March 2012
41 posts
WatchWatch this video. I was referred to it by a pal Flex from a group called Ill Skillz. Ill Skillz is made up of Uno and Flex, they’re dope.
What’s also dope is that activism is alive and kicking. Basically, what started off as a creative way to use some money awarded to me for work related ventures has turned into a young experimental advocacy project. We got to talking with Ill Skillz...
Unexpected Picnics = Unexpected Joy
After a disastrous experience with a horrible room mate, my gal pal Leigh had a celebratory picnic because she found a new, better one called Kerry! I did not know all of this because I gatecrashed the whole affair. Naturally though, I had an amaaaazing time (1. because Leigh is just splendid and 2. because gatecrashers generally have the best time) It was a day of wondrous gossip, trees, our...
Women, Education & Pterodactyls
Education is the most important thing for women to pursue aggressively as they continue their fight to be recognised for what they are: dynamic, vital, biologically heroic people. Men and women are the two wings of humanity’s bird, or perhaps pterodactyl. (I offer the pterodactyl as a metaphor because humankind is often terrifying, as demonstrated by this discussion’s necessity.) If...
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.
— Dead Poets Society, 1989
“How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?” — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
This feeling is pretty much the bane of my existence.
“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over...
Musings on: KONY 2012
Okay so I was viewer number 46, 415, 176 of the KONY 2012 video. Naturally, that number alone had me starting off with my hand on my hips (figuratively of course. Who stands and watches Youtube anyway) and my eyebrows raised pretty high. I mean, the average Youtube video is usually like 3 minutes long, what would have gripped over 45 million people enough to sit still for a 30 minute video about...
Climbing out of little windows to jump around on...
The Lister Building’s secret rooftop, a floor above the ‘rooftop’ where they hold parties. One of the coolest spots I’ve ever played. Glad to have been with two of my favourite people ever ever, my brother Bevan and my pal Ricardo.
A friend of mine sent me this picture (above) and of course, it appealed to me on that surface level of anarchic appreciation, rebellious shunning of things ingrained within, but when I thought about it some more I found myself liking it for more than just it’s cool, which sorta left me on the fence, so I decided to think about it some more. Thinking leads to writing so high 5 Keith for inspiring...
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
- Sylvia Plath
“A bouquet of clumsy words: You know that place between sleep and awake where your still dreaming but it`s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn`t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost...
“I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...
The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway . . .
He did a lazy sway . . .
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O...
First of March Haiku
Falling into dreams
Sit cross-legged, clear debris
Bide my time
“I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.’”
— Sylvia Plath
