Friday, July 30, 2010

You can always count on a murderer for fancy prose style

You know a writer is good when he can make the issue of pedophelia appear subtle and sensual. Not that it is at all, the thought of it makes me extremely nauseous. But having read this book, and sat through one of Ruby's social work lectures, I no longer have to ask the question of why it happens.
Sometimes we get so caught up in the good kinds of love, we forget to watch out for the bad kinds.


He wanted to collect us like dolls, to keep us eternally young and perfect and safe from the ravages of our potential real lives, of which he could not otherwise be a part; he thought he was protecting us, yet he did not realise that he was ravaging us of our femininity, our humanity; he magnified our innocence, with projection and clothing, and then harvested it. Perhaps that was his plan all along, to surgically remove the splintered pieces of our souls, one by one, so that we would become hollow as porcelain and thus somehow harness the power of eternal youth. I realised then that it could only be a physical obsession he entertained with me, and with Celia; love could not be induced nor supplicated by hollow beings such as ourselves, flitting between consciousness and unconsciousness, fury and shame, poison and antidote as butterflies do from rose to rose. And we would not stay Nymphettes forever. What, pray tell, would he do with us then?

Monday, July 19, 2010

It's all about Interpretation

"Wabi-sabi (侘寂?) represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete
Characteristics of the wabi-sabi aesthetic include asymmetry, asperity, simplicity, modesty, intimacy, and the suggestion of natural processes.
Wabi-sabi is the most conspicuous and characteristic feature of traditional Japanese beauty, and it occupies roughly the same position in the Japanese pantheon of aesthetic values as do the Greek ideals of beauty and perfection in the West. If an object or expression can bring about, within us, a sense of serene melancholy and a spiritual longing, then that object could be said to be wabi-sabi. Wabi-sabi nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.

Wabi and sabi both suggest sentiments of desolation and solitude. In the Mahayana Buddhist view of the universe, these may be viewed as positive characteristics, representing liberation from a material world and transcendence to a simpler life. Mahayana philosophy itself, however, warns that genuine understanding cannot be achieved through words or language, so accepting wabi-sabi on nonverbal terms may be the most appropriate approach. Simon Brown notes that wabi sabi describes a means where students can learn to live life through the sense and better engage in life as it happens rather than caught up in unnecessary thoughts. In this sense wabi sabi is the material representation of Zen Buddhism. The idea being that being surrounded by natural, changing, unique objects helps us connect to our real world and escape potentially stressful distractions.
In one sense wabi sabi is a training where the student of wabi sabi learns to find the most simple objects interesting, fascinating and beautiful. Fading autumn leaves would be an example. Wabi sabi can change our perception of our world to the extent that a chip or crack in a vase makes it more interesting and give the object greater meditative value. Similarly materials that age such as bare wood, paper and fabric become more interesting as they exhibit changes that can be observed over time."



"If there is true beauty locked within imperfection, then it cannot possibly be timed or positioned or staged, because it is lost, gradually, like water held in cupped hands, with any essence of plan or structure. You will notice this, if you look back over old photographs, for the most precious and beautiful moments in your life are always the stolen ones, the unanticipated ones, the ones that catch you completely off your guard; we walk as thieves through other people’s lives, stealing smiles and kisses and the beauty hidden within them that cannot be captured by lenses or mirrors or even our own comprehension. If you sit there, in your living room, in front of your television set, worshipping Beauty’s synthesised substitute, and waiting for her to come knocking on your door to transform your life, then you will be waiting in vain, as a prisoner of Vanity, no less, and she will keep you long after the youth has drained from your face; youth is not interchangeable with beauty.
You can, however, find true beauty in wise old women, in awkward stolen kisses, in conversation with strangers and strange conversations with people you thought you knew very well. You’re more likely to find it when you’re walking home from work on a Friday afternoon, or when you awake on Sunday at midday. You could find it in autumn leaves, in puddles; the seaside is an excellent place to start, especially during winter. And don’t give up on looking for it in yourself either; don’t trust mirrors and women in magazines over your own intuition. I know you know there is beauty there, trapped somewhere in the catacombs of your soul; I cannot tell you exactly where and how to find it because, well, that sounds too much like a plan, doesn’t it? It sounds like a set up. Just don’t be afraid to be always looking for that door, because when it happens, spontaneously, instantaneously, irrevocably, and completely unintentionally, you’ll know that it was worth it.


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Article: Wikipedia
Ramblings: Me (Sally)

Friday, July 16, 2010

We Get Sick When We Get Started

I know I just recently posted a Washington clip, but I had to put this up; pure music video genius!!! And it features Ruby's future husband, Michael from Yves Klein Blue. I'm pretty sure they are dating (sorry B), but in my mind, if he had to be with anyone, I'm so glad its her. Just imagine what their children would be like (or even better, imagine if they collaborated? Or became a travelling musical family; they could be the next Indie Pop Von Trapps. Yes please.)

I've been listening to triple j pretty much all day this week because I'm working at Lovisa head office, which is really the capital of Dullsville, and I heard Washington talking about this song; she said it was basically about breaking up with someone, but, and I quote, still wanting to have adult relations with them. Nice. You have to give it to her for making sex sound incredibly cute.

Monday, July 12, 2010

When I Go

I plan to live to be old (I'm actually quite looking forward to being a nanna, as I am already one in a number of aspects of my life :P), but if I die young, please play this song at my funeral, alongside Happy Phantom by Tori Amos.

Her Album "I Believe You, Liar" is out 30th July. You should buy it. I am (and I never buy CD's anymore :P)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

We Love...Dirty Folk Supergroups

Both Home Grown...

Basement Birds: Bob Evans (Kevin Mitchell), Josh Pyke (my Australian Conor Oberst), Kav Temperley, Steve Parkin

...and International

Monsters of Folk: Conor Oberst (<3), M. Ward, Jim James, Mike Mogis

All very talented, all just a little bit dirty...just the way I like it :)

Monday, July 5, 2010

I'm a Tree (Uprooted)

So I've been think a bit about these last 6 months, and I've realised that so far, aside from the brief time I was living out of home, this has been the most whacked out, spontaneous, unpredictable year of my small little life. I have realised that I am capable of a lot more than I thought I was, mainly because I hadn't really experienced much of what people would call "real life" (I still live partly in an imaginary world :P), being a insulated science student for most of my young years, yet right now, I am probably the closest to attaining the life that I want. Having said that, I don't think I will ever achieve the perfect state of being, but in some ways that is good, otherwise I would have no need for imagination and thus nothing to write about, other than how great my life is, and no one wants to read that :P ("Today, I rode my bicycle to the store to buy strawberry milk and peanut butter lindt balls. I also bought a new dress and some cowboyboots. Then I went home, made long island iced teas and lay under a canopy of trees in the afternoon sun while my ruggedly handsome lover serenaded me with the entire Bright Eyes back catalogue. My life is wonderful." Yep, I'd probably punch me too.)

I have met the most interesting people (and some of the scariest), I have pushed myself way beyond the boundaries my meek personality had set for me, I've taken risks and I've made new connections with like minded spirits. All of this has given me an amazing sense of perspective on what is really important (until now my emphasis has been on tangible achievements, yet I've realised that if I have no passion for them, they will become nothing more than reminders of the life I have wasted, because, as much as I would like to be, my head or my heart are not cut out to be a scientist, at least not while I'm still young. I just want to be, and be happy). I know I wont feel like this when Im 30, and then I'll have to settle down, get a proper career and sell my gyspie wagon, but right now, I love not being tied to the insitution. I'm growing up, and I'm growing old, but I'm still chasing my dream, whatever that may be. And first stop is South America.

Photos:§ion=&global=1&q=machu+pichu#/d2nmibm (I'm gonna be there for my birthday. squee!)
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