Sunday, July 24, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
mooBlog 18-7-2011: Coughing it all up...
- I save money. This is a pretty big thing. Since I quit my job about two months ago, I've been struggling financially, so stopping smoking will help me to at least make my budget stretch further. I may even be able to improve on my diet of mi goreng and dim sims.
- I won't stink. Funny how when I'm smoking I love the smell of a cigarette. Today, walking around, every time I encounter the odour of smoke, I'm repulsed. I can't imagine how I smell when I'm off being a full-on chimney.
- I save time. Funny, it's not something that I've thought about a lot, but in hindsight, it's pretty true that smoking actually takes up time. For me, sometimes that's the attraction; when I'm bored, wating, etc, it is very easy to just light up. Today though, I was working at uni. Instead of having to take a break every 60 to 90 minutes, sometimes for up to 10 minutes, I'm able to get a hell of a lot more done in the same amount of time.
- Fitness. The day after I stopped, I realised that it was the first day that I hadn't woken up coughing in a long time. Although I've got a long way to go, my renewed (albeit a little minimal) energy levels have allowed me to start doing things I really couldn't be fucked doing before. For instance, I've been for a skate for the last two days. About eight or so months ago, I bought a skateboard, and after using it only once, I haven't even touched it since. That is, until the other day, when I was bored, full of energy, and wanted to finally get around to getting a skill that I've longed for for over a decade now. (Funny how when I get to the age where most people would stop trying to do new things, I take them up.)
- I may even lengthen my life. This will be a good thing. I'll get to spend more time with my friends. I'll get to have more years to fight the system of capitalism. I'll have more time to travel, write, draw, explore, read, design and simply live my life.
Friday, July 15, 2011
mooBlog 15-7-2011: The music on the shuffle is becoming a pattern (oh) I don't know what that is.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
mooBlog 10-7-2011: Oh, the walls we build!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
mooBlog 29-6-2011: The present (is a gift)
Has to be a sign not to dwell on that which can be taken away, but that which we have now. Tomorrow is an uncertainty, but today is real.
The clip is pretty chilling too. Heart goes out to all the families who due to the financial crisis have had their homes taken.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Ode to bad behaviour
I smoke too much,
I worry too much,
I stress too much,
I drink too much,
I procrastinate too much,
I think too much,
... or do I?
I talk too much,
I walk too... infrequently,
I eat too much,
I stare too much,
I yell too much,
I sleep too much.
I bite my fingernails...
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
mooBlog 26-4-2011: Your Anger Is A Gift
Your Anger Is A Gift (Title taken from the song "Freedom" by Rage Against the Machine)
How would you feel
being locked up like veal,
and treated as an animal?
Detaining refugees is criminal.
Ol' Swanny says it's insensitive
to set alight these camps.
But their treatment gives no incentive
To submit to their sordid clamps
We gotta get to grips with this situation.
The pigs bring the battens to every demonstration.
"That'll teach these lefties!" is the forces cry.
But your brutality gives us more reason to defy!
And what is the crime these refugees have committed?
Absolutely nothing, so they shouldn't be incarcerated.
They're just fleeing the bombs out own government drops.
No wonder we hate these pollies and their fucking cops.
So the time has come,
for us to draw the line,
and fight for the voiceless,
and free them all,
body and mind.
For more information about what's been happening with regards to mandatory detention in Australia, here are some good links:
http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/1526231/Bowen-cracks-down-on-asylum-seeker-rioters
http://www.youtube.com/user/ten#p/u/15/SDR_Fy06QkU
http://sa.org.au/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&id=6863:refugee-supporters-rally-in-sydney&Itemid=453
http://www.theage.com.au/victoria/protesters-push-for-change-on-detention-rules-20110425-1dtsh.html
If you want to contribute to the campaign, you can check out the Victoria branch of Refugee Action Collective @ http://www.rac-vic.org/
Or shoot me a comment and I'll happily reply.
And remember:
"With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it" - Rage Against The Machine
Friday, April 15, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
mooBlog 7-3-2011: Lack of forethought
Bigotry, even the sub-conscious variety, still dictates so much of how I act. If I laugh at a joke, only to have it pointed out to me that it is racist, or sexist, or homophobic, I later feel embarrassed. Not only because it has offended people, but more-so because I didn't recognize it as being a bigoted joke to begin with.
I can listen to people talk about the persecution of being black, being a woman, being a Muslim or Aboriginal. But is that all I can do? I, as a white, secular male, can never even begin to understand what it means to be targeted and labeled. As much as I want to, I can never actually relate to this oppression, I can only view on listening, and hope that I don't act out the bullshit stereotyping that I was brought up to believe in.
Fuck, why isn't it easier to overcome this? I want my mind to be free of all this, I can't stand the thought that anyone would see me as one of the middle-class chauvinists that I grew up alongside.
The worst of all of this, is that I talk myself up so much as being open-minded, only to have my face slapped (figuratively, of course) after my myopia is exposed.
So, I don't really know what to do now. I've surrounded myself with some of the most righteous, giving, caring, motivated, open-minded people I could find, and I know slowly, that the way I view the world is being changed for the better. However, I now know how far I've got to go. I think I'll simply shut the fuck up and actually LISTEN to these people, instead of trying to pretend that I know what they mean already.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
mooBlog 20-2-2011: Finding a place for hate.
I hold mine high because I know all you say is lies.
You hold your head high because you see real doctors when sick.
I hold mine high because I survive without it.
You hold your head high because you control this society.
I hold mine high because WE have all the real power.
You hold your head high because you make your money without working.
I hold mine high because I earn all of mine.
When I see you enter your temple to check your fucking bank balance, I feel hatred.
To me, you are nothing but scum. Fucking bourgeois scum.
You hold your head so fucking high. One day I'll get a noose to hold it higher, you reactionary swine.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
mooBlog 22-1-2010
Thanks to http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/lessons/for_beginners/reading_guitar_tablature_ii.html I can now read tabs, and sort of play them.
^_^
Friday, January 21, 2011
mooBlog 21-1-2011: tiny little flakes of white paint
I miss being able to say that I'll go to things like this http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=135069296555278
I miss having my friends around, staying up late talking about whatever, and whoever.
I miss being able to catch up with someone after months, just on whim, simply for a coffee or a beer.
I miss walking through the parks, the lane-ways and the malls. I miss the anonymity of the masses, the solitude of public transport. I miss the secrecy of below-ground bars, second story pubs and hidden alley entrances.
I miss simply falling asleep somewhere that isn't my bed, particularly the State Library lawns.
I miss the metropolis, it's beauty and ugliness simultaneously. For in it I see me, my flaws are a reflection of my city's.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
mooBlog 15-1-2010: Ignored
So, this is where this all stands:
Yes we've had some spills shall I say- The Wombats
And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate
Ignored. Completely forgotten, informed of elapsed memory is me.
The worst part? That I still give a shit. That I'd give my right arm for the chance to even be friends, and to have her talk to me.
No. That's not the worst part. The worst part is I caused this through my immaturity; the fall of me. She'll never know how much of me I've changed since then and am working on making better. She did the right thing, let me know that as I was, there was a subconscious bigotry in me, reflected sometimes in my actions. I'll strive until it's gone, or at least until I don't care anymore.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
mooBlog 11-1-2011: Reread the works of infuriation
mooBlog 15-9-08: Putting To Sleep A Lion
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Cameage Lyrics. Artist(Band):Descendents
I'm sick and I need a friend
I didn't know they came like that
I'm thinking things now
I thought I'd never think
I didn't know they came like that
You came so quickly right in and out of my life
I didn't know they came like that
Did I ever tell you how much I love to hold you
I didn't know they came like that
It doesn't even matter if I live or die
The only thing that matters is you're by my side
There's no turning back from this one
I judged too quickly, I've never been good at trust
I didn't know they came like that
But did I ever tell you how much I love to love you
I didn't know they came like that
It doesn't even matter if I live or die
The only thing that matters is you're by my side
There's no turning back from this one
No turning back from this one
It's not that I don't want your love
But I don't deserve anyone
I didn't know they came like that
I will return to you
When I am 32
I didn't know they came like that
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Michael Moore, patron saint of not sitting still.
mooBlog 20-11-2010: Absence, Exams & Internal Apologies
I had an exam today. I guess I haven't really been prepared for an exam since my final year of high school. When I walk out of every single exam that I do throughout my course, I always think to myself "That really doesn't say anything about my ability as an engineer!"
I believe that there will be so few instances throughout my career when I'll have to rely on the knowledge between my ears, no conversing with colleagues and peers, no books, no internet. So really, exams are a redundant means to assess someone's ability to be able to function in the workforce. Actually, I do see the point of them; there has to be a way to separate the A's from the B's and so forth. Or does there? This point got raised by a comrade of mine a few days ago. The current system of higher education is failing to do what it is supposed to; prepare its students for industry. That is all. All that grades do is place pressure on students to do well in their subjects, and not take on anything else. I'm ashamed to say that I was one of these people. If all that students got was a pass or a fail on a subject, then employers then have to actually look at the most suitable candidates for a job by means other than subject marks. They have to look at experience, interests, other skills and personality. However, for most companies, the recruitment process is structured so thin that for any one professional graduate position, there are usually scores of people without the grades to even get an interview. My younger brother (who will graduate from uni at the end of this year, one year before me mind you,) showed me the hourly wage for some graduate positions in his field of study. Let me say, I could probably earn more as a checkout operator at a supermarket (in fact, I can say that I definitely would, and the work would be a lot easier.)
My point is this. Today's universities are not education institutions, where young people can learn a profession, discuss openly and liberally about the world around them. They are certificate factories. They are companies, made for profit, running under the guise of a NFP government regulated organisation. My university makes a profit of over $40million per year, and this fact has not caused me ease. Students pay high fees (some would say excessive, especially for international students) for their courses. Every semester the university like to boast about all of the infrastructure that they are introducing, failing to simultaneously state what resources they are taking away. Every time one wanders into my uni's library, a lab room, computer room, canteen, etc, it is clearly evident that the profits (which technically shouldn't even exist) are not being reinvested.
Anyway, back to my main point; exams. My idea for exams is this: Present some information, new concept, methodology etc. in the exam. Ask students to learn from this, and apply it to a new situation. Surely this is the only examinable method that actually relates to how students will work when they get out into the workforce. It is the only solution that I can think of, and it surely beats cramming for a week. An exam under the current system is nothing more than a competition to see who can remember the most things and repeat it onto paper. In many instances (like my exam today) I could easily say that I didn't understand about half of what I was actually learning. So in writing it down correct, doesn't make it right. Right is what comes from your intelligence, wisdom and application of knowledge, not from your memory.
Anyway, good night folks!
x
The Big Lebowski: What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?
The Dude: Dude.
The Big Lebowski: Huh?
The Dude: Uhh... I don't know sir.
The Big Lebowski: Is it being prepared to do the right thing, whatever the cost? Isn't that what makes a man?
The Dude: Hmmm... Sure, that and a pair of testicles.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
mooBlog 16-11-2010: Stealing Hipster-ism...
Over the last few years, we've seen a rise in what is now referred to as hipster fashion. A while back, this thriving video meme caught my attention.
while incredibly funny, it also provides an amazing social commentary of how 'beatnik' culture is once again thriving, but also how those who are more well-off are also inclined to follow this "poverty-chic" culture.
It was frustrating, and I wasn't sure as to the reasons behind this phenomenon. Until I stumbled up an essay published in the New York Times a few days ago. Titled "The Hipster in the Mirror," the essay looks at the sociology of the hipster culture, the reasons why this culture has expanded so much, and what this says about our culture. The main argument which it's author, Mark Greif, puts forward, is that fashion is a weapon in the class struggle. People from poorer demographics often have to resort to completely new fashions in order to identify themselves. It is one of the only areas in which the working class have a superiority over the ruling class within our society. So, like in any area of society, when the poor latch onto a new culture, the buzzards of the ruling class come to join in the fold, or as Greif puts it "Think of Paris Hilton in her trucker hat."
When this occurs, it is no longer the fashion per say, but the branding of this fashion which counts toward superiority.
People from the ruling class like to think that they have better taste than people of lower class, so when the working class actually pushes a new sub-culture, it is no wonder the higher classes want in. But they don't only want in, they want to control this new sub-culture. It is no surprise that you see so many so called "fashion rebels" wearing hats with 59fifty stickers still on them. Although it would seem that this is simply superfluous, it is a tactic by the brand to involve the poorest people within society to force the cultural change. In fact, I actually heard someone on the train complaining because his sticker was coming off. He could only be consoled when a friend of his told him to reapply it with some fabric adhesive. I just couldn't understand this, until I realised that this is a statement, part of the brainwashing of the working class. It's aim is to dilute any possible means for the working class to gain social superiority over the ruling class. If we have nothing to identify us from those who steal our wealth, how can we resist it, how can we change it?
I don't mean to say that I don't think that fashion isn't important. In fact, I think that it is one of the greatest means of self expression. Out of all of this, we can easily say, however, that the those far better off will always envy the poor for their superior taste in fashion, music and art.
From one of my favourite books of all time, "100 Years of Solitude" comes a great quote quote which almost sums up what I'm trying to say:
Saturday, November 13, 2010
mooBlog 13-11-2010: If we settle for nothing now...
As I finished work today, I started thinking about modern popular music. Something told me that there was, and still is something definitively wrong with it. I guess it started by thinking about the most recent of pop music, and possibly the most popular current genre today, that is Hip-Hop. When I think about the history of this music, in particular, what the most well known artists had originally been trying to achieve, I can’t feel a little let down by the state of it. Take this song for example.
When I think about the message that this song carries, I guess I feel slightly refreshed to know that in a time when the tides of the civil rights movement seemed to be receding, that a group of young black men in America were able to say what the problem was, and to say it right to the face of the people oppressing them. They stood for nothing other than the idea that they should be able lead the lives that they choose, without the persecution of the government and their enforcers, namely, the police. In the years that followed, somehow, this music that continued this message was high-jacked by corporate America. They saw hip-hop as a medium to put forward their brands and products, because they were sly enough to recognize that this was the easiest way to reach the fastest growing ethnicity within their country. Artist, after artist was swayed into trusting that what they were doing was right, it is little wonder that those groups who actually did verbalize about the injustices of the world had to bow out under the pressure of the combined attacks from the corporation machine (which were ironically the people ‘the message’ was aimed at taking the power away from.) Bands such as Jurassic Five and Rage Against the Machine, had to indefinitely halt the progression of their groups, as they saw this as the only alternative to eventually being used as an advertising mule, someone with enough following to generate profit for the very people they were attempting to stand up to.
My point about hip hop is this: When all the kids are listening to an artist ‘rapping’ lyrics like 50 cent's "In Da Club," who the FUCK is going to take the notion of social progressiveness seriously?
This isn’t to say this mutilation of a pop-music genre is isolated solely to hip-hop. In fact, punk rock, rock, dance, disco, etc, etc, have all had moments where they end up selling out their fans for free lunch, and quite honestly, it sickens me. Songs from these originally rebellious genres should never be used to sell you a product. They should be a protest, a verbal riot and A BIG FUCKING MIDDLE FINGER to all those who think that this pilfering of the people’s music is acceptable.
I’m not saying that these bands are the devil. And I’m definitely not saying that there isn’t amazing hip-hop doesn’t exist anymore. I just want you to know that we can fight against the robbery of OUR music, whatever genre that may be.
Some wise words to finish this one off:
“If we settle for nothing now, then we’ll settle for nothing later!” – Rage Against the Machine
