Sunday, November 30, 2008

C Is For Centre

Center |ˈsentər| ( Brit. centre)

1. The middle point of a circle or sphere, equidistant from every point on the circumference or surface
2. A point at which an activity or quality is at its most intense and from which it spreads
3. The point on which an activity or process is focused
4. The most important place in the respect specified

Saturday, November 29, 2008

On F Is For Fascination

Its fascinating how we get fascinated by the motions of nature.

Mostly, we marvel at the beauty of the slower ones - the sunset; the colouration transformation of leaves in Autumn; the overnight awakening of the closed buds in a bouquet.

But every now and again, we are witness to those ephemeral, fast and fleeting ones - a shooting star; an orange falling from it's tree of it's own accord in it's moment of ripeness. "Domp".

And then we marvel at our luck, and smile.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

On Americans & Soccer

yeah the americans never really warmed up to it
4:38 PM my theory is that it is due to the fact that tv stations cant sell as much advertising
  because unlike football or baseball or basketball where you have breaks every 3.6 seconds, in football/soccer it's 45 minutes without a commercial break
4:39 PM that is a) not financially viable and b) beyond the attention span of most americans
By Naysan R.

On Flip Side In Latin

The picture is irrelevant, but today i looked up the etymology of "vice versa", cos it is kind of a curious term.
The only interesting thing about it that i found was that it has been around since 1595-1605. And that the "versa" part is linguistically feminine.
Also, i've noticed some people pronounce the "e" in vice, so that the term sounds like some sort of Italian phrase. Ie (phonetically) "vy-se-versa".
(Ok, so the picture is retrospectively vaguely relevant: Jean Paul Belmondo's father was Sicilian.)

Monday, November 24, 2008

On Being Fifteen in Finland

Buddy Holly + Bob Marley + The Clash

I feel that the following hypothesis may be true: The colder the place, the more cultured the kids.

Friday, November 21, 2008

On The Hooves of Deers

[sawˈdade] saudade |souˈdädə|

If saudade were a film, it would be The Science of Sleep.
If it were a song, it would be Stéphane Visite Appart'.

a Sydney-sider :)



On The Edibility of Words

Joseph Kosuth
Kosuth says:
- Art is the continuation of philosophy
- Formalism, ie aesthetics, is limiting.  
- Formalist art is confined by the physical and neglects morphological context
- Form < concept
- Conceptual art is an analytical proposition. Therefore, it is linguistic in character
Modern artists remind me of Mr. Banks in Mary Poppins sometimes. Both believe it more becoming to exist in a perpetual state of point-making.
The problem is, if you're always making points, you sometimes have to eat your words. Because all points have exceptions. Except those that don't.
I really like Kosuth's neon lights, though.

Lula magazine


Thursday, November 20, 2008

is for
- MGMT interviews
- Maculate is the opposite of immaculate (news to me)
- Mary Poppins
- Mercurial
- Morrissey (thanks Piperson)
- Museum of Modern Art NYC postcard from Arezo
- Midway mark
- Mona
- More. Sleep. Needed.

Don't Panic


On Excursions

Shervs said Tel Aviv reminded him of Baz Luhrmann's Verona.

Tel Aviv is dilapidated and grimey, but lively and nook and cranny-ish.

This cafe was my favourite. It was completely riddled with books. Albeit in Hebrew. But it didnt matter, cos only their spines were showing and we were too tired to read anyway.

I drank a very gross tap-water mint tea, with a whole sprig of fresh mint in it. Mint tea is my least favourite Israeli beverage, but i needed to catalyse my digestion of the death-by-sushi-train we had just before. Shervs had an iced coffee. We talked about getting a pastry, but didnt.

Five 13 year old-looking girls sat at a low coffee table behind us with art books about them, giggling over their phones.

Some older men, mostly in jeans and brown leather shoes, sat around small round tables in the room next to us, their legs crossed, elbow on knee, hand under chin, in that contemplative pose people do. They had thicker, more tattered, and less colourful books by them. One man in a forest green velvet blazer smoked out the window.

Young punk kids with skateboards casually walked in and out for the whole 2 or 3 hours we were there.

We outstayed the 13 year olds, but not the old men.

To: Po

The same but different (better).


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Game

The Rules: Make the ugliest face in the quickest time.

Note: tilt your head to the left to watch

Not Here.

Earphoned music is the mortal equivalent of the super-power of invisibilty.

The difference is that instead of actually disappearing, you simply feel as though you have.
Instantaneously, the world around you shrinks a little. Things feel further away. People don't notice you (as much).
When you cant hear yourself moving, walking, coughing, start to feel like others cant either.

Also, the louder the music, or, the more squishy and earplug-like the earphone, the greater the invisibility.