Kids, cats & crazy mofo's

2006-02-16T04:42:00.000-08:00

Yeh, yeh, your fish stink!!

a bit of this, a bit of that...

2005-07-04T19:24:00.000-07:00

Kids: The Beat That My Heart Skipped - Nova yesterday, worth seeing on the cheap day,
Cats: The Yes Men comming up, so here is some background info http://www.theyesmen.org/; http://gatt.org/; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yes_Men; http://www.newint.org/issue338/secret.htm
And Crazy MOFO's: Critical Art Ensemble
(and listening to 'Disorder' from Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures)

2005-07-03T19:55:00.000-07:00

2005-07-03T19:53:00.000-07:00

2046

If I were a blogger (and other rants that some may describe as slightly post e [now that was a waste of money])

2005-07-03T19:43:00.000-07:00

-Firstly Kids, the above two posts are pictures from 2046 which I saw on Thursday.
-Now Cats, I knew I'd never be able to do this blog thing, you know, keep up the enthusiasm; I knew it would only come in bursts. Wax and wane, flux, big rain then drought – anyway…So here is my first post for a while. You see I’m not like the others, sure I like writing sometimes but I did say sometimes and if it wasn’t for school ‘sometimes’ would probably mean never (no not really but it sounds dramatic). What I’m actually trying to get at is that I not a blogger, not ‘one of them’. If I was I would write mysterious yet captivating titles that would, well, captivate you and draw you in. They would be bold like Do you still love me? or Hello is anyone out there? Also missing is the self-confidence (though it does escape and run free sometimes) and the amazing wit (just joking). So maybe I have the egocentrism required but sometimes I just get bored, besides it often feels like I’m talking to myself, hello is anyone out there? We should wrap this thing up I’m starting to get shitty.
-Crazy mofo’s, On why I automatically dislike anything popular and the slow breaking down of this mindset: When I was a little tuck (hay anyone remember those Tuckerbag adds – the brown paper bag with a face?) in primary school I could never bring myself to be swept up in the latest craze, be it yo-yos (ok I had two of those but my dad did work for the guy importing them for a while), tamagotchie (I’m sure that’s how you speel it), or those sticky rubber hands. What ever the craze may have been I was always troubled with a nagging scepticism (Mid stentence idea break! I bought Why I Write by George Orwell the other –or other other – week which to my great delight features the essay Politics and the English Language check it out cf. speaking in clichés) resulting in asking other kids questions like “you didn’t like them before everyone one else had one”; “what’s so good about it”, and saying the unthinkable “but it’s jest a craze”, none of which were met kindly by my fellow primary schoolers. What also used to trouble was the question “what happens with all the [product in question] when it becomes unpopular”, all this (plastic) stuff to be what – thrown away? And here you see the bourgeoning of my environmental conscience (that’ll have to go too). So age and some effort may have reduced it but I still retain that knee-jerk reaction of disliking the popular.
And talking about books I recently bought: on Tuesday I bought the catalogue for Proof check it out.
-On the tv:

Fine Line SBS 8.30(i think) Tuesday - Very good!!!
Sophie's World (beware this articel is writeen by a complete dickhead!) SBS Friday - corny but kinda ok if you've get nothing else to do

And ‘stay tuned’ for more updates (is that how they say it?) It really is time to finish up.

Guerrilla activity

2005-06-21T21:01:00.000-07:00

Today I performed my little bit, my 'patriotic duty' if you like. It wasn't anything big and it wasn't even planed. At my bus stop there was an advertisement for the Financial Review saying "The diet of successful people" or some shit like that. This really pissed me off, relating 'success' to money. My family has never been particularly well off, in the past sometimes things have been quite hard, and I do not think we have 'failed' in life because of that. The idea of money being the goal in life is a very narrow and impoverished one and I think it is not too outlandish to compare it to a mental illness such as is done in The Corporation. In fact I think applying the notion of 'success' - and there fore conversely 'failer' - to life is slightly ridiculous.
So when I saw this stupid advertisement I was irritated and this coupled with the memory of a fat black texta in my bag propelled me to take action. It wasn't witty it was just a simple act of defiance. So with that texta I scrawled in large letters on the glass enclosing the poster "WHAT IS 'SUCCESS'?" Iit's not going to bring down our consumer culture but it will interfere with the message of the add and perhaps get some people to think, besides what really makes me proud was that I did it in broad day light on a very busy street. So take that!

ps. who wants to spend five days unconscious with me some time in the next two weeks?

It’s your future Teishan.

2005-06-18T17:15:00.000-07:00

“So what do you want to do next year?”, or the more presumptuous “what course are you thinking of doing?”

I’m getting pretty sick of it. I think it all started last year when I flippantly said that I wasn’t going to university – that’s after hearing from mum’s partner who is a lecturer at an unnamed university in Burwood, Melbourne (I’ll let you figure that one out – a quick search should help) how the lecturers are being screwed and the effect it’s going to have on students.
So I’ve never really heard the end of it, mum’s first response being insane “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR NOT GOING TO UNIVERSITY?!!!!” then followed in the next week “well such and such a person would of gone to university to be doing that”. Anyway guys, I probably don’t need to worry about nocking back a uni place at the rate of non-home-work-procrastination I’ve mastered, it hit me a Wednesday or two ago when I was looking in the Deakin course guide and came across the page about International Studies (Bachelor of Arts) – this might be interesting I thought – until it struck me that I was looking at it instead of doing h/w and that because of that I would never get the ‘enter’ required HOW IRONIC!

So here is my list of what I’d like to do:

-Go overseas: back to London (no it’s not that great) to revisit the Tate Modern and go to Oxford to visit a magazine I much respect New Internationalist. After that go to Paris and back to the Pompidou – it’s awesome!!! – perhaps visit some other places too. Then to Spain, go back to Barcelona and visit MACBA and then travel to some other places around Spain. Then some other European Destinations would be good, Italy (back to Venice!), Germany would be interesting, maybe Holland or a Scandinavian country – I could apologise for the whole Tampa thing, remember that? Then Brazil: Rio to visit my older brother, I could convince dad to go back.

Then India would be really good (carefully avoiding insane religious conflict). Then I’d like to go to Indonesia (depending on the perception of Australians and westerners that prevails at the time – remember we did ‘steal’ East Timor from them and now we are stealing Timor’s oil). I’d like to travel around Asia and closer to home, what is listed above is a pretty impressive list demanding some rich parents and a private school education to match. European countries would be the first to be nocked off the list to make room for what I feel would be more worthwhile countries in Asia.

-while in a country rock up at an MSF office and volunteer.

-At New Internationalist office tell them about my plans for further travel and offer to write an article from one of the countries (the Landless Peasants Movement in Brazil 1 & 2?)

-Meet up with Dad’s friend Chris who lives in Indonesia and learn how to surf in West Java – apparently the locals are really friendly giving a beginner all the waves they need.

-Start up a (weekly?) news paper like The Guardian, It would be independent non-profit owned by a trust and run by an editorial committee with a flat pay structure like New Internationalist. Its focus would be news, political analysis, art, culture, music, and writing.

-Work in the arts, perhaps go to art school after all.

-Fuck it all and OD (how teenage!)

A psychedelic Jesus on the cross with a spinning colour wheel and light behind all in a classy gold frame.
Emily and my present to Pablo, there was also a Last Supper, a Virgin Mary and baby Jesus as well as Hindu ones: psychedelic Shiva!

pro or con, you decide

2005-06-15T00:19:00.000-07:00

Had an accident this morning on my bike with a car, crash, hurt, looks like no bone broken but bad bruising. Pretty scary, thank god I was wearing a helmet. As a consequence not doing SACs of Friday, kinda ruins my plans for the weekend though.

Things you should know:

2005-06-11T17:26:00.000-07:00

Now: listening to Neil Young, After the Gold Rush, and wasting time looking up more young liberal stuff.

Last night: so Wazza’s party was cancelled, gone too hard on Friday? Any way, had a good dinner with dad at home, watched TV and had some delicious Tim Tam Dangerous Liaisons Black Forest Fantasy. Mmm… On special at the supermarket, but beware kids there are less in a pack (the bastards!!!). And no night with dad would be complete without me getting angry at him and then saying something nasty I probably shouldn’t of.

Friday: A pretty mhe party (sorry), for some reason couldn’t bring myself to drink, finding it hard to even finish on can of Carlton and felt like spewing when I had a sip of Steph’s vodka – seems the body can remember last Saturday and the three-quarters a bottle of Finlandia in an hour (had the pleasure of throwing-up through your nose anyone?) But it wasn’t all bad, some good tings to note: Saw Niki, Hart was a good drunk, had pizza and mint slice biscuits, Pablo and I visited school at 1 am – amazingly silent allowing the rustling of paper and clinking of bottles to be amplified.

Announcement

2005-06-11T01:44:00.000-07:00

check out

Young Liberals @ PHSC

2005-06-09T22:40:00.000-07:00

Just horribly failed a philosophy SAC - I never study but when I get in I always want to do well, sound like self sabotage? I'll tell you about it later.
So the bellow two posts are what I've been doing to cheer myself up (notice how I am again avoiding homework).

Its been a while coming…

2005-06-09T22:32:00.000-07:00

...but I think I've discovered how to use that stupid Hello program (I think).

So here are the images I’ve been promising:

now...

2005-06-09T22:17:00.000-07:00

Listening to some dodgy techno and immensely enjoying these unexpected discoveries: 1 & 2, the second one even has photos like this!!

Its one of those...

2005-06-07T01:46:00.000-07:00

Inside my Junk Email box tonight:

‘TODAY ONLY WE OFFER YOU A UNIQUE OPPORTUNITY…’ (with attachment) From Katty Miles.
‘Re:Ithralldom Jsudafed Sinus’ From Paula Kaplan.
‘EARN with MIKRO-N Ltd’ (with attachment) From Janny Wit.

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE AND HOW DO THEY HAVE MY EMAIL ADDRESS??!!!!! I never open these email and sure as hell don’t touch the attachments. But I am often a bit curious as to what they contain. Is it cheap Viagra and other prescription medication, or are the more offers of genuine Rolex watches like the flood of email I received on the subject about a moth ago? And I even feel a little sad (hay there ain’t any love lost though) that I no longer get unsolicited emails whose subject line is in Russian characters.

Don’t be fooled by my winging though, I also receive many of these unwanted mail items in my Inbox too, such as tonight’s:

‘lowermosts Trimethadioneq’ From Jeremiah Donovan [nmhro@fly-ana.com].

Who promises ‘Lowest VIAGRA, CIALIS, LEVITRA online price!’ Yes, unfortunately I did open this one. Now let's bombard their email with shit like only John Howard son can do (fucking cunts the both of them!!!!)

What is the cause for all your concern you may think (perhaps not in those exact words, ‘cos if you think like me that I a little disturbing), the answer is because: 1. it is my home address, and 2. I have no virus checker thing. So there you have it.
I was planning to write something about my philosophy and out-look on the world but it’s time for dinner.

Young Liberal love

2005-06-06T02:04:00.000-07:00

Just listened to a very interesting story on the University of New England’s Young Liberal controlled student union. Very interesting. Here is a not entirely related story from last Friday about the national conference. Feeling pretty mhe. Man I wish I was a Young Liberal, it would make me feel less strange. I harbour a perverse yearning to be a Young Liberal and wrap myself in a world of uncaring, a world of fulfilling all those dirty capitalist desires (kinda sounds like Callicles from the Socratic dialog Gorgias). But truly there is something deeply repulsive and appealing about it, I think it is this dynamic that is seductive. Perhaps I'll restart the P.H.Y.L.C.

My last exam: Philosophy and then Media on Monday the 14^th of November. Can’t wait.

pending ubdate soon (thank you anonymous comment!)

2005-05-30T01:05:00.000-07:00

My photography folio (SAT 1 or something) was due in today, 35% of my subject score. So didn't do much else but WORK! and still got more to do. All very boaring but I'm telling you this to explain why I cannot write a meaningful, indepth something tonight - but tomorrow I will.

2005-05-23T21:18:00.000-07:00

History in the making

2005-05-22T02:36:00.000-07:00

Very, very tired. Got to sleep at 3.30 and woke up at 6.30, what the fuck is going on? So Saturday night at Pablo’s party. People came to my house first, I had just woken up when they arrived and felt very out of it. Made a dahl in a rush. Matt and Max arrived. We took half a bickie each (Pink Playstations) -Matt taking his 10 minutes after Max and I. Edo and Tom doing quarters. We walk to Pablo’s, stopping at Safeway on the way, and after a minor freakout (mentioning no names) manage to leave. Get to Pablo’s already having consumed much water form the THREE WATER BOTTLES WE TAKE FROM MY HOUSE THAT SOME HOW GET LOST AT THE PARTY!!! Hasn’t kicked in yet. Talk to people, relate, yes guys I really am just drinking water! To which they reply with anything from amusement, disbelief to contempt. Lots of walking and promising to dance with people ‘later when it has kicked in’. Don’t dance to My Sharona (you fool!!). See Hannah, YAY! Find Max and Matt, keep reminding each other to drink water, go to the toilet, don’t get bloated. It starts to kick in for Max, Edo and Tom having a good time, Matt and I slightly pissed off but promise to have fun and act like it has anyway. People keep telling me my pupils are really big (later in the night I check and SHIT THEY ARE MASSIVE). Stuff happens, lets condense it a little. Kicks in for Matt (after what, 3, 4 hours?) still nothing for me. Jordan says it doesn’t work first time for some people. Mat ‘chillin’ and philosophical – right on the money Edo! Decided to get stoned instead, do get a bit but not enough. Time condenses. Dance to crazy rave music (just try to be energetic, god dam it!). Time condenses. Sit around, I rush in and out trying to find people, never content where I am. End up leaving with Urban the German back packer crashing at my place too. He jokes about Nazi Germany and the treatment of Jews, Max doesn’t take it well, gets offended. Urban won’t shut up. Get home, eat a whole cantaloupe. Debate immigration and integration of people of Asian background in Australia, don’t really won’t to have the conversation, explain that it is touchy, Pauline Hanson etc… he won’t shut up. Wake up at 6.30. Can’t get to sleep, heart beating kinda fast, is the speed in the E keeping me awake?

Fucked for Philosophy today. Feeling my usual post party depression: didn’t ‘relate enough’, let Dad down again – didn’t get his text and missed out on an awesome dinner, haven’t done any homework, feel sick, life sucks.

The title of the post I was going to write yesterday after spending two and a half hours on a coach from Castlemaine (the train normally taking 1 1/2 hours): Busses: truly the tool of the Devil.

correction^

2005-05-17T22:29:00.000-07:00

here is the so called 'correct' spelling of some of the words in my previous blog (below):
because; fascists; hard; today; discovered. OK. Happy now?

^kccmofo correction policy: i'll do what i want and continue not being able to spell

I got the internet back!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-05-17T01:26:00.000-07:00

...and can't type properly cos I'm so excited. Ok, deep breaths. So it got cut off a while ago, those facists wanted money, I said that was crap and TOLD THEM THAT THEY WERE FACISTS, they didn't like that and said they would not reconnect me if I didn't pay, they were tough but I eventually got them to see it my way with some cold har cash.
I have to show you this photo which I've been wanting to take for a while now. I borrowed the camera from school and seized my chance on Sunday night. Now I just have to capture the plastic palm tree on Normonby ave. that lights up at night, then my life will be complete.
What is exciting me thoday besides the internet? I got the new Black Keys album Rubberfactory. Also this week I discoverd Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures after hearing them in that Australian movie Three Dollars, remember?
What I'm doing now: Looking up Sophie Calle (but not getting what I want) and The House of Tomorrow.
PLUS!! Freaking out about my photography folio due Thursday next week.

correction

2005-05-11T03:56:00.000-07:00

here is the correct address for the direct democracy.

A week already?

2005-05-11T03:29:00.000-07:00

Wednesday has rolled around again and here I am back at my grandparents having (like always) eaten a very nice dinner (though this week did not have an argument with my unionist uncle about Israel’s occupation of Palestine – his views being to the more conservative end of the spectrum than mine) and using their (rather slow) computer.
Now: Just looking up some artists for photography. Like Fiona Foley and Rose Farrell & George Parkin.
Today: Saw this today at acca, slightly better that new04 (only just). The work by Destiny Deacon was interesting and so too were the Koalas.
In response: to direct democracy and citizen controlled budgets here is this.

By the way guys I'll link to your blogs as soon as I find out how to have more then 3 links - and find all your blogs.

I'm back in action*

2005-05-04T03:21:00.000-07:00

Well guys it has been a bit of a wait. The post below this is one I got half way through writing before getting kicked off the computer, since then our internet has been disconnected, oh and I couldn't get inside my own blog! (something about an incorrect pasword) So there have been a few dramas. Let's get to the meaty stuff...

Had a class on Final Cut Express today, AUSOME!!!! I got so excited. Last year I used this program but only in a very basic way, teaching myself. So you can imagine how aroused I was by this.
Had a swim today, and they say swimming is good for asthma?
Feel sick and like I'm falling apart.
My studio art photography is ruined!!!!
Saw Three Dollars on Monday, it’s good and Australian (I don't normally go in for patriotism but when it comes to art, films and music I'm there) so go see it - before it is pulled like all local films.
Went to this site again, great!
Promise not to use dot pionts in next blog.

the little blog that could

2005-04-19T03:02:00.000-07:00

quote of the night: "We've had people with profound disabilities who've run for office in movies so I don't see why it can't happen." - Treasurer Peter Costello, Insight SBS TV.

So after resolving a few minor dificulties, here comes my second blog...

my first blog! (Don't get too excited)

2005-04-18T16:54:00.000-07:00

Well, well, well, I don't know how it happened. Its a slippery slide...role out the cliches. But seriously it was a moment of weakness, I was tired and susceptible and then came the suggestion "why don't you start a blog?" I had no excuse.
So,

My holidays: The two weeks flew by and no homework was done, good job me! However I did see a very good doco Guerrilla, the taking of Patty Hearst at the Nova (I've sold out already). Also saw irreversible on video, thanks Jim Shembri for giving it away in the EG last year!!!
Renewed friendship between Australia and Indonesia, does this mean we will be training their Special Forces again to kill like they did in East Timor, or like they are doing in West Papua?
A conversion two girls sitting behind me on the bus this afternoon were having:

1: Ya know, I ya we would ever be good friends like now?
2.Nah,
1.When we first met I never thought we'd be, like, friends. When did we become friends?
2.After I got raped.
1.Nah, it was your party
2.Why would I have invited you?
1.It was at ya party
2.Nah, ski camp wasn't it?

They get off the bus, well that was interesting.