| Living simple |
[Dec. 19th, 2007|11:12 am] |
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Life is simple when you have a job you enjoy, and you don't aspire to anything beyond it. When you forget about aesthetic, the position of the subject within the frame, or the lexical worth of a sentence. Life is simple when you smile and nod, let different people show you the same thing over and over again, become stoppered by attitudes you would otherwise object to, become a blank slate rather than judging. Life is simple when you don't think much, move on when you've nothing left to say, or else stand in a group of similarly absent individuals, breathing in the night shift night air. There's more light behind the eyes than you would expect from a simple life, a lack of ideas, and a low paying job. Shows what I used to know. Artless wonder doesn't come from complex lives. It doesn't come from pondering, dating girls, artistic pursuit, or searching for it as a pastime. It comes from living simple. Driving a long way for little pay (because the roads are pretty, and the job is nice.) It comes from doing little and having little to say.. and embracing that absence.. instead of filling it with unfelt words and actions. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2007|02:59 pm] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In March I put gum in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nedroidcomics's hair (-12 points). Last month teacupbandits and I robbed a bank (-50 points). Last Tuesday I helped shug94 hide a body (-173 points). In November I committed genocide... Sorry about that, quittingtheday (-5000 points). In September I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5243 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!
Sincerely,
starsisee |
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[Nov. 21st, 2007|01:41 pm] |
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I just saw a lizard climb up a cobweb. No feet on the ground, just climbing up the cobweb. How good is that? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2007|02:53 pm] |
No that's okay, Google Talk. Don't tell me when I get an e-mail. That's fine. You've got a lot on your mind. MSN. Possibly some Yahoo client. It's very hard to keep up in this digital age of light-speed progress and horse-power updates. You take the day off. I won't tell anyone.
Oh and Gmail.. Gmail! I wanted to talk to you. It's great how you no longer give me the option to turn off the chat box. What's that? I can turn off chat if I click on 'Older version'? And I have to click on 'Older version' everytime I load the page? That's great man, thanks. That's very helpful.
Today's winner of not-crap-in-at-least-a-hundred-thousand-ways (internet division) is Centerlink. Painless online allowance renewal? Yes please. And thank you.
Edit: That first one is bunk.. it just doesn't make a jingle when I get them. Useless. My room isn't large, but rarely is the bottom-right-hand-corner of my monitor in my peripherens vision.
Another edit: To add to that second one - Gmail - stop harassing me everytime I try to leave the website! You're sending some secret signals in the background? Even though I've been idle for the last ten minutes? I don't care! Just let me surf to Facebook so I can refresh that for a while! |
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[Nov. 4th, 2007|12:50 pm] |
I couldn't help myself. Click on the image for the original comic (unless he has updated). |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2007|01:22 pm] |
It is only 12:30, and my head is already so full of study that motivation wanes. I would like to end the academic portion of my day, but I would not be satisfied if I did.
Every day is outlined by crows or magpies lately, birds that Jon and I take an interest in over activity or interaction. There is a newborn maggie who can't take off, and rooted to the spot, wakes me up at 6am consistently. And there is a young crow by the psych building - near the wooden beast I often pass, but rarely take in - abstract art of the lowest interpretive value, offering nothing other than itself - a hunk of unmoving, aesthetically appealing, entirely unthinking, unfeeling, disaster - the epitome of semantic absence portrayed through art - functionless to the extreme - and just another object to avoid on the physical plane and walkway from A to B. The crow doesn't do anything with the style or finesse of experience. It is beyond the explanatory ease of simple curiosity - how fun it is to watch it learn its legs, or hunt for food under the eye and inspection of nearby friends.
There are too many games, Christmas season. Bioshock, Gears of War, Orange Box, Crysis, Sam and Max, Super Mario Galaxy, Guitar Hero III, and Fire Emblem - Radiant Dawn. How am I supposed to decide from these? |
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[Oct. 29th, 2007|12:52 am] |
Today I am finding out how many marks I need in my exams, to achieve an HD in each of my subjects. I need 82% or more in the Contemporary Issues exam (impossible), and 66% in the Psychological Testing exam (probable). This is the sort of scenario that inspires both fright and delight in the participant of the scenario (me).
On the weekend, my grand-dad told me a story. He was looking for this place, right, to fix the gas on his car. He couldn't find it, so he decided to drive home and ride back on his bike, because he was wasting petrol. On the way it started to rain and gale, so he had to take shelter under an awning. He couldn't find the place though, so he rode back home. When he got back, he sat down at the table to ponder the situation, and fell asleep for five hours. So on Sunday, we all got in the car to go looking for this place. And remember the awning he stood under to hide from the rain? It was the awning for the place he was looking for! Hahaha. And there was a dog there.
Yesterday, I went to a play, and Laura was there. Also, Owen was there. I got some bread. And now the bread is in my car. One of the plays was so weird that I didn't even bother figuring it out. I just got some emotions from its various elements, and some bread, and that was that. If you want to know what I think a good sentence is, it is "I got some bread from its various elements." Top that. Or rather, tip-top that. Oh yeah. I am going to get sued.
Today I handed in my dissertation and my masters applications. Nothing really happened other than that. Some lady was sitting on the ground. It wasn't that interesting. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2007|05:43 am] |
Misconception isn't that popular.
In fact, it's my new worst enemy. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
At 7am my sleep was broken, by a dream of great emotion.
Bitterness it bit me, and I stumbled out of bed.
'A walk' I thought, it took me
And beneath the bridge it shook me
If you want to be a friend then be a friend
I got up at 7 on Thursday and went for a walk. The morning sky is really something to see. It's blue in a way that isn't alluded to by night or midday. I saw dolphins, and Nish, and we discussed dissertations.
Today everything was beautiful. The pattern and colour of trees, as seen at night, on the blinds, through the fly-screen. The wind on the street. The words that I wrote on my feet ("There is no shoe") that shouldn't be mistaken as deep (I wasn't wearing any shoes). The balloon attached to a vine, instead of a string. The secret seat in a concrete circle near I.T. And the paper I left on a desk that said: "DON'T EXPECT" and "EVERYTHING IS INCOMPLETE".
Tonight my wipers don't work. But there's a fantastic opera on classic FM. And Jon is going to brave the wet-weather and 30 minutes of street between here and Hilaries. Maybe we'll watch Jaynestown... |
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[Oct. 4th, 2007|03:08 pm] |
I am at peace today, and easy with issues that should probably perturb. I hope that this freedom from fathom and feeling is a resolution. But I fear it is only a respite - and that when study's stress creeps in, or relationships complicate or sour due to rudimentary things, I will be flooded with thoughts thought forgotten. But how does one resolve these complex problems, other than to run to rancor or give in? Simple discussion may serve to be the dog and lazy jailer. If the mind's bars fall again, this will be the means I seek to initiate an end.
Now, later in the day, I feel guilty for my peace. Like playing hot potato with what ails, my burden burnt the shoulders of another. I should have found a way to douse - but how? And why does sharing a burden not always solve it? Though - perhaps the solving is still in the making. Still, I feel lousy that the burden caused another discomfort, and hope ill feeling ended when the burden was rebound. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2007|02:15 pm] |
It was back in 1849,
At the Springfield Golden Nugget Mine,
That my great-grandma Dolores saved the day,
When she propped the shaft and saved the lives,
Of the other forty Springfield wives,
When all my grandpa's buddies ran away
The menfolk found their women scary,
Cos they were so big and hairy,
They thought of dynamite to seal them in
Gramps was known as 'Chapped Lips Calhoun',
He was in the local saloon,
In came Billy-Joe Walton through the door,
He said "They've blown the Golden Nugget!"
My grandaddy said "Oh ....darn it!"
"You've buried my Dolores, my sweet little golden 'ore"
( Swing it, son ) |
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[Sep. 9th, 2007|04:25 pm] |
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I just put some baaaad incense on. Stunk up the house, and filled up my lungs like 8 cigarettes smoked in a row. Have you ever done that? It's like breathing B2. Which is the periodic symbol for a brick. It's like breathing a brick man. Something solid. Also my eyes sting, and I'm tired. The incense did all this. The incense. Oh man. Oh maaaan.
Umm. Here are some lines from the play I saw twice last week.
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Nah I can't think of any. It was really good though. Hahaha, dancing to the on-hold music.
I think I'm going to be sick. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2007|01:52 am] |
UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA! |
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[Aug. 30th, 2007|07:45 pm] |
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| | Last Exile - Over The Sky | ] |
I'm going to do something uncharacteristic and write a post that isn't vague nonsense, things I'm eating, or stuff I'm going to wear. On that note - revelation - I didn't wear a shirt that day. It was way too cold. But everyone's responses were hilarious and made of win.
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My iPod is corrupted and iTunes won't download whatever it needs to fix it.
My lecturer messed up the data file for our assignment again, so I had to re-do ALL of my analyses..
..AFTER fixing up the mess she made of the revised file.
Had to cancel work to work on the above.
Net is capped. Dr Katz download is soooo sloooow.
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Slept in till 10:30.
Weather was nice.
Got a lot of work done.
Reflected on a nice night.
I took a mid-dinner nap the other day. Just fell asleep in the middle of dinner and then woke up and kept eating. It was pretty great.
I thought of this great idea for a car today. It's a car, right. But unlike most cars, its steering wheel can lock while the engine is going. So it would be all like "oh no, I turned the wheel too far while going around this corner. ahhh." And you'd run into things.
I thought of this great idea for an art movement too. You start drawing something right, like a tree, but then someone gets angry at you and you have to move to another place. Like, maybe they thought you were drawing them because they were sitting in front of the tree. Okay. But you want to keep drawing it, so you walk away and finish the drawing from like, a completely different vantage point. It would probably look pretty weird.
Anneke and I were discussing last night what you are if you have force powers but you're not a jedi or a sith. I mean, what if you just hate both sides? What if you think the jedi are a bunch of corrupt, self-righteous pricks, but you think the sith are power hungry bastards? What's the name for what you are? Why is there no name for it? Has anyone read any EU? Is it any good? |
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[Aug. 28th, 2007|02:04 pm] |
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I am going to wear a shirt today. |
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tired