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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Saturday, March 29, 2003 Might as well...never posted one before.... THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
Men by and large like to pump weights, women on the other hand like training with their own body weight.
Riddle me this: Aside from Disney type animated films (and even then sometimes), name a good movie that does not have any characters that smoke in it. Thursday, March 27, 2003 Random links in my demented surfing. The Tattoo Baby Doll Project
So mum is gearing up for a big trip this summer to Europe with me and my Aunt Carmel from Australia. I'm excited about seeing Carmel. England, France and Italy are the targets for this romp. I’d really just like to go to France and Greece but this isn’t my party. She can worry about visas, dates, traveler’s checks, light weight travel clothing, weather forecasts, travel restrictions, suitcase size and weight and which spots she absolutely must see along with the best tours to take. I’ll probably just end up in a pub to keep my sanity. I’m looking forward to finding the most nutritious lagers and ales. Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Humph- It's like the fucking crusades. While on 14, for all those who haven't been there. I visited the famous Mineshaft Tavern in Madrid for the first time (pronounced with flat 'a' and emphasis on the first syllable, 'mad'). a friend on you know who: "Christina Aguilera is wrapped up tighter than a pork link at the VH1 Big in 2002 Awards. The pop tart's swathed in a snug hook-front fire engine-red leather minidress and lace-up stilettos, with smudged black eye shadow that actually works with her skunky black 'n' white hair. And hey, you can even see her scalp, which is usually hidden beneath hip hats and scarves. Now, if only we could scrape off a few layers of that pancake makeup. Bet there's a pretty girl trapped in there." Into The Woods well well now... I've been thinking Mid Summer Nights Dream all day long, re-reading and note taking, but i won't bore you with that. I may be able to go on a road trip adventure if i get my paper done before writing period is over.
First ladybug and squirrel sighting of the season. Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Why do significant others often think they own your hair? Thursday, March 20, 2003
Reike would sacrifice his life to write the world's best book. I'm not so willing. Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Maybe because the weather is as heavy as my head cold and i can't see any better, maybe because the sleet reminds me of the metal of bombs and how countries can never be the same again, or maybe just because the dorm echos oddly now and then with only a few souls living in it. I'm willing to give over and i'm big enough to ask for help... I never thought i'd say it.. but, i want my mum. Swingers: Are relationships constructions and/or fabrications in the way works of art are?
Have you ever met those tortured people Songs that may make me cry for different reasons: Daughter- Pearl Jam Tuesday, March 18, 2003 On the eve of a dark dawn. So a short while ago Maia was telling me about her future self-sufficient private island in the sea for all the people she liked once she has enough cash to forget about the capitalistic dream.
I’m envious of the fact the men’s restrooms in the main buildings on campus have grout puns written in the grouting. ‘God is that which none grouter can be thought of’
Axolotls rock. Sarah has an amazing white one. He's very alert, inquisitive and fearless, which is not to say stupid. Monday, March 17, 2003 Break falls, break ups, and all break forms- break it down. Snowing and hailing on spring break?? gaarrrhhh...that's all i can complain about. Besides my libido killing me... *Sings 'My Love Is Killing Me' by the Red Elvises.* Friday, March 14, 2003
I bought my first pair of Carhartts at JR Clothing. They're like a pair of sails. Wooo! My pants don't have holes in them! Thursday, March 13, 2003 "Lentil soup is- mental fruit and- ginger root is- good for you..." One very wasted Apples to Apples playing nights (which thankfully didn't turn into a dadaist contest) i was introduced to Dead Prez. Alas, i missed them when they were in ABQ. Colleges to visit in the US: Oberlin, Evergreen, Vassar, Wellesley, Smith, Marlboro, RISD.
One of the few things that makes me feel uncomfortable for no good reason. Good names: Kane Dreams or Visions? I dreamt St. John’s was a St. John’s of Britain. My dorm room floor was worn red brick with dirt for mortar. Like an old sunken basement it tilted upwards towards one end that once had a shower but now was an odd empty side space with a heater, a water fountain, a mirror and a worn wood dresser. There were no windows. It must have been the beginning of the year as people were moving in and I was wondering what to do with the odd cracked space. I had just flooded it by mistake leaving the water fountain on and standing in the puddle, caught a distorted enlarged reflection of my face in the mirror above it. I could see every tone, wrinkle, and bump in my skin. There was a knock at my door. Wearing a theater mask one of the Fates would, a 4 ft. tall gypsy looking girl with a three quarter size guitar, a small vintage suitcase and a pair of morning doves in a crate stood there. She had one long thick black braid down her back and her head was covered by a patterned silk shawl. She was crippled and walked oddly and with a bit of trouble. I took all this in for a few seconds in silence before she said ‘Hello’ and came in. I knew then she was my daemon, or at very least a fate teller and advisor here for me. She never was bitter or complained about anything. Actually, she was often more active and extroverted then I was. Usually though, people their paid attention to me and didn’t even noticing her. The rest of the dream was running around with other students and my daemon in tow. Eventually her mask was gone and thought there was her flesh beneath; it was the same form as the mask- dark and murky unnatural flesh tones that were opposites and all twisted. Her face wasn’t ever expressive of just one look. Her eyes were always formless and blank black holes. Books to read before writing a Euclidian Play. “If you could just find the geometry in life, apply the algebra; you’d have the facts figured out.” Monday, March 10, 2003
Once again, your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness.
Eric, you promised me one of these shirts… Foul...Osturduckenpheasail? Forget Turducken, I want an Ostrich stuffed with a Turkey stuffed with a Duck stuffed with a Chicken stuffed with a Pheasant stuffed with a Quail. Spring again and some new formed conclusions. The great myth of ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’, I’ve often thought adults asked half-heartedly to get some more ideas. As if being you weren’t enough, as if one thing should be your main or sole doing, that the definition of your life is your livelihood. Really this school year I’ve found that I’m not sure I’m going for the truth (capital T) anymore, that understanding is inevitably overrated, as with pure equality. There is so much more than just me that I will never know nor be able to reasonably put words to. Not that the virtues of the Greeks don’t exist or aren’t important; there is however, the actual, the non-dualistic, and the experience out there and every day. It’s not that my sensibilities have succumb to some form of Hedonism or Epicureanism, (i don't believe everything i breath or think) but you can feel good and goodness where as truth has become a precarious point- the general locality of which I’ve probably rarely visited outside of the actual and textual of my experience. Here's lookin' at you kid. What went extraordinarily good? Has the perplexity of it ever disturbed you? Have you ever locked yourself away for a while to wonder it out loud, repeating the instance over and over again to no avail? It may just be over contemplativeness, but oh, what prompted it was fantastic. Don't forget that. Friday, March 7, 2003
Schite and Onions. Another johnny band. Only these ones don't eat meat. things i never hope to eat For Nico They speak in Freudian slips
Poetry beholds from all over- groping not blindly, or grabbing blind things but things otherwise in a blind spot.
Plays as symphony music- Act 1, then Act 2, then Act 1 again, then Act 3 then Act 3 again. I don’t think it would be too successful. Righteous anger that distills and crystallizes, not rage that blurs and distorts. There are several lines of defense that I just skip. It has to do with being so offended and insulted when a person thinks they have the right to accost me or any fellow member of humanity thereby invading and encroaching on liberties- or worse. Far, far worse. There is always letting them know they’ve made a mistake in assessing you but after a warning, gods help us. I can’t find myself so easily smiling subtly as I break a wrist lock, blowing a kiss or cracking a joke in their face. I’d probably just go for the wrist break outright, cuss or growl, unfortunately for both of us- I still rely on my strength and force more than other advantages I could develop.
Why long for what you can not know? Odiously then, because knowing is not the end.
I think I have a problem with listening to Beethoven. Thursday, March 6, 2003
HAHAHA little weblog, you are again mine- you dysfunctional degenerate little slutty smut pup. Monday, March 3, 2003 So many daily ascetically pleased with myself thoughts The authors we read and study are not the common man and never will be. They are the top and slim end of the bell curve of intelligence that does not fit well any other function of rationality, occupation or heritage. And here these fantastic people write about humanity- usually the largest chunk of people, if not the whole. Just by virtue of their reason and caliber I grant that they get things right. But they still have written great books- not good books, and are exceptional, not common. There’s a whole life they can never have or be susceptible to- and often just plain dismiss. Maybe this split, the gap that falls between them and everyone else is nothing besides themselves. If they had that- which is exceptional- I doubt the common would be so foreign.
Rumi was right. Hopelessness can be useful- instead of moping about hoping at something you may just go and do it when you otherwise wouldn’t. Nothing to lose, right? Saturday, March 1, 2003 My 2 main parameters for a girlfriend/date. 1) They are not a tutor or my boss or my instructor. This gets complicated and confusing. You never know where you stand and if pursuit is acceptable. Enter the epitome of unattainable and unrequited romantic endeavors. the best dumbest game ever rock, paper, scissors, ...punch in the face!!
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