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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

zines vs romance

Last year I made two zines. They were called four crushes #1 and four crushes #2.




In making these I did not hope to feel 'closure' about the often unfinished nature of the crushes that I had, rather I was hoping that physically making something would feel like an achievement that I could be proud of. I wanted them to be as good as the zines that I read. I wanted to actually like something that I made. To an extent, I do like them. It was rewarding to learn, after stocking them at Sticky (zine distro in Melbourne) that people were actually purchasing them, these small artefacts of my life, things stuck together with glue or doublesided sticky tape, things that were essentially scribbles or sketches, small thoughts, inane musings, wishes etc.

A year on, I am thinking about my relationship to crushes. Relationship is an appropriate word in this case: I would probably say that I rely on crushes to fulfill my romantic quota, never having been in a long term relationship before. Mostly I think I am fine with this fact, because it gives me license to look down upon people who go from one long term relationship to another (weak). Of course this 'means' that I am jealous and crave one of my own, but anybody who knows me will know that I am probably the most easily jealous person around(/scorpio), so this is no big news. Honestly though, I can't say whether I would be cut out for 'being with someone'. I recently read this article on Thought Catalog by Brandon Scott Gorrell recounting his relationship with his girlfriend. One of his anxieties (can't actually remember the context in which the following comes up, could have been an excitement) about being in a relationship was that you were responsible for another person's happiness. This idea is pretty full on. A lot of the people I know in relationships are not happy with themselves. I guess it is easier to make somebody else happy than yourself. Is it? Basically this concept kinda freaked me out and I felt good about not having a relationship at the moment/ever.

Detour: What does this concept mean for friendship? a particular friend of mine says "I'd do anything for you" (my mum says "why aren't you with him?" I say "oh mum, oh no") which is really unselfish and fantastic, but I barely know how to respond to that, can I honestly say I would do the same? I want to, is that enough of being sure that I would? For me, this is almost the same as being responsible for another person's happiness. Another friend of mine said that having a long term boyfriend is just like having a really good friend. I am fond of this idea. Generally, we want everybody - everybody being friends, family, possibly coworkers, pets, idk - in our lives to be happy. Having said that, I feel there is a place where you stop for people who are just your friends. The line that you draw for them is the line that you cross for your significant other. If you have best friends they can be the exception to this, but not always. I guess it depends on the person. But your other is significant for a reason, amirite?

It feels like I'm supposed to shy away from theorising about relationships because I a) have no first hand experience with them, b) am young and c) make sweeping generalisations at the best of times. I could combat that with the idea that I personally am a sponge and all the relationship ins and outs I've heard have become 'a part' of me, but I think that's probably a bit of a stretch. See c).

I think girls battle crushes on a daily basis. Probably guys too? Please confirm/deny.

Anyway I realised a month or so ago that having crushes is weak. It's easy to develop a romance from afar, to have an inactive relationship. Crushes are a good way to avoid stepping out of your comfort zone. You don't get rejected by crushes, having already decided that it is unrequited. Despite 'knowing' that there's nothing between you, without any interference from the subject of your crush, you are at perfect liberty to pretend that there could be something there. You haven't heard either way.

Perhaps I made the zines because I felt like something of an authority about crushes. At the inception of the first zine I believe I wrote "I have four crushes at the moment", and I figured four crushes was a coming together of words befitting a band name or a blog title or an album name or something goddamnit, I would not let them go to waste. So began the zine. I think I wanted to hold onto this particularly sweet as infatuation I had while on holiday in the UK and was reading Brother of the More Famous Jack which made me long for some sort of midlife retrospective about love affairs. All I had were those four crushes. Not novel worthy, but totally zine appropriate.

I made the zine and sold it, which felt good. In about May I got pretty 'infatuated' (hilarious typo 'unfatuated') with some friend of a friend. Despite feeling really optimistic about what little interaction we had, it seemed that either I couldn't convince him to meet up with me or he didn't want to see me again at all, ever, nothing eventuated. I felt bummed. Ergo four crushes #2. This zine was less optimistic/philosophical than the first, due to being quite jaundiced about my recent failure. I found it difficult to come up with 'authentic' crushes and found myself internally giving them ratings, effectively adding up to a total of four. I also figured that it would be a nice way to move on from that failure and to an extent, trivialise the matter, make myself feel like it was less of a big deal if it was nestled in amongst other stupid crushes.

As mentioned earlier, I only recently realised how easy it is to return to crushes. Not only in terms of 'finding real love' or 'fear of rejection', but in terms of your whole life. In the midst of a crush, when there are various items in my life that I should be focusing on, for example maybe finding a job, will I sit down and write cover letters well in advance or will I track my crush's latest movements online? Oh yeah. Totally weak. I guess I could blame the internet (well, Facebook) about how easy it is to do this nowdays, but maybe I could get a life. It's just that getting a life seems pointless when I already have an internet connection (and man is it hard to get one of those. effort expenditure=over).

I don't know whether I've been writing this giant post to try and convince you that having crushes is bad or anything. But they say a watched pot never boils (this idiom is okay because the Arcade Fire use it) ie if you're putting out mega crush vibes then you gonna get crushed gurl!!11!1!one!1! Well you know, if you are too aware of wanting 'love' then it will never come. (but do we expect love to come from crushes? woah) Side note: why is it that there are equally wise sayings that contradict each other? Like, a rolling stone gathers no moss, but also slow and steady wins the race? Can't think of the opposite for the pot. But I'm sure it's something like you've gotta be in it to win it. Why are these sports related? I want my eggs and I want them all in my basket and I want them now.

I think I'll try to stay crush free for a while, not only because now I'll feel obligated to due to my 'readers' knowing, but also I guess I'm starting uni next week and I should concentrate on that. (I  should clarify that having a crush doesn't actually take up as much time as university. But if the infatuation finds itself nearing reality, then you've got a problem my friend). I just lost myself in all those idioms and parentheses. Send help.

Maybe this ties in with this week's topic in that crushes aren't heavy. I guess another reason for me to stop having crushes is that I get really upset when nothing ever comes from them, even the most quixotic, and when I don't even try to transport them from crush realm to real life, which is most of the time because I have terribly low self esteem. Soo what I'm saying is that I should hold off on the crushes, wait for some of the good stuff? Fuck, or I'll just go to class or something. Maybe start a healthy coke habit.

If you want a zine maybe leave a comment and I'll hook you up.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

heavy love

home is where ever my mac book is

feel like being emoshunal is my livelihood

lets go get burger king

i just got tofu and soy milk from the supermarket (i don't even know who i am anymore)

there are 5 daddy long legs spiders in my bathroom die motherfuckers

i want to listen to transcription of organ music forever and never go to sleep

i suddenly yell I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH MY LIFE and you look at me weird

sometimes when i walk down the street i close my eyes for as long as i can as an exercise in fearlessness

i cry so much just thinking of the people down there


CHCH man, it's so upsetting. Hope you are all okay.

things I have done lately

-went to NZ to visit Stacey
-went to CALH with Stacey and Zoe
-met David and Eamonn, cool bros
-stayed a night in Wellington, went to Te Papa. Sweet as museum
-came back to Melbourne, went on 'spontaneous' bike ride at 2am
-drove to Horsham (3.5 hrs) with my friend's brother who likes house music/is a dj
-made macarons for the same friend's 21st birthday party
-drove to Adelaide (5 hrs), macarons fell onto ground and became pink mush
-found myself in the middle of an argument about smoking speed at the 21st party. realised that there are lots of different people in the world. felt bleak.
-got the train to the city to meet up with an old friend, had iced coffee in Rundle street. bought some falafels. wrote things like
sounds like maeve o'mara does the train announcements in this city
does everybody here drink farmers union iced coffees? (answer is yes)
I miss the indies
next stop 'Dry Creek' feel this sums up the trip/my psyche accurately
3 emos w/scooters
all my friends talk fast
feel more 'myself' after being alone
nice train man digs that I'm a Melb noob
will return to Victoria with cautionary tales
looking at boats, maybe I will go on a river cruise
it's so nice the way that water sparkles
things of abundance in SA: bleak ass parenting, iced coffee, rats tail hairdos
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return to Victoria. feel hurried on the internet. live tweet Mighty Boosh with Stacey
-make a hair appointment. leave photos to be developed.
-want to go swimming/write a crappy blog post of lists
-watch the news about Chch. hope.

Monday, February 21, 2011

TOOM


I saw Transcription of Organ Music (name taken from a title of an Allen Ginsberg poem) at CALH and I liked them/him a lot. It gave me 'that feeling'.




If you like it you should buy the album on their bandcamp. Or just download it for free. But the guy seemed pretty chill so you should buy it for some amount. I bought it for $5.00, felt pretty good about it because that's $6 something NZ dollarz.

It might make your life seem less bleak, or at least provide a nice soundtrack to go with that bleakness.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

i am the ocean and the ocean is me

For posterity, here is a less weird, more sensible, standing-by-the-river-esque picture of the team here at People Are Just People.

Also we are reintroducing topics back into the blog. This week's topic is Heaviness.


































Photo credit: Zo bro

Friday, February 18, 2011

warm

at night i put my dog out to pee
i stand looking at how the moon makes the clouds look
i think about how full i have been
but now kind of empty
it's a simple metaphor
like water being drained from any sort of apparatus
but you actually feel that
inside of yourself

i don't know life is weird
like what is the deal with stuff

the night is cold but i feel nice
i'm only wearing a t-shirt
and jeans

my dog is standing still looking at the sky
she is listening for something
so am i

my cat nudges my foot
hey buddy

Thursday, February 17, 2011

CALH 2011: Playlist

I spent several hours today downloading these songs that I found on the internet for free (although I did pay for the TOOM album on their bandcamp because I dug them the most). When I was uploading these I realised that I had forgotten to go to work. It bothered me because usually I'm so reliable and "onto it". I think being reliable is a really nice trait for people to have. Anyway, I showed up 2 hours late and the vet nurses seemed pretty chill about it. I have to go to WINZ tomorrow and it seems pretty bleak. I just want some cizzash aye. Camp was good by the by, but I feel like I've already talked about it too much plus we made a zine about it. More details about that later, and there will be photos when I can afford to process film. Anyway, here are these songs.

1. Nervous - Pikachunes
2. Less Chat More Sewing - Street Chant
3. I Am The Ocean - Transcription Of Organ Music
4. The Beautiful Young Crew - Lawrence Arabia
5. Landlords - Sharpie Crows
6. Te Atatu Ships (Live at Wine Cellar) - Hold Dear
7. My Mind Is In My Paws - Wilberforces
8. Bees - Caribou
9. Clandestine - Dear Times Waste
10. Low Shoulder - Toro Y Moi
11. Wicker Park - Secret Knives
12. When I'm King - Beastwars
13. You Came To Me Like a Cancer Lain - My Disco
14. Dancer - Tiger Choir
15. Remembered Light - The Parking Lot Experiments
16. Snoozefest - Coasting
17. Running Like A Man - Wet Wings

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

We're back-izzle


Now with 60% more ironic gangster

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

snide university ways


Ms Teague and I regret to inform you of an impending week-long absence from the blogosophere due to an important physical, emotional and spiritual journey through the heartlands of New Zealand (Neu Zealand auf deutsch). If you are going to be at Campus a Low Hum, please locate us and say hello. If you are not, we shall see you afterwards with tales, so many tales!

Friday, February 4, 2011

vacation

i would quite like a vacation from myself
and i can't think of any way to do that
that doesn't involve watching gilmore girls

get the hell out of here

i am going to hawaii
to get away from
my vices
my disposition
my motion sickness

i will just be an amorphous stace blob
i will just be real chill
blob around

when i come home i will greet
myself with open arms

and every amazing and horrible part of myself
will fold inwards

they will fall into me

me

Thursday, February 3, 2011

let's talk about getting rhinoplasty

sometimes things seem like a really big deal
then suddenly they don't
like losing favourite earrings
or not being able to fit anything else onto your usb

sometimes I think I should show more cleavage
or try to dress differently
or some shit
instead I will just try to smile more

everything is rushing towards the water
bark falling from trees etc
what if a branch falls on me
so what, I feel as meaningful as bark
nah really I do
if I think about that enough it really upsets me
but mostly I just feel tired

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I am the last of a lost civilization

feel like i am waiting for something indeterminate

i go onto facebook late at night and comment on lots of shit

on a blank word document i write 'goals for the future' in arial size twelve font

this morning i lay in bed thinking about things and out loud i say 'fuck'

why do i always cry when i watch animal planet

my sister has bio dome on dvd

feeling shit about things and then writing poems about it and feeling substantially better

i wonder if i am the kind of person who would enjoy doing a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle

on the back of the bathroom door it says 'yo dawg'

saying 'shit' and 'fuck' a lot apparently but trying not to BECAUSE I'M A LADY

the last 10 things I downloaded

every night when I am trying to sleep I attempt to think of blog posts consisting of lists. Generally I think of some really great title - last night's even had a subheading - and promptly fall asleep. This post is in honour of all the nights I have fallen asleep to listmaking.

1. Mermaids
I adore Winona Ryder and for some reason Cher's hair in this film. This is my current facebook display picture.


I decided I needed to download this cause I've only seen it once about 5 years ago when I was going through a 'must watch everything Winona is in' phase.


2. 30 Rock season 5 episode 12
This episode was a delight. I enjoyed that Jack Donaghy actually gave Tracy's wife a reality tv show (almost as much as I enjoyed how easily Liz decided she would watch it, I love how she is a slave to anything trashy), and this part where Liz and Tracy want to argue but they can't do it on camera because Tracy has to uphold a serious facade for the Oscars so instead they sing insults to the tune of Uptown Girl, which for some reason they wouldn't be able to broadcast. I realised during this episode that there's a pretty full on score - by this I mean there's sometimes more than transitional music, mostly clarinet based. This made me happy for some reason.

3. Gossip Girl season 4 episode 12
People think I am silly for watching Gossip Girl (which I will hereby abbreviate to Gossy) and fair enough. It's a pretty ridiculous show. The same old shit happens in each season, Dan and Serena give each other ultimatums, Blair and Chuck plot against different things and try not to admit they love each other, Nate finds some bimbo extraneous to the group who he dates for a while, tries to save his family, gives up and dates Serena maybe. Oh and Lily and Rufus probably squabble a bit about Lily being untruthful trying to 'protect' the family, Rufus feels alienated but also like he's the only virtuous one left. Eric is gay, Jenny is absent. So why do I watch? Probably because no other show can give me a sense of security and reliability yet still take me on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Yes I just typed that. I gasp a lot when I watch this show, even though, like in the Tourist, we all know that Johnny Depp is going to turn out to be that Alex guy - we all knew the evil ex friend of Bart Bass was going to buy Bass Industries and move to New York. Shit's gettin' real. (this is a phrase I say out loud about 5 times during each episode)

4. 200 Cigarettes
I can't remember exactly why I downloaded this movie. I think it might be because I am attempting to watch a lot of movies about disinterested 90s youth. Probably in an attempt to find meaning in my own life or at least connect with some of the themes of detachment the film may deal with.

5. Greenberg
I downloaded a version of this in early December and it didn't have the ending. I have all these weird rules for myself and one of them is about watching movies 'too soon'. So I couldn't rewatch the whole thing even though since watching it the first time I have read a lot about Greta Gerwig and mumblecore and I decided I really liked all of that stuff. Weird. The ending didn't really carry that much weight and I felt like I was just doing it out of obligation. The first time I watched it I liked some parts of it enough to pause, rewind and write quotes down. In hindsight, I don't really understand why we do that.

6. New York I Love You
I have not watched this yet. I downloaded probably because of Ethan Hawke and to a lesser extent Orlando Bloom. When I was 14 I used to talk about Orlando Bloom on forums where everybody would call him Orly.

7. Causers of This
If you read my last post you will know that I am obsessed with the Toro y Moi song Blessa. I hence decided to download the album. Immediately after downloading it, I listened to the album about 3 times in a row and decided that Blessa was the best song and also terribly positioned at the start. Stacey and I are going to see him play at Campus a Low Hum next week.

8. Family Guy season 9 episode 10
This episode is called something like 'It's Joyce Kinney'. I remember thinking that unlike all the other episodes in season 9, this one looked like it was not HD. Perhaps I got a dud download. I don't really remember what happens exactly, I think I was tired when I watched it. Basically Lois was a bitch to some girl in high school and it turns out to be Joyce Kinney who blackmails her. Oh yeah, Lois did a porno. Is anybody surprised? The episode resolves itself by Lois showing everyone the tape in church. Quahog seems nice.

9. 30 rock season 5 episode 11
This was a pretty awesome episode that involved Jack and Liz realising how close they actually are. It seems that they accidentally got married when Jack and Avery eloped and they had to go through mandatory marriage evaluation, which brought out all these amusing points about how much they are like a married couple.

10. Manhattan
I watched this movie in instalments. I am the kind of person who decides that she needs to fall asleep watching things but then gets tired and doesn't remember stuff. So I was watching about 30-40 minutes of this for 3 nights in a row. I recommend that as a tactic. I didn't really like the narrative of this film as much as I have liked, say, Annie Hall, despite Diane Keaton's consistent fabulousness. I didn't understand why Woody Allen returned to the 17 year old girl - wait, she's 18 by then - at the end. I didn't really sense that he loved her at all and felt kinda unsure about whether their relationship was a good idea. I admired how certain she was that if they loved each other six months was nothing. I felt like she was very wise, but didn't necessarily trust that as being authentic behaviour for that age. OH YEAH! And Meryl looked stunning. Just stunning.




Sunday, January 30, 2011

sometimes sundays are good

a drive home

stopping at a red light in new lynn
and singing to the flaming lips
and feeling so deliriously happy
just to be me

feeling liberated by my own loneliness
i am powerful

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Two books I just read




















It's weird, in hindsight, that I read these two books simultaneously. In 'Loneliness as a Way of Life', the main theme surrounds how we can exist as a single entity and how loneliness is not necessarily a bad thing.

p26: "Loneliness is deeply entangled in all paths of life because it reveals in sharp profile some of the most important limits of who we are and how we are with each other. It may be said that loneliness is fundamental to the very constitution of ourselves."

'A General Theory of Love' on the other hand says that we are physiologically dependent on one another for happiness. They describe love as a "simultaneous mutual regulation". Couples who take care of each other with concurrent reciprocity are more likely to feel whole, centered and alive.

Don't know how the book about love made me feel more depressed than the book about loneliness. Jesus.

A General Theory of Love was a better read overall, and as it is a very psychology heavy book, as well biology-based, it kind of validated everything I've learned in the past 2 years. Also learned a lot of cool stuff about brains. Thought the triune brain hypothesis was pretty cool. Tried to sum it up below.

The triune brain consists of the reptilian, limbic and neocortical parts of the brain. It has a lot to do with evolution, as each part of the brain evolved at different points in time, with the neocortex forming and growing larger in mammals over time.

The reptilian brain is all about automatic processes like breathing, swallowing and heart rate. We need this part of the brain to function physically, but not emotionally. If we only had a reptilian brain, we would function, but basically be "brain-dead". For example, if you shot yourself in the head and damaged the neocortex, you wouldn't necessarily die, you may just be unable to experience emotion or rationalize. However, if you shot yourself in the reptilian brain you would die instantly (not a suicide tip).

Next to evolve is the limbic brain, or the "emotional" brain. This brings the ability to love and experience emotion, along with the ability to play and recognise social order. We share this part of the brain with other mammals. The limbic brain consists of the amygdala, hippocampus, hypothalamus and thalamus. You know, all the good stuff.

The neocortical brain is the folded squishy outer layer of the brain which only evolved in mammals roughly 30 million years ago. We have the largest neocortex of any living thing. The neocortex gives us the ability to think abstractly, problem solve, be aware of ourselves and our surroundings, write, speak and reason. Basically, it's awesome. In the book they described it as 'a warehouse of secrets', which I quite liked the sound of.

Loneliness as a Way of Life is divided into four sections: being, loving, grieving and writing. I really liked the first chapter, and in this he explores what it means to be alone in every sense. I didn't really dig 'loving' at all, he mostly just refers to other works such as King Lear, Moby Dick and Death of a Salesman. It seemed really impersonal and dull. In 'grieving', he talks about his own personal experience of loneliness via grief by talking about his wife dying of cancer. I really loved 'writing', it is about how writing as a "process of discovery" can create an awareness of ourselves, and thus help us to work our way through our despair (or, loneliness).

So that's that. I'm looking forward to reading some sweet fiction now.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

two poems i wrote just then

my bike

all i want to do is ride my bike around green bay
endlessly
so i do
and when i leave my cousin asks if i am wearing a helmet
and i say nah
(secret death wish)
and he says oh yeah it might make your hair weird
that's not the reason
but i guess it would
i ride and think about how nice the wind is
i say hello to an old man standing by his mail box
he says hello back
i smile
i can feel my hands blistering
but i don't stop
when i ride my bike i don't have to wait for anyone or anything
i just ride and that's all


the social contract

my sister says i have a "writer's personality"
she says this to me via a txt message
i think "yeah okay"
but i'm also wondering why she would txt me that
and if she is congratulating me for my introversion
or passive aggressively attacking my character
i hold my phone limp in my hand
and stare up into the sun
sort of squinting in a contemplative manner
until my phone drops from my hand
and lands on the concrete
if i was alone i would have left it there
but i was with people
and had to comply to the societal norms and be like
'oh no whoops i dropped my phone'
because if i was alone i would be silent
and it would be no big deal
and it would be chill as
instead people look at me
and i have to smile and talk
drag

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

my 25 january 2011

my sister woke me up at 7am. i had a shower and breakfast (toast with marmite) and my parents picked us up. we went to my nana's house where her body was being displayed. my great uncle said a prayer and everyone cried. we all went to the funeral home and i just kept thinking about the television show six feet under. there were lots of people there that hadn't seen me this i was "this" big. we sat near the front in the 'family' section. the minister talked about god and jesus and 'going to a better place' a lot. i found it irksome because the funeral is meant to be about my nana, not about god. we sang some hymns and also some maori songs. i didn't sing at all. i cried during both of the maori songs, just kind of lost my shit completely. i also cried when we had to stand up and say our goodbyes to her and put flowers on her coffin. afterwards there was food and refreshments. they had some pretty sweet hors'd'oeuvres. it was nice talking to everybody afterwards. then we went back to the house and it had to be blessed before we could go in. a lot of people said a lot of things in maori and then we walked through every room in the house including the backyard. then everyone sang maori songs and it felt kind of joyous and nice. then we ate some more food and drank some beer. i guess we just hung around talking and things. in the afternoon me and my sister picked up 10 pizzas for everyone to eat. i accidentally ate a piece with anchovies on it and it was gross as. during the course of the day i was kissed by at least 15 relatives that i had never met before. sometimes full on saliva action on my face. we went home at 9ish and i went to my sister's house. we watched some of 'land of the lost' and i skyped susie until my battery ran out. sam rang me and we talked for 45 minutes. then i watched an episode of curb your enthusiasm (larry hired a prostitute so he could use the transit lane to get to the baseball in time, oh larry) and went to sleep at 10:30.

we parted our lips and reached from inside

at beach house kept thinking i could die directly after this and it would be okay
felt truly awed (word which here means 'very very impressed in a musical and visual sense') by victoria legrand
wanted at once to be at home practicing piano to become like her but also for the concert to never end so I could just watch her for the rest of my life
kept replaying on loop earlier in the day when I wobbled on my bicycle and felt like an idiot for it, had the brief thought that I am constantly embarrassed, considered that this might explain a lot about me, but ultimately realised this was an overstatement
2 songs in said to my friend 'everything is perfect' then realised I meant it, felt like the sudden buoyancy I felt earlier in the evening and because I bought a tshirt I was rewarded in some sort of karmic sense by the excellence of their performance
(obviously) felt really alert and self aware but quite complete and calm and comfortable about this at the same time, was unable to stop myself dancing in what might be referred to as an indie fashion
thought about (your) tongue as a specifically interesting part (of you); I have done this before, go away tongue thoughts [as beach house play 'I'll take care of you']
wonder what lyric I will choose as the title of this post, wonder if we will get more blog hits because of talking about a specific band, wonder why my friend zoe doesn't like them that much
figure that old fans might be upset because they played lots of new music, but rationalised this by the fact that the new album is rad
at one point considered that life might not really get much better than this or, that this was probably the fullest my heart had ever felt without a trace of doubt or anxiety, juxtaposed this with an earlier thought about humans attending concerts is a generally weird experience, laughed at us all a little bit, though largely continued to feel feelings of wellbeing (attributed to first sentiments)
raining outside, slight fear that the man sitting next to a drum on the tram might be a weirdie
fell up the escalators at the train station with a big grin. in toilets become retrospectively concerned about pimples that seemed to have established themselves on my face, specifically, painfully, lip-based
listened to atlas sound and animal collective loudly on the train to continue excellent mood
noted rain upon exiting train, entered 'hood mode' in dramatic ipod soundtrack fashion, affirmed my street was void of people and danced home to this

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

book review: the gourmet



The Gourmet is written by Muriel Barbery. I received this book as a gift for my 21st birthday. It is about a very famous food critic who is dying. He is trying to remember the best flavour he ever ate, then he thinks he will be able to die in peace. Most of the chapters are reflections about the different things he has eaten throughout his life, but every second chapter is from the perspective of someone in his life. It is revealed through these chapters that he is a terrible bastard and nobody really likes him at all.

the book is written with very descriptive language. at times I found it too dense to enjoy, which is another reason I think it took me so long to read. I read another book by Muriel Barbery last year called The Elegance of the Hedgehog and this was a book I enjoyed. It was more philosophical and contemplative, although similarly crafted. I found that I 'connected with it' more. I was amused to learn that she used the same apartment building setting in both books.

at the end of the book there are questions for discussion which I thought was interesting and unusual. One of the questions is "how significant is the theme of self deception in this story"? I have been trying to work out how that theme fits into the story because frankly that didn't seem to be a prevalent theme at all. Then I thought maybe that I did not read the book properly and wondered if the fact that it took me over a month to read a ~100 page book meant I forgot some of the details about self deception.