Saturday, January 30, 2010

This guy really rocks.

Epicurus. The man who established the philosophy of pleasure as good and pain as bad. According to him, "events in the world are ultimately based on the motions and interactions of atoms moving in empty space.that events in the world are ultimately based on the motions and interactions of atoms moving in empty space."

Apparently - Although Epicurus has been commonly misunderstood to advocate the rampant pursuit of pleasure, what he was really after was the absence of pain (both physical and mental, i.e., suffering) - a state of satiation and tranquility that was free of the fear of death and the retribution of the gods.

"Epicurus explicitly warned against overindulgence because it often leads to pain. For instance, in what might be described as a "hangover" theory, Epicurus warned against pursuing love too ardently."

Friday, January 29, 2010

Here's to Burning Man Fest 2011!

Mustang, cross country. May-August, with a european sojourn in between: '11.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

It's nothin'. Just somethin' I learned over in England.

Birds fuck bees

or was it dads suck bees?
All I know is children's games such as Chinese whispers and duck duck goose should be played more often when drinking. More people should be pushed in the pool and you should most definitely forget your place.

Note: you will regress and giggle like there's no tomorrow.

The Aftermath

To the lady who gave me her water when I told her I thought I was going to pass out, thank you for saving me from collapsing on a peak hour train.
To all commuters on platform 2 of St Leonards station, screw you for not helping me, what part about a girl practically convulsing on a seat seems normal to you? Lucky for you I decided to keep whatever scrap of dignity I had by vomiting in the bathroom (if that can be at all classified as dignified) instead of on your pleather shoes.

Oh boy, what a fantastic morning.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The School of Life

I read this here and was very taken with the swinging idea. I mean, really, for swinging to be noticed and encouraged? I like it a lot.

The benefits of holistic exercise on both body and mind are manifold. But have you no truck with Yoga? Does Pilates appal you? Do you seek an alternative for which you don’t have to remove your heels? Then try Swinging! This gentle exercise claims not only to relax ‘both mind and body simultaneously’ but also – no doubt to the delight of Mary the letter-writer – to relieve eyestrain. There’s not the space to give details here, except to note that you should take your glasses off and close your eyes for periods. Also:

Swinging [fig. 4] should be done before a window and it will be noticed that as you sway, the window seems to move the opposite way to yourself. This opposite movement of objects directly in the foreground should be noticed and encouraged.

(Better Sight Without Glasses by Harry Benjamin, MD, London)

...ah but it continues...

If you’ve enjoyed entertaining the neighbours by swaying back and forth in your window, it’s a cheerfully small step to invite them round to play games. In our era of ubiquitous glowing screens and the relentless drive for productivity, it’s often hard to recall the vital importance of making our own fun, finding time to laugh and play together, and revelling in the truly daft just for the sake of it.

Revel in daftness? Always! And what a perfect idea for a public holiday.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Friday, January 22, 2010

There are too many images from this movie that I adore

Florals, boots, nipped in waists, an elegantly held cigarette, the beach in winter, a shack, rustic meals, coffee mugs, affectionate friendship, ink and pure love.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Gilbert Grape

Some people are just fascinating by nature.
This girl came into work today, she was completely intriguing. A very young hippy, dreadlocks, silent and in her own world.

I would like to know her story.

Let us eat cake

...drink the champagne and tumble down the hill.

If I had the next 24 hours free I would...

Spend the afternoon shopping. Head to the beach with my lover and stay there til dusk. Go home via the grocery store and make a a French styled dinner (with the kitchen windows open), drink a generous amount of red wine and park on the couch in front of a movie. Possible cigarettes on the balcony post movie. In bed by the not-too-late early hours of the morning. Sleep in til morning tea time, which I would spend with Poppit eating lots of teeny tiny sized desserts at a nice table.

If I had more hours I'd elongate this to spending the afternoon playing dress ups in an expensive looking yet homely room with Lou and Poppit, lots of champagne and falling down etc. Evening pool party involving frogurt. Waking up and drinking the rest of the champagne, but without the muddy face feeling you get from being hungover and trashy.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Glad I left it behind.

Sometimes I see peoples lives in facebook photos and think "Im so glad I'm not you"

Monday, January 18, 2010


How I see myself this morning. Possibly in less expensive patterns.

Sunday, January 17, 2010


I heard somewhere that you are constantly trying to recreate the relationships you had as a child.


From marshland to moving veins and silvery translucent films over everybody's skin that revealed itself as 60s wallpaper patterns when looked at closely enough.
The constant struggle between the filth and the positive. All the lifestyle representations of each translated as both sides of ones soul. Moving rainbow stars and a fairground.
The realisation that its all circular. Pure love revealed as salvation and truth. Getting lost and finding the humour again.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Living a stranger's life

Would I feel more myself with a veggie patch and a home in the country?

Good books, close by friends, love and growing vegetables to look at. A nearby winery with a jazz band on Sundays.

A friend of mine last night told me to be the experience you wish you had had. The magic. The warehouse party that didn't exist. The travelling burlesque star with run down suitcases and jewels falling out like entrails.
For me right now, it would be being the maturity I hate others for not having and the playfulness that they are too "clever" to ever have. I would be the acceptance and leeway that no-one else seems to give. The love that doesn't falter. The unquestioning belief in myself that only my mother has ever given me. I would be the perfection in the acid trip that comes to beautiful conclusions about life, the classic that lives up to its name, the beauty that is brigitte bardot's blonde hair, the daisy chain that reminds me of all things that matter and the duck that when I see, makes me feel whole.

On my list

Friday, January 15, 2010

Words blurbs herds

"a spreading wave of relaxation slackening the muscles away from the bones so that you seem to float without outlines, like lying in warm salt water."

I like the idea of not having outlines.

Also imagine if we all had the same face. What would it look like?

Having spent two hours on public transport THIS is what I come up with. There is definately something wrong with me.

60's Minx

I will never stop trying to embody it in someone's backyard on a Thursday night. With wine.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

You have no power over me

P.S. Your dog keeps pissing on my clothes.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010

Zip it or Unzip?

Whatever this is, what I'm doing now, clearly isn't working out for me. I don't really know what the desired (side) effect was other than instilling some sort of fear (of me) in those around me.
At some point I'm meant to just succumb to the power of the universe. Problem is I don't trust the universe or most of the people in it.

Fuck it, maybe I should just use buttons.

Sunday, January 10, 2010


I'm quite sure the sane part of me is in Germany.
Leaving me almost completely mental.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

The thing I am most afraid of

is the space between you and I.

Monday, January 4, 2010

My New Years Resolution

To be less like Woody Allen and more like Kelly Taylor.