my night.
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