Actually, much as I'd like to talk about my Melbourne public transport experiences tonight, I need sleep. Suffice to say NO MORE WRITTEN EXAMS!!!! WOOOOOHOO!!! (Sax exam is this Thursday. Practise lots.) Yeah they were alright. Two last Monday the 8th, two the next day. The most crammed exam timetable I've ever been misfortunate to have! It was hectic, more so considering I was still finishing overdue assignments (and thus not studying) till the night before my first exam. Yup, I make things easy for myself.
Man, I had about 7 different visitors to my room tonight. People love me. I'm still trying to get used to the idea. Ego? Heck no!
Alright, public transport. I walked a lot....more than I should have. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered with the transport, just walked. Huh. Or not!
Blaagh. Stupid men in orange vests. I don't
Monday, November 14, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
[sing!] You....and me....and opportunity....
It's strange how stuff happens. Sometimes you think, "what was the point of that?" And then afterwards you'll see that it really was pointful.
Case in point, although not a good one. 2 people - Zoe and Hannah's sister - came into my room just then and asked if I wanted to go to Richmond and act as a zombie in a film. You know, been dead in an attic for a while, back to life, not happy, moaning, arms, garbage bags. Now normally I would jump at a random event like this (these opportunities often lead to even bigger, better and more amazing things). But tonight I'm a little scared of failing a subject called Impressionism to Postmodernism which had an essay due last Monday. Naturally, I haven't finished it. So they left my room to look for other potential zombies, and I thought "that achieved nothing for me."
And then it was that I realised something amazing. I'm big on this karma thing, where items enter and items leave your life. If something leaves your life, something different will arrive to take its place. It's not really superstition (maybe) because it just means getting rid of the trash, which is useful advice for most of us. ;)
So my food stash is a good example of this. It never seems to diminish, because when one food item is all eaten, something else tasty has arrived in the meantime. I was thinking before that there's nothing in there which I really want to eat. Then I realised that Zoe and Hannah visiting had a point. It had taken me one step closer to finishing one of my food items, and therefore getting another one, because I gave Zoe a piece of chocolate while she was here. (That may not be the only outcome, but it is one.)
At this stage I imagine you're thinking "what a useless story!" Or maybe "why not just eat the chocolate up or throw it out, if you want something else?" Well, I'm not a huge chocolate eater and I'd obviously prefer someone else enjoyed it. It's brilliant chocolate.
On another note, I've been thinking a fair bit recently about the existence between good and bad, light and dark, yin and yang, whatever you want to call it. Do these polarities exist? Or is the world like Voldemort says it is?
On the other hand - proof of the existence of these opposites comes in our generation, ie. our time. Recently bad rather than good has been a standout feature of our personalities and our actions. You don't have to look far to see what I mean here. If you're reading this, you're a part of what's happening. It's your fault. It's your dad's fault. It's our ancestors' fault, right back through time. It's history's fault. Maybe it's god's fault. What am I talking about? Morals. What's right. What should happen, and what we feel is right, as opposed to what we know/feel is wrong. There must be good and bad, because otherwise how do we describe things as 'feeling nice' and 'feeling bad', to give two examples?
"That feels great."
"Thanks, but you look terrible!"
"My friend gave me this jacket. Wasn't that nice of her?"
"Oh, that's awful!"
At the risk of taking this right back to basics, we feel 'good' when someone compliments us. We feel 'bad' when.... I don't know. This is where it starts to get hazy. I could say "when someone insults us", but often these days we insult each other without meaning it. There are other examples. Are these 'feelings' just random neurons firing in our brain? Can we really judge what is right and what is wrong from ... dare I say it... instinct? Do our natural instincts 'prove' the existence of good and bad, or are they not natural instincts after all, just history and religion forcing their values onto us?
Even night and day may once have been looked on as examples of polar opposites. These days we can look at the situation scientifically and say that it's just the result of the earth turning, resulting in an equal distribution of light and darkness over time. No big supernatural happening there. Still, night has typically been the time for 'dark deeds'.... when the absence of light allows one to conceal things more easily.
Technology in general has aided us in reaching this point, although it is by no means technology's fault. [Free and total exchange of information is what we are coming to.] For example, the more killings you see via the internet, films, documentaries, the more you will be desensitised to killing, possibly leading you to believe that it is just something unavoidable, the inevitable, manifesting itself everywhere; thereby leading you away from a 'good' or 'bad' judgement of killing in general. On the other hand, if someone you know dies and it has a huge impact on you, you may instead see death as a bad thing and nothing technology says will convince you otherwise. Every death you see on film will still make you cringe as you remember (subconsciously) your loved one and the effect their death had on you.
All I know is, I better post this now before I decide I don't like it and delete everything.
And if you seriously don't think there is more evil than good in society today (if evil exists, that is) take a look around. If I ever have to bring up children, I dread the world they will grow up in. I am not talking about politics. Political situations may work themselves out, given time. I am talking about the actions of my peers.
And I am such a loser, getting all worked up about this crap, but I am a human. That really explains most things.
Case in point, although not a good one. 2 people - Zoe and Hannah's sister - came into my room just then and asked if I wanted to go to Richmond and act as a zombie in a film. You know, been dead in an attic for a while, back to life, not happy, moaning, arms, garbage bags. Now normally I would jump at a random event like this (these opportunities often lead to even bigger, better and more amazing things). But tonight I'm a little scared of failing a subject called Impressionism to Postmodernism which had an essay due last Monday. Naturally, I haven't finished it. So they left my room to look for other potential zombies, and I thought "that achieved nothing for me."
And then it was that I realised something amazing. I'm big on this karma thing, where items enter and items leave your life. If something leaves your life, something different will arrive to take its place. It's not really superstition (maybe) because it just means getting rid of the trash, which is useful advice for most of us. ;)
So my food stash is a good example of this. It never seems to diminish, because when one food item is all eaten, something else tasty has arrived in the meantime. I was thinking before that there's nothing in there which I really want to eat. Then I realised that Zoe and Hannah visiting had a point. It had taken me one step closer to finishing one of my food items, and therefore getting another one, because I gave Zoe a piece of chocolate while she was here. (That may not be the only outcome, but it is one.)
At this stage I imagine you're thinking "what a useless story!" Or maybe "why not just eat the chocolate up or throw it out, if you want something else?" Well, I'm not a huge chocolate eater and I'd obviously prefer someone else enjoyed it. It's brilliant chocolate.
On another note, I've been thinking a fair bit recently about the existence between good and bad, light and dark, yin and yang, whatever you want to call it. Do these polarities exist? Or is the world like Voldemort says it is?
"There is no good and evil, there is only power...and those too weak to seek it."I appreciate there is a mix of good and bad in everyone. Does this mean that there can never be an extreme 'good' or an extreme 'evil', because everyone is a mix of both? That would mean there was no such thing as either extreme, surely, because if you can't have pure good or pure evil they don't exist. They'd be always mixed in. (I'll think more about that one.) That would mean there were (was/is) no God and no Satan, because they are personifications of both extremes, and if the extremes don't exist, neither can they.
On the other hand - proof of the existence of these opposites comes in our generation, ie. our time. Recently bad rather than good has been a standout feature of our personalities and our actions. You don't have to look far to see what I mean here. If you're reading this, you're a part of what's happening. It's your fault. It's your dad's fault. It's our ancestors' fault, right back through time. It's history's fault. Maybe it's god's fault. What am I talking about? Morals. What's right. What should happen, and what we feel is right, as opposed to what we know/feel is wrong. There must be good and bad, because otherwise how do we describe things as 'feeling nice' and 'feeling bad', to give two examples?
"That feels great."
"Thanks, but you look terrible!"
"My friend gave me this jacket. Wasn't that nice of her?"
"Oh, that's awful!"
At the risk of taking this right back to basics, we feel 'good' when someone compliments us. We feel 'bad' when.... I don't know. This is where it starts to get hazy. I could say "when someone insults us", but often these days we insult each other without meaning it. There are other examples. Are these 'feelings' just random neurons firing in our brain? Can we really judge what is right and what is wrong from ... dare I say it... instinct? Do our natural instincts 'prove' the existence of good and bad, or are they not natural instincts after all, just history and religion forcing their values onto us?
Even night and day may once have been looked on as examples of polar opposites. These days we can look at the situation scientifically and say that it's just the result of the earth turning, resulting in an equal distribution of light and darkness over time. No big supernatural happening there. Still, night has typically been the time for 'dark deeds'.... when the absence of light allows one to conceal things more easily.
Technology in general has aided us in reaching this point, although it is by no means technology's fault. [Free and total exchange of information is what we are coming to.] For example, the more killings you see via the internet, films, documentaries, the more you will be desensitised to killing, possibly leading you to believe that it is just something unavoidable, the inevitable, manifesting itself everywhere; thereby leading you away from a 'good' or 'bad' judgement of killing in general. On the other hand, if someone you know dies and it has a huge impact on you, you may instead see death as a bad thing and nothing technology says will convince you otherwise. Every death you see on film will still make you cringe as you remember (subconsciously) your loved one and the effect their death had on you.
All I know is, I better post this now before I decide I don't like it and delete everything.
And if you seriously don't think there is more evil than good in society today (if evil exists, that is) take a look around. If I ever have to bring up children, I dread the world they will grow up in. I am not talking about politics. Political situations may work themselves out, given time. I am talking about the actions of my peers.
And I am such a loser, getting all worked up about this crap, but I am a human. That really explains most things.
Friday, October 14, 2005
improvised foolery/clutching at straws
Ah, the things I could write about my life so far. Well, starting at last night, I didn't get any sleep, because my sleep glands ran up against an unexpected obstacle. My brain/body functions combined to discover that my nose was horribly blocked, and had a dialogue between each other that ran something like this:
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Brain: We're supposed to be asleep. Gawain got to bed relatively early, let's make the most of it!
Body: Uh, slight problem guys.
Brain: What is it? Where? Who?
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Brain: Which? Why? Meaning of life?
Body: Um, the, uh, breathing passage is blocked.
Brain: Oh, that's right, we have a cold. So?
Body: So if we sleep, we'll, uh, suffocate to death, like. Can't breath through nose. Can't breathe through mouth or it'll dry out.
Brain: Yes yes, good point. Oh, I see. Very good point.
Body: So no sleep tonight?
Brain: I guess so. Damn. Get onto that virus!
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Body: Will do. Should be gone in a week or so.
Brain: This is annoying. I was looking forward to another freaky dream like last night.
Something like that. I didn't get the whole conversation.
As for the rest of my life, I can't be stuffed. Next time if you're lucky perhaps.
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Brain: We're supposed to be asleep. Gawain got to bed relatively early, let's make the most of it!
Body: Uh, slight problem guys.
Brain: What is it? Where? Who?
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Brain: Which? Why? Meaning of life?
Body: Um, the, uh, breathing passage is blocked.
Brain: Oh, that's right, we have a cold. So?
Body: So if we sleep, we'll, uh, suffocate to death, like. Can't breath through nose. Can't breathe through mouth or it'll dry out.
Brain: Yes yes, good point. Oh, I see. Very good point.
Body: So no sleep tonight?
Brain: I guess so. Damn. Get onto that virus!
Sleep Gland: I want sleep.
Body: Will do. Should be gone in a week or so.
Brain: This is annoying. I was looking forward to another freaky dream like last night.
Something like that. I didn't get the whole conversation.
As for the rest of my life, I can't be stuffed. Next time if you're lucky perhaps.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
....dreams....
I dreamt about World War 3 last night. Or this morning, maybe. I dreamt we had to evacuate Australia and move everyone to India. But then there wasn't enough room, so we couldn't. We were all spying on everyone else, and the enemy was everywhere. At one stage I was rescuing my friends, and I was all on my own. Somehow I could use all these spells from Harry Potter, but I was fighting so many other people. And there were camels, and people died.
..dreams..
..dreams..
Saturday, September 03, 2005
I'm worried about drinking.
Is there any way to turn back? I detest the taste of alcohol, always have, except some mixer drinks are nice. These days I have something whenever I go out. I never wanted to be like that. I saw what happened to other people who went too far down The Dark Path, Forever Will It Dominate Your Destiny! Anyway enough SW, all that's left for me to do is actually get drunk. I don't want to do that unless it's with a group of close friends, preferably not at a pub. So I'm hoping once i've done that, then I'll know what it's like and never need to drink again.
Well, maybe like once every 4 months or so. But no more. Call me a nerd, but I like to know what I'm putting in my body.
Well, maybe like once every 4 months or so. But no more. Call me a nerd, but I like to know what I'm putting in my body.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
To answer Kubsey's question...
I quote an article in the Melbourne University student newspaper, Farrago (see link above):
As you can see, I am now enlightened on one form of 'spooning', but not on the "night before" type.
May I add that my college experiences have not included spooning. And I think my college is a little less full-on than Mary's and the other Crescent Colleges.
COLLEGE SEX EXPOSED!
by Lisa Picone.
The theme of this issue is Sex - how lucky. In this sneak-peek into college life, it will invariably surface anyway.
Ahh, College and Sex. Like Pubs and Beer, they can be enjoyed separately but are so much more interesting when combined. And there is plenty of pubs and beer involved: Sundays at Mooseheads [where's that? asks Saxman], Mondays at Naughtos, Tuesdays at Clyde, Wednesdays at dirty P.A's, Thursdays at Puggs, and weekends to recover.
The chemical fusion of young females and males reveling in their new-found freedom from home is further catalysed by copious amounts of alcohol, resulting in a crazy concoction of sex and drama. It's not only the science students who seem interested in getting up close and personal with human biology.
At St. Mary's College, population 165, there have been over 60 different pick-ups this year that I know of. Most of these involve only about 10 different people but it still goes to show what an inbred little community we are. [Damn straight, Mary's. -Saxman]
Many a student has been busted as they perform the Walk of Shame, aka the Dawn Dash. Waking up to discover you're in a strange room, you gather your things and hope no one else is awake, creeping back to your room. You think you've got away with it. But as you walk into the dining room, the sound of hundreds of spoons banging against the table greets you, adding to your splitting hangover headache. Yes, everyone does know about your little sleep over last night. We call this spooning (obviously of a different sort to the type you may have experienced the night before).
My personal favorite Walk of Shame would be a Mary's girl trekking back from Queens the morning after a ball, dress in hand, wearing the lucky guy's footy shorts and bluey. Pure class. Some notable spoonings this year involve our President picking up a fresher in O-Week (strictly forbidden) and a certain Mary's metrosexual going home with - not one, but two - Janet Clarke Hall girls.
As you can see, I am now enlightened on one form of 'spooning', but not on the "night before" type.
May I add that my college experiences have not included spooning. And I think my college is a little less full-on than Mary's and the other Crescent Colleges.
Today I will write about meaningful stuff.
POTTED CACTUSES!!!!!!
OR MAYBE CACTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WE LIKE THE MOON
BUT NOT AS MUCH AS A SPOON
Last night, I learnt that there were two definitions of 'spooning'. But I only found out one of them.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Today i will write about nothing.
Do I have too much on? Every blog I write seems to be full with stuff, and there's always more to be written. I look at some other people's blogs and they can spend all this time talking about crap, and their feelings, and what happened years ago and how they have nothing to do. Whereas my life is one big blur. It just rolls along to the next thing, and the next thing. All this stuff which I have to do, or choose to do. It eats away at my life. Some people would say this is a good thing, that I keep myself occupied and I'm busy with all this fun stuff, and I'm enjoying life and I'll always have something to do with my time. But I think I need to learn how to relax. Not to be lazy. I do that all the time. I want to know how to slow down, care about people around me, give time to them and be a lot more laid-back. I admire people who are laid-back, for some reason they seem to float around not worrying about too much, and ready to jump into anything that comes their way. Every day people want to share in my life, and a lot of the time I don't feel like I can give them what they want because I have too much on. Or i THINK I have too much on. Aah, structure! Organisation! The words my life was born without.
Anyways, just wondering aloud.
Anyways, just wondering aloud.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Thinking...
I think I left my watch in the lecture theatre. Don't know how though, it's never fallen out of my pocket before. And now there are incriminating photos of me plastered all over the college network from the op-shop ball on Thursday night. I may put some up for public observation on my Flickr site, but they do involve me wearing a horrible yellow item of female clothing.
And then my party last night! A joint party with Sowmiya, a girl from Ridley, at the Big House - this great place on Sydney Road which we got for free. We went to The Spot afterwards and danced. And I drank my first shots! Woohoo! No turning back now.
Listening to Frail, by Jars of Clay.
And tonight my family shouted dinner. All together, very loudly. "DINNER!" Ah, bad jokes. It was nice. I need to learn French, though. Voulez-vouz couchez avec moi? Or however you spell it? [ahem, that wasn't an invitation people]
I must go and do less thinking. One day I will write more meaningful stuff on here. But every time I want to do that, it ends up sounding clichéd and tryhard.
My sister is awesome! As is my girlfriend! As are so many people I know. Man, I'm lucky to know so many awesome people. I guess whoever you are, you tend to attract friends who have something in common, so you're always going to think they're awesome. Meh. That doesn't change the fact! Don't touch me there! That's not what you were saying last period of time when things get all dark and stars come out and the sun hides on the other side of the planet and shops close! Like a moose! With knobs on! Indeed.
And then my party last night! A joint party with Sowmiya, a girl from Ridley, at the Big House - this great place on Sydney Road which we got for free. We went to The Spot afterwards and danced. And I drank my first shots! Woohoo! No turning back now.
Listening to Frail, by Jars of Clay.
And tonight my family shouted dinner. All together, very loudly. "DINNER!" Ah, bad jokes. It was nice. I need to learn French, though. Voulez-vouz couchez avec moi? Or however you spell it? [ahem, that wasn't an invitation people]
I must go and do less thinking. One day I will write more meaningful stuff on here. But every time I want to do that, it ends up sounding clichéd and tryhard.
My sister is awesome! As is my girlfriend! As are so many people I know. Man, I'm lucky to know so many awesome people. I guess whoever you are, you tend to attract friends who have something in common, so you're always going to think they're awesome. Meh. That doesn't change the fact! Don't touch me there! That's not what you were saying last period of time when things get all dark and stars come out and the sun hides on the other side of the planet and shops close! Like a moose! With knobs on! Indeed.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Weeble!
I'm baaaack at college! Not at uni yet. But next week I will be, and I have the same problem every time I start school/uni again after the holidays - what do you do on the first day back? I can never remember where I'm supposed to go or whether I have a class or not. I'm sure some of you have faced the same moral dilemma.
I played my saxophones (alto and soprano) for about 5 hours today. I'm proud of the fact that I'm still in...sufficient. insufferable. insecure. Something.
Also, there are only so many ways to get up late in the morning. With style... without style... at 9.30... ooh! I have to be ready to play again at 9.00 tomorrow morning! WHY oh why? Did Lucy spin dry? Speaking of which, my laundry is still in the machine, I'll go and get it. Wait here, okay? OKAY??!?!?!!??!??!
P.S. I like these two, because they are so ME:
http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/question.shtml
http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/fishlove.shtml
I played my saxophones (alto and soprano) for about 5 hours today. I'm proud of the fact that I'm still in...sufficient. insufferable. insecure. Something.
Also, there are only so many ways to get up late in the morning. With style... without style... at 9.30... ooh! I have to be ready to play again at 9.00 tomorrow morning! WHY oh why? Did Lucy spin dry? Speaking of which, my laundry is still in the machine, I'll go and get it. Wait here, okay? OKAY??!?!?!!??!??!
P.S. I like these two, because they are so ME:
http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/question.shtml
http://whiteninjacomics.com/comics/fishlove.shtml
Monday, June 20, 2005
It's a piece of paper. A PIECE OF PAPER!!!
Hi guys. And other gender-classified humans.
I just found this piece of paper. I scribbled some stuff on it one morning when i woke up and remembered most of my dream the night/morning before. It must have been the 21st of April. Anyway, I'll read it out to you. [Ahem.]
And that's it. Some food for your thoughts. Actually, it's true - i don't have many nice dreams. Maybe ... maybe it doesn't mean anything at all.
HMMMMM!
And now back to my 5-week holiday.
I just found this piece of paper. I scribbled some stuff on it one morning when i woke up and remembered most of my dream the night/morning before. It must have been the 21st of April. Anyway, I'll read it out to you. [Ahem.]
3 aspects of dream on night of 20/4
1. We were all in some big church hally place, I think people were getting killed but can't remember. Anyway everyone was leaving. 2. When we got out it had turned into a zoo [outside]. We had to try and get to the car park, I think by going through the animal cages. There was a big enclosure I was halfway through when a bear noticed me and gave chase. I managed to get away, but I turned around and saw it munching through a small boy. Strangely nobody tried to stop it. I think the boy survived but had no arms, or something. 3. Suddenly a volcano sprang up out of the ground nearby. We all tried to run, but it sucked us towards the centre. We fell in, and were exploded out again (high). I think I remember landing. Nice, cheerful dreams!!!
And that's it. Some food for your thoughts. Actually, it's true - i don't have many nice dreams. Maybe ... maybe it doesn't mean anything at all.
HMMMMM!
And now back to my 5-week holiday.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Ah.
3 exams in 4 days is starting to seem like a bad idea. Not that it was my choice or anything... This is coming from me at 1am on the day my exams start... Great idea to start studying today, Gawain! Yes folks, Gawain started studying for his 4 exams beginning Monday - on the Sunday before. Well, they may not be too hard. 2 of them are listening (Mon), and one is a two hour written (Tues), and the last is my sax exam (Wed). So maybe... maybe I'm scruffed.
She'll be RIGHT!!!!@!!!!!
She'll be RIGHT!!!!@!!!!!
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Exams
Haven't felt like posting in a while. I have stuff to say, but no time to say it in. Plus, I have 3 exams in 4 days, starting next Monday!
Ooh! I made my first timetable today, I mean the first one I've made all year. Seeing as it's swotvac and all. It kinda worked. I got some of my overdue assignments handed in [shock horror] and I saw my name up on a cinema screen! Yes it's true.... Boat People - A Film By Alex Ries had in the credits:
ALL - RIGHT!!!!! Rock da house!
Cyaz all round [drawled].
Ooh! I made my first timetable today, I mean the first one I've made all year. Seeing as it's swotvac and all. It kinda worked. I got some of my overdue assignments handed in [shock horror] and I saw my name up on a cinema screen! Yes it's true.... Boat People - A Film By Alex Ries had in the credits:
Music by Gawain Davey
ALL - RIGHT!!!!! Rock da house!
Cyaz all round [drawled].
Friday, May 27, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
You know, it’s not as easy as it looks. Being out there, all alone, everyone staring. Waiting for you to start. Waiting for the magic to begin. The pressure - you know it’s there, but you can’t feel it, because you’ve been numb for the last two hours. The band starts playing, and so must you...
I did it! 55 words! I could enter it in the Age 55 words competition. Well, it's not really great. But I did write it in 30 seconds.
For a basic update on what I've been doing (or trying to do) over the past two weeks, here's the first paragraph of my essay:
Now that's what I call.... BORING!!! Just use some impressive vocab and they'll love it. Anyway, sorry about that. Maybe it will help. Help what? Help to ease the pain.
I did it! 55 words! I could enter it in the Age 55 words competition. Well, it's not really great. But I did write it in 30 seconds.
For a basic update on what I've been doing (or trying to do) over the past two weeks, here's the first paragraph of my essay:
The music of the 19th century was characterised by change, transformation and diversity. However, the middle of the century was, debatably, a political and musical turning point after which music began to move much more freely away from convention. In the later nineteenth century, music developed harmonically and structurally, while ideas about music and its role in relation to society and other art forms were hotly debated. The personal style of composers who were active during most of the century (such as Wagner and Liszt) changed to follow “new creative directions,” while opera was to be dramatically re-shaped by Verdi and Wagner. New musical forms were created, and nationalism became more prominent in marginal countries than ever before. The late 19th century was indeed an exciting period in music history.
Now that's what I call.... BORING!!! Just use some impressive vocab and they'll love it. Anyway, sorry about that. Maybe it will help. Help what? Help to ease the pain.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Everything you thought you never needed to know but weren't really sure - about my hair.
I've had a mixture of gel, wax and hairspray stuck in my hair since the ball (on Thursday night). I spiked my hair for the occasion (Mad Hatter was the theme), but it didn't stay upright for long, I put way too much product in it. By the end of the night it was flopping over my eyes. I got back at about 3, then for some stupid reason spent an hour in John Makin's room listening to Radiohead. I guess we were discovering a common bond thingy. Huh, bonding. Um, then I got back to my room and found a fantastic message Trumpet Dave left on my phone (he was exceedingly drunk at the time). I was going to record it onto my computer, but it's past 12 o'clock now and it must have deleted automatically after... 3 days. When I finally got back to my room I couldn't be stuffed showering, so I put plastic bags over my pillow and slept on them. Ugh. They were sticky when I woke up. Could be worse. At least I wasn't spewing on my floor, like some other people in college.... WRONG! I used a ton of shampoo Friday and Saturday, and the crap is now gradually coming out of my hair. I could do anything with it for those days though. I had it in a diagonal mohawk on Friday. Try picturing that! Well, there should be some pics on the network. I shall looky.
OK, found some. That took a while. Now to get them on here somehow.
Surrounded by beautiful women as ever... [ahem]
By this time the gel/wax combo was starting to give up.
OK, found some. That took a while. Now to get them on here somehow.
Surrounded by beautiful women as ever... [ahem]
By this time the gel/wax combo was starting to give up.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Hey! I'm a human. I have a life.
Attention Anonymi. (That's Anonymouses. Or Anonymice.) This blog is NOT for your entertainment. This blog is for me to post whatever I want, whether it be relevant, random, funny, boring, offensive or downright stupid. If you want to enjoy life, move AWAY from the computer. Step AWAY from the computer. And all other advanced technology, ie. TV, mobile phone. Live like this for a couple of weeks. See how you feel. If symptoms persist, see your pet mouse. Or mice.
oceanfootage.com
oceanfootage.com
Sunday, May 15, 2005
A wisp of sound.
I've been experiencing interesting current events.
But, I'm not going to tell you what they are/were. Hey, now they're PAST events. Let's not get too far into causal theory.
So, voila! With a ´ somewhere.
OK fine. I.... found the manual for the Yamaha Clavinova in the chapel. There! That's something I achieved. Yesterday was an interesting day, but to read about what happened there, you should probably check out someone else's blog... maybe Snipergirl's or Araluena's.
now to some serious work-ij! Ha!
But, I'm not going to tell you what they are/were. Hey, now they're PAST events. Let's not get too far into causal theory.
So, voila! With a ´ somewhere.
OK fine. I.... found the manual for the Yamaha Clavinova in the chapel. There! That's something I achieved. Yesterday was an interesting day, but to read about what happened there, you should probably check out someone else's blog... maybe Snipergirl's or Araluena's.
now to some serious work-ij! Ha!
Friday, May 06, 2005
International Tuba Day!
Apparently it is. A very Happy International Tuba Day to everyone out there! And rock on tubas! If that's what you do.
Great concert tonight. (I know I shouldn't have gone, shut up conscience.) MSO played Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas (from Fantasia, of course) and an awesome symphony by Vaughan Williams, 'London' Symphony No. 2. I believe I now love a lot of Ralph Vaughan Williams' stuff. There was a tuba in it, too.
OK, so... to summarise. Today i did lots of work (for me). Vacuuming of my room occurred. Why I bother writing this I know not, but if the little things don't keep us excited, the big things never will. Saw MSO tonight with Erin and Makin (John), ordered pizza from Pepperoni's (The Best Pizza In Town! What a claim!) which took ages to arrive, but was pretty good I guess. Good thing it did too, bcos then we were on the same tram as Rohan (trumpet, from Con) and afterwards Kytl, May-bel, Supple, Rob, Kimby, Sil all boarded. So it was a big fat college people party going on in the tram. Now May-bel, John and Will are in the JACE watching Indiana Jones. The first one. I like Indiana Jones, it may have cheese but it also has fun.
And now, adieu! Parting, alas, is such sweet sorrow.... does everyone just say that, or is it from Shakespeare or something? Keine Ahnung. Gute Nacht zu dir, Herr Tuba!
Great concert tonight. (I know I shouldn't have gone, shut up conscience.) MSO played Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas (from Fantasia, of course) and an awesome symphony by Vaughan Williams, 'London' Symphony No. 2. I believe I now love a lot of Ralph Vaughan Williams' stuff. There was a tuba in it, too.
OK, so... to summarise. Today i did lots of work (for me). Vacuuming of my room occurred. Why I bother writing this I know not, but if the little things don't keep us excited, the big things never will. Saw MSO tonight with Erin and Makin (John), ordered pizza from Pepperoni's (The Best Pizza In Town! What a claim!) which took ages to arrive, but was pretty good I guess. Good thing it did too, bcos then we were on the same tram as Rohan (trumpet, from Con) and afterwards Kytl, May-bel, Supple, Rob, Kimby, Sil all boarded. So it was a big fat college people party going on in the tram. Now May-bel, John and Will are in the JACE watching Indiana Jones. The first one. I like Indiana Jones, it may have cheese but it also has fun.
And now, adieu! Parting, alas, is such sweet sorrow.... does everyone just say that, or is it from Shakespeare or something? Keine Ahnung. Gute Nacht zu dir, Herr Tuba!
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
In time of crisis....
Must work. No blog. Must work. No blog. No, must sleep. That's it - sleep. The key to all our problems.
OK, I made it up. There's no such quote. I think I was looking for this one:
Anyway. How did that get onto muesli fish? [shakes head] Weird people there are.
Oh, and by the way... this is really worrying. Especially since this guy used to be an assistant to the president.
http://writ.news.findlaw.com/dean/20041105.html
Yes! As you can tell, technology and I are now friends. Gooooood friends.
"He who eats, eats not; he who works, works not; he who lies is a fool."
OK, I made it up. There's no such quote. I think I was looking for this one:
"Early to bed, and early to riseYup, that's better. I wonder what my grandparents would think if they read my blog. I guess our grandparents don't really know us very well, unless we live near them. Or maybe I don't spend enough time communicating with them.
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise."
Anyway. How did that get onto muesli fish? [shakes head] Weird people there are.
Oh, and by the way... this is really worrying. Especially since this guy used to be an assistant to the president.
http://writ.news.findlaw.com/dean/20041105.html
Yes! As you can tell, technology and I are now friends. Gooooood friends.
Monday, May 02, 2005
The highest form of art this planet has to offer - POP!
Whether everything has really crashed into little bits around me remains to be seen. At the moment, the best thing I can do is to focus on one thing at a time. Hey, both those sentences ended with clichés! Or clichès! Not really clichés, but sort of. Sayings which everyone says. Is there a word for those? Probably.
So, focus! Off i go! heehee!
And, as evidenced in my last post, I figured out why my attempts at creating hyperlinks weren't working - I had to put something between the <> >/> < \><> thingys. Now I know! And somehow, I feel a whole lot smarter.
So, focus! Off i go! heehee!
And, as evidenced in my last post, I figured out why my attempts at creating hyperlinks weren't working - I had to put something between the <> >/> < \><> thingys. Now I know! And somehow, I feel a whole lot smarter.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Lamentations Chapter 1.
I lament the loss of innocence, and the feeling of powerlessness.
However, there is always reason to believe that, in the words of Coldplay, "Everything's Not Lost".
Ben Folds rocks!
However, there is always reason to believe that, in the words of Coldplay, "Everything's Not Lost".
Ben Folds rocks!
Friday, April 22, 2005
Will you elope?
I just realised we're all living on borrowed time. And it could be taken away from us at absolutely any moment. That may sound clichéd, but...
Monday, April 18, 2005
THINGS I DISLIKE ABOUT THESE BLOGS (in the hope of a new and improved blogging facility)
The stupid hyperlinks don't work. That could be because I'm stupid.
Each post takes ages to publish, not to mention the comments. You have to keep reloading the page until it appears.
I hate how this site can't tell which time zone I'm in. It can't just give me 'Australia' and let me choose that option, which would ideally have all the figures for 'Melbourne, Australia' preset. No, I have to change every damn thing from U.S. time to my own. Sucks. At the moment it thinks the time is 7:43 am on April the 17th, when it is in fact 12:48 am on April the 18th. OK, I know, I have to get up in 8 hours. Hey that's not bad... but not enough sleep, somehow.
The format is most recent post to first post. I can see why it needs to be like this, but sometimes it doesn't seem right. Like if I want to read someone's blog from 1st post to last, I'm forever wading from the bottom of the page to the top.
The quotes don't work. Again, I could just be incompetent.
And other things! Don't you think for one second that just because I can't think of them they don't exist! Nosiree! Humm!
If you think I'm complaining needlessly about small things which really don't affect the rotation of the earth or other important issues, you may be right. That doesn't change the fact.
Each post takes ages to publish, not to mention the comments. You have to keep reloading the page until it appears.
I hate how this site can't tell which time zone I'm in. It can't just give me 'Australia' and let me choose that option, which would ideally have all the figures for 'Melbourne, Australia' preset. No, I have to change every damn thing from U.S. time to my own. Sucks. At the moment it thinks the time is 7:43 am on April the 17th, when it is in fact 12:48 am on April the 18th. OK, I know, I have to get up in 8 hours. Hey that's not bad... but not enough sleep, somehow.
The format is most recent post to first post. I can see why it needs to be like this, but sometimes it doesn't seem right. Like if I want to read someone's blog from 1st post to last, I'm forever wading from the bottom of the page to the top.
The quotes don't work. Again, I could just be incompetent.
the cat fell through the roof
And other things! Don't you think for one second that just because I can't think of them they don't exist! Nosiree! Humm!
If you think I'm complaining needlessly about small things which really don't affect the rotation of the earth or other important issues, you may be right. That doesn't change the fact.
A Tree.
Or rather, a picture of a tree. Just to make things in my blog really mind-blowingly EXCITING!!!!!!
It seems to have a bit falling off it, but I think it's quite picturesque. Yes, indeed. Buxton, where are those tissues?!
It seems to have a bit falling off it, but I think it's quite picturesque. Yes, indeed. Buxton, where are those tissues?!
Monday, April 11, 2005
People. People who need people. Are the happiest people. In the world.
WRITTEN ON SATURDAY 9/4/05:
OK, so many wondiferous conversations today. I must make some record.
Setting: Chris Lees' 21st.
People: Many and varied. Some from my past, others from my present. Others - who knows?
Food: Too much. Barbeque lunch. Good stuff!
Transport: Provided by my dad and sister, who were in town for the footy last night (Friday).
To begin with: Laura Clark(e), who writes plays and edits things and has worked closely with Mick Molloy on some radio thing. How is she connected to me? Well, she's Stewart Thorn's girlfriend, a name I vaguely remember. Chris knows him better, of course. I somehow could totally relax around this girl, and we had an awesome full-on conversation. I was just astounded at the things she's done. She had to edit this book about Neighbours, about the series from start to finish, and to begin with she knew basically nothing about Neighbours. But after 6 months or something, she knew every single love triangle and plot blemish from the 80s to recently. What utter torture! It was great though, Owen Cosgriff (who, by the way, now has a ridiculously long beard) said to her something like "you think you know Neighbours, Laura? Well let me tell you this, back in the 24th episode bla bla bla." And she retaliated with "well Owen, I think you'll find it was actually Coady who bla bla bla." I think that's hilarious. But then, Owen is. And she met this guy who's worked on costumes since the damn thing began, and who took photos of EVERY BODY. He showed her all these photos and filled in gaps in her storyline knowledge. I am serious, she tells me he was an absolute nutcase - apparently he said "this was, uh, I think it was the boom operator, ah, it was, um, Jeremy Smith, back in, was it 86? No, it was 91, that's it, April 91." I mean, for God's sake, the *boom operator*?? He had a favourite: he must have flipped through about a dozen photos of this one girl, saying "this is Kimby" - flip flip flip - "she's, ah," - flip flip flip - "you might notice she's my favourite." And as Laura put it.... "wouldn't like to be Kimby!" What a freak. What freaks there are in this world! Why thankyou Gawain. Don't mention it, Gawain.
Then there was Joanna, from my English class in year 11; Caroline Smith's parents, who knew me when I went to creche with Caroline and later on I had piano lessons across the road from them; Lawrie Folvig, the greatest guitarist in the world, who I haven't seen in way too long; Jenica and Aaron; Stew Thorn and Jonty, who both updated me on the whereabouts and doings of the old GSSC boys: Grantley (sculpting something on the set of Nicholas Cage's new movie), Jesse (doing lots of acid back in Bgo), Eldene; Meredith's many NCYC friends; Ali and Steph Turnbull, who were at Ridley a couple of years ago, and know all the older students; Kate, who I knew from Whitley college and WARTS last year; and of course Chris himself!
On my way home from this amazing party, Josh Lynzaat rang me from Bengido, or whatever, and proceeded to have a half-hour conversation with me on my mobile, while I caught trams, dodged traffic, and ran across roads. What a weird conversation that was. At the end I said "Josh, we've been on here for half an hour, this may be costing your parents a bit." At which point he said "I think I'll go now."
Back at Ridley. Dinner was interesting, where we discussed whether or not to trust people with first names as their last names. Apparently Davey counts as a first name too - damn. Christopher, the resident... resident fool, maybe, although he's more like the resident keep-going-with-the-topic-when-you-could-have-left-it-way-back-there. Or maybe that's me. However, he reckoned that netball lines were restrictive, that it was wrong to say to someone "no, you're a centre, you'll never be able to cross this goal line and shoot goals because you'll never be good enough." Or "your only purpose is to shoot goals, you can't run around the court wherever you like with the others." He thought umpires were bad because they didn't let people do what they wanted to do. "The players are being repressed", he told me, "and they don't even know it!" (This all got pretty metaphorical, by the way, although he may not have seen it like that. I have no idea what Christopher really thinks.) I asked him what a solution was, and mentioned that if there were no lines or umpires there could be chaos. He believed that taking away the goalposts would be a good idea, and there would be 'new rules' for netball, where there was no aim to the game - other than to love everyone on the court. Love in an abstract sense, I believe. This could get pretty boring, I suggested. What would people do with their netballs if there were no goals? He thought hard about this, then said "They can bounce them."
Anyway, that went on for a while. Then later on Nikki came to my room, asking if I'd walk with her to McD's, as she hadn't eaten since Friday night. Her quote was "I need meat." So there was a conversation in there, and at about 1 am Alex turned up outside my door, wondering if I wanted to walk to the 7-11 with him. This walking down the street was getting familiar, but I agreed and another pretty interesting conversation ensued. People, no matter how much they are genetically imbalanced (whatever that means) are always worth so much. Invaluable, you might say, although that suggests that they don't have any value. Quite the opposite.
That was Saturday. On Friday night I (for some odd reason) decided to help out the Theatre Sports team from college - we participated against the other colleges. Theatre Sports - let me explain. There are 1 minute, 2 minute and 3 minute games which each college's team has to play. eg. Our first round involved acting out a Commercial, for whatever product was given to us. In our case it was re-usable tissues, and you get 30 secs to discuss with the other 3 people in your team. This was enacted on a stage in North Court, overlooked by INU bar, meaning about 600 half-drunk students. The games were interesting, but it basically means getting up on stage and making a fool out of yourself. We weren't great, but we came 6th out of 11 colleges, and we had fun.
And now this post miraculously ends. Today (Sunday) it began being boilingly hot, and gradually the wind/clouds moved in, and by late afternoon it was raining more heavily than I've seen in ages. Woohooo! I jumped around in the rain with other crazy people, but i didn't hang around long.
Then, I played Ben Folds in the chapel, and missed my girlfriend performing in Castlemaine. Dammit. And I spoke to Stu.
If you're wondering about the title of this post (don't know why you would be, but...) just keep wondering.
OK, so many wondiferous conversations today. I must make some record.
Setting: Chris Lees' 21st.
People: Many and varied. Some from my past, others from my present. Others - who knows?
Food: Too much. Barbeque lunch. Good stuff!
Transport: Provided by my dad and sister, who were in town for the footy last night (Friday).
To begin with: Laura Clark(e), who writes plays and edits things and has worked closely with Mick Molloy on some radio thing. How is she connected to me? Well, she's Stewart Thorn's girlfriend, a name I vaguely remember. Chris knows him better, of course. I somehow could totally relax around this girl, and we had an awesome full-on conversation. I was just astounded at the things she's done. She had to edit this book about Neighbours, about the series from start to finish, and to begin with she knew basically nothing about Neighbours. But after 6 months or something, she knew every single love triangle and plot blemish from the 80s to recently. What utter torture! It was great though, Owen Cosgriff (who, by the way, now has a ridiculously long beard) said to her something like "you think you know Neighbours, Laura? Well let me tell you this, back in the 24th episode bla bla bla." And she retaliated with "well Owen, I think you'll find it was actually Coady who bla bla bla." I think that's hilarious. But then, Owen is. And she met this guy who's worked on costumes since the damn thing began, and who took photos of EVERY BODY. He showed her all these photos and filled in gaps in her storyline knowledge. I am serious, she tells me he was an absolute nutcase - apparently he said "this was, uh, I think it was the boom operator, ah, it was, um, Jeremy Smith, back in, was it 86? No, it was 91, that's it, April 91." I mean, for God's sake, the *boom operator*?? He had a favourite: he must have flipped through about a dozen photos of this one girl, saying "this is Kimby" - flip flip flip - "she's, ah," - flip flip flip - "you might notice she's my favourite." And as Laura put it.... "wouldn't like to be Kimby!" What a freak. What freaks there are in this world! Why thankyou Gawain. Don't mention it, Gawain.
Then there was Joanna, from my English class in year 11; Caroline Smith's parents, who knew me when I went to creche with Caroline and later on I had piano lessons across the road from them; Lawrie Folvig, the greatest guitarist in the world, who I haven't seen in way too long; Jenica and Aaron; Stew Thorn and Jonty, who both updated me on the whereabouts and doings of the old GSSC boys: Grantley (sculpting something on the set of Nicholas Cage's new movie), Jesse (doing lots of acid back in Bgo), Eldene; Meredith's many NCYC friends; Ali and Steph Turnbull, who were at Ridley a couple of years ago, and know all the older students; Kate, who I knew from Whitley college and WARTS last year; and of course Chris himself!
On my way home from this amazing party, Josh Lynzaat rang me from Bengido, or whatever, and proceeded to have a half-hour conversation with me on my mobile, while I caught trams, dodged traffic, and ran across roads. What a weird conversation that was. At the end I said "Josh, we've been on here for half an hour, this may be costing your parents a bit." At which point he said "I think I'll go now."
Back at Ridley. Dinner was interesting, where we discussed whether or not to trust people with first names as their last names. Apparently Davey counts as a first name too - damn. Christopher, the resident... resident fool, maybe, although he's more like the resident keep-going-with-the-topic-when-you-could-have-left-it-way-back-there. Or maybe that's me. However, he reckoned that netball lines were restrictive, that it was wrong to say to someone "no, you're a centre, you'll never be able to cross this goal line and shoot goals because you'll never be good enough." Or "your only purpose is to shoot goals, you can't run around the court wherever you like with the others." He thought umpires were bad because they didn't let people do what they wanted to do. "The players are being repressed", he told me, "and they don't even know it!" (This all got pretty metaphorical, by the way, although he may not have seen it like that. I have no idea what Christopher really thinks.) I asked him what a solution was, and mentioned that if there were no lines or umpires there could be chaos. He believed that taking away the goalposts would be a good idea, and there would be 'new rules' for netball, where there was no aim to the game - other than to love everyone on the court. Love in an abstract sense, I believe. This could get pretty boring, I suggested. What would people do with their netballs if there were no goals? He thought hard about this, then said "They can bounce them."
Anyway, that went on for a while. Then later on Nikki came to my room, asking if I'd walk with her to McD's, as she hadn't eaten since Friday night. Her quote was "I need meat." So there was a conversation in there, and at about 1 am Alex turned up outside my door, wondering if I wanted to walk to the 7-11 with him. This walking down the street was getting familiar, but I agreed and another pretty interesting conversation ensued. People, no matter how much they are genetically imbalanced (whatever that means) are always worth so much. Invaluable, you might say, although that suggests that they don't have any value. Quite the opposite.
That was Saturday. On Friday night I (for some odd reason) decided to help out the Theatre Sports team from college - we participated against the other colleges. Theatre Sports - let me explain. There are 1 minute, 2 minute and 3 minute games which each college's team has to play. eg. Our first round involved acting out a Commercial, for whatever product was given to us. In our case it was re-usable tissues, and you get 30 secs to discuss with the other 3 people in your team. This was enacted on a stage in North Court, overlooked by INU bar, meaning about 600 half-drunk students. The games were interesting, but it basically means getting up on stage and making a fool out of yourself. We weren't great, but we came 6th out of 11 colleges, and we had fun.
And now this post miraculously ends. Today (Sunday) it began being boilingly hot, and gradually the wind/clouds moved in, and by late afternoon it was raining more heavily than I've seen in ages. Woohooo! I jumped around in the rain with other crazy people, but i didn't hang around long.
Then, I played Ben Folds in the chapel, and missed my girlfriend performing in Castlemaine. Dammit. And I spoke to Stu.
If you're wondering about the title of this post (don't know why you would be, but...) just keep wondering.
Friday, April 01, 2005
I am happy.
Well, comparatively happy. I just finished my assignment (due last Thursday, i might add) after working on it most of today. That's not why I'm happy though. I was reading other people's blogs last night - those of my friends - and they often contained gloomy, sad, tearful, agonising, gut-wrenching expressions of pain and sorrow. And I thought, well, I think I've probably got it alright. I may be crap at a lot of things (propping up conversations, completing stuff on time, being places on time, not leaving things lying in random places, displaying emotion, thinking of other people, etc.) but at least I don't really WORRY. I know vaguely where I'm heading, what I might do when I get there, and that I have a few small talents which I can use to make other people's lives better. And I have a girlfriend - I guess that makes a difference too. Well, I know it makes a difference, but... not the point. Blergh, as Snoopy puts it. [shakes brain around] Ok, well that'll do for this morning.
http://davey.com
AL-RIGHT! My own... umm...... tree-caring-for company! Want Large Tree Moving? Not a problem! Need to manage and maintain the beauty of North America's most prestigious commercial grounds? Leave it all to The Davey Tree Expert Company.
http://davey.com
AL-RIGHT! My own... umm...... tree-caring-for company! Want Large Tree Moving? Not a problem! Need to manage and maintain the beauty of North America's most prestigious commercial grounds? Leave it all to The Davey Tree Expert Company.
Friday, March 11, 2005
The Long Trip To Tipperary Which You Can Take Your Friends On
Does anybody realise what a mess society is in? I have a lot of thoughts I need to vent on this topic, and here may as well be the place to vent them. Hmm... thought-venting. Anyway, I feel sorry for generations of the future. It all started at the beginning of time, which was surprisingly enough, on the 3rd of February. Don't ask me why. It's a fact. The Truth. What is the Truth? Who keeps it? Who knows it? And who is misled by it? Because the truth will set you free. Or so you think. Truth is, the truth is NOT everything. Hence the lowercase 't'. Sometimes it's better to live with the knowledge that you DON'T know, and that you will NEVER know. We search, but we have absolutely no idea what we should be searching for. Or rather, so many people have lived their lives before us that we know *too much* what we should be searching for. We tread the much-trodden paths of those before us, all the while helping the rest of humanity along to some sort of conclusion. Is there a conclusion? Surely there must be. There is an end in all of us, in all of Nature - it's when we die. That's an obvious end. Or is it? There is a beginning in all of us, too - it began when we were born. Or did it? Maybe there IS an end and a beginning, but they are so closely woven into the past, the present, and the future, that they don't count. They are endings and beginnings - or beginnings and endings - but they are only marking points in the great onward-rolling flow of Time. They are only a part of everyone else's endings and beginnings. And that's why the rest of us matter so much. No man is an island, as they say. But I'm off to the Music Library, so that's all for now. Enjoy!
Saturday, January 08, 2005
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