Friday, 26 September 2008

I would argue even less...

...time spent alive, that is:




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JAG

Thursday, 25 September 2008

I'm not the only one

...to whom this thought has occurred:


Once again, the all-knowing PostSecret.

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JAG

Time

"...is the ultimate modern-day luxury."

--Jamie Durie, upfront, Good Weekend, 20/09

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

“A social experiment with lipstick”

One of my favourite writers for The Age, who has a television review column on the back page of the A2 which is always funny and usually insults Channel 9’s pathetic attempts to gain ratings, wrote a fantastic article last week that basically sums up all my views on Sarah Palin.

She’s Catherine Deveny, and she’s not afraid to speak her mind.

“I found myself checking out Palin Facebook groups last night. The ones that amused me included: Excuse Me, But Has Anyone Else Noticed That Sarah Palin Is Insane? My Dog Is More Qualified To Be Vice-President Than Sarah Palin. Sarah Palin Is A Bona Fide Whack Job. Librarians Against Sarah Palin. I Would Have Sex With, But Not Vote For, Sarah Palin. And: I Would Rather Have A Mentally Challenged Goat AS VP Than Sarah Palin.”

“Shooting, hunting, God-fearing, anti-abortion, book-banning, homophobic, white trash moron…Palin is a writer’s dream. I wish I had the imagination to invent her…The only problem with Sarah Palin is that she’s real.”

“I have two long-held beliefs. First, people should have to pass an intelligence test before they’re allowed to vote and second, that the rest of the world should be able to vote in the US elections because the outcome affects us as much as them. If not more.”

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JAG

Like Living in the Middle East

Yesterday, we had two terrific storms. I woke up to thunder and a pelting shower; within half an hour, it was blowing dust.

Dust storms are part and parcel of living in a rural area, where it's vaguely dusty, windy, and/or summer. But with the drought, no rain, and a lot of topsoil loose - well, the dust storms just get better worse.




You could see the dust gathering on the horizon in a dense, yellow cloud that quickly obliterated everything from view. We went outside to watch it brew, when all of a sudden it was blowing in our ears, in our eyes and in our mouths. It got so bad that we couldn't see anything in our garden, or any of the trees about a metre from the house. The sunlight became a dirty yellow, so dim that at its darkest it was almost red, and we had to turn on the lights.





Taken from inside our living room...


Which, of course, was all well and good until the power went out around 1pm, not long after the storm started, due to a pole coming down somewhere. It was expected to come back on at 6pm, then 7pm, then 9pm (which, thankfully, it did.) But this still meant we had to light candles in order to see (which was actually kind of cool, in an old school kind of way), and cook our dinner over the fire.

Makes you appreciate electricity and running water when the power's out for 8 hours.

Apart from family bonding, the only good thing to come from either of the storms was a bit of rain. But as always, not enough.

Never enough.

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JAG

Sunday, 21 September 2008

250th!

Post, that is.

To celebrate:



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JAG

Friday, 19 September 2008

Can't Help Myself

Just so GG:



This is such a fantastic photo. I think it totally captures who they are - on the show, of course.

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JAG

Holiday Plans:



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JAG

Thursday, 18 September 2008

Summer, Baby

I knoooooow it's not summer yet, but it's spring, which means it's almost summer...and I can't wait for the summer.





I'm not entirely sure why I'm looking forward to it so much - all I know is, it's gonna be great. Probably because I'm so over the bloody winter blues! I just want some sun, some beach and some fun!





Hello, Hawaii!





Aaaaaaaaaand:





Even though it's not even going to be summer over there - it's still gonna rock.


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JAG

21

I just watched 21, and I've kind of developed a wee bit of a thing for Jim Sturgess.



Also: holidays. Y'all know what that means; I'm going home, less blogging, etc. More sleeping. Though as my teachers keep telling me, it's not a holiday, it's a "non-teaching period," which means there's no excuse not to give us work. Must they?



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JAG

PS: jdl and N: I will reply soon, hopefully over the weekend, but I can't promise anything.

Boost, Baby

A woman was run over and killed by a bus this morning in the CBD - right in front of the Boost Juice where I work, which subsequently closed for a few hours.

My (first!) shift didn't start until 12, though, by which time all the hubub had died away, and all that remained was a bouquet of flowers tied to a speed limit sign near the tram stop.

That said, my shift was a lot of fun - mostly just making juices, preparing food, washing up and so on - but the second thing I got told (after "the bathroom's down there, to the left) was "did you hear about the woman who got hit by a bus this morning?"

Puts a bit of a dampner on things to say the very least.

Speaking of dampners...got to finish that Lit essay. Because, jdl, unlike you, I plan to pass.

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JAG

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Masquerade, Bitches

That's right. Last Thursday night I went to a masquerade ball!!

(I know, how very Gossip Girl.)

I've always wanted to go to a masquerade ball, and this was my chance, as my good friend B* does infomatics, and the ISSS Ball was masquerade-themed!



(jdl asked what infomatics is. Apparently, "information systems is the study of the application and use of information technology - hardware, software, networks, and database - by individuals and organisations." The way I understand it is computer science/engineering/software.)

It was mostly my fault that we caught the wrong tram down Victoria Ave, and that it didn't pass in front of Albert Park. It didn't help that we also got fined (for f---'s sake) for not carrying our concession cards whilst riding on concession tickets. If we get fined - and there's a pretty good chance we will - it's $168.

On top of that we subsequently missed our stop, but we soon figured out which one it was, and walked down to Albert by the Lake, which is a really nice venue.



So, once we got over our angsty journey there, we had a really good time!


My mask! Bought for $2.50 from a variety shop; feathers $3 each from Spotlight

We didn't know anyone on our table - I think they were all 2nd and 3rd years - but that was OK, because they were pretty nice. B knew a few classmates, and I - funnily enough - knew another girl in 3rd year who doesn't do infomatics but came with a friend as well!



My mask found a friend! B and I went mask shopping on Monday, and nearly bought the silver mask (left) to go with my dress!

There were prizes for best and most interesting masks. The tallest guy in the room - a first year, who B knew, was wearing a Lance Franklin mask, which was pretty funny.

During the first two courses there was live music, which was pretty good, before the DJ started spinning some tunes and the dancing began. I ended up dancing with - and meeting - a few people I didn't know, as B was, well, otherwise engaged...

We left around 11.30, before the after party began. Apparently it wasn't that good anyway. And we caught a cab, so we wouldn't get lost (or fined) a second time. But it was all worth it.

In other super-exciting news...the Changeover Dinner was last night in college, when the new Student Executive members are announced...and I WON ARTS/CULTURAL REP!! Voting is just a popularity vote, so I didn't think I'd win (though of course I hoped I might); I thought the second year, who'd run for A/C rep last year as well - would get it. So I was thrilled to get it. After the dinner, all the Student Exec - new and old - went to the pub (first time I'd been) just across the road. Apparently you're supposed to buy the previous exec rep in your position drinks for the night (and vice versa), but thankfully, the previous a/c rep wasn't there. I say thankfully because, as much as I dearly love her, and she's so much fun, I wouldn't have liked to be drinking. It was bad enough that the old exec made us drink a "changeover shot" - I have no idea what it was, but it tasted like detergent.

I'm not sure if it's really sunk in yet though. As someone said to me, "it won't sink in until you have to start doing stuff." In any case, I'm really, really happy about it. And I'm trying to forget about that bloody fine.

Tonight we're going out for a friend's 20th. It's going to be awesome.

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JAG

Friday, 12 September 2008

Nano Loses Weight

Apple released it's 4th generation iPod nano this week, and I don't know about you, but I think it looks pretty groovy:












All those colours! All those features! I wasn't a huge fan of previous nano models, (and my 3 year old mini works just fine, thank you very much) but this one might just pique my interest...and want.

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JAG

YouLose!

I love that YouTube can make fun of themselves:

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JAG

Thursday, 11 September 2008

Remember



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JAG

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

What more is there to say?

I've been brooding over this a lot lately (what else is new?!), but this postsecret made me feel a whole lot better:


I just want to say: I think you're incredibly brave, and, well, you're not alone.

Also:



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JAG

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

And She's Like, So Whatever

Two weekends ago, bus stop, Exhibition St

5 year old girl: Mummy, I'm going to blame everything on you from now on too.

Last night, netball game:

Opposing Goal Defence to Wing Defence: I have the most amazing news! Guess what?
Wing Defence: What?
GD: Guess!
WD: I don't know!
GD: My grandma's getting married this weekend and I'm going to be her bridesmaid!
WD: Oh my gosh that is amazing!
[GD misses a pass]

Yesterday's Culture, Media and Everyday Life tute:

Some guy: On the plane they were showing Sex and the City, and I was really bored so I figured I might as well watch it...I didn't go see it at the cinema, it's not like this sexually ambiguous decision or anything.

Today's literature lecture [on Sylvia Plath]:

Lecturer: Poets have a higher rate of self-destructive behaviour than any other artists, 26% compared with 11%...and only 1% of the population. So if you're a fledgling poet...look out.

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It's Student Union election time on campus which means propaganda, pushy parties and lots of Leftists. I was walking to my (one) lecture today, listening to my iPod (iPhone, but whatever), thinking gleefully that at least they'd leave me alone now, when to my dismay some guy from YES!/Fresh (or whoever) started telling me about what they stand for. As if I care. And as if I was listening! I can't escape them; they're everywhere, and they promote in all my lectures too. I think I might vote, just so the socialist alternative doesn't get elected. Also, I want Independent Media as the Media Officers. I do not want a Left Farrago.

My favourite slogan is the Liberal one:

DO THE RIGHT THING

(They also say "kick the commies off campus!" and "it's time to smash socialism." I agree, but I'm not sure I want a conservative Student Union, either...)

***

A very amusing spoof:



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JAG

Am I not pretty enough?

Am I not pretty enough?
Is my heart too broken?
Do I cry too much?
Am I too outspoken?

Don't I make you laugh?
Should I try it harder?
Why do you see right through me?

I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough
I try as hard as I can

Am I not pretty enough?
Is my heart too broken?
Do I cry too much?
Am I too outspoken?

Don't I make you laugh?
Should I try it harder?
Why do you see right through me?

I laugh, I feel, I make believe its real
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man
I try as hard as I can

Am I not pretty enough?
Is my heart too broken?
Do I cry too much?
Am I too outspoken?

Don't I make you laugh?
Should I try it harder?
Why do you see right through me?

Why do you see,
Why do you see,
Why do you see right through me?

Lyrics

By the wonderful Kasey Chambers.

Who understands perfectly.

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JAG

Monday, 8 September 2008

Dear Mr Obama


[Source]

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JAG

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Pop Culture is a Wonderful Thing

Searching for inspiration for my Culture, Media and Everyday Life assignment wasn't a total waste of time...not only did I get some ideas, but I found some awesome comics:











Uhh...I don't think I've heard of this song...

[Click images to enlarge]














Classic. (As is this site.)

And this, my favourite, can only be appreciated in full.

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JAG

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

17 Year Old Scandal

So, Sarah Palin's 17 year old daughter is pregnant - and she's keeping the baby!

OMG. I'm not sure which is more scandalous.

I'm being sarcastic here. OMG America, get over it already. And furthermore, don't judge her for it.

So it goes against her "no sex before marriage" beliefs; but those are her beliefs, not her daughter's. Furthermore, she's pro-life, so it supports her stance on that. It's not like it majorly contradicts her policies or anything. It's private, I think people should just leave her alone. It's not as though she was pregnant at 17 - it's not her scandal. And as Obama so rightly points out, his mother was only a year older - 18 - when she had him. So what's the biggie? (It could be slightly hypocritical, if in fact her first child was born out of wedlock, as is speculated.)

On another note, I've discovered I disagree with Sarah Palin on several issues. Firstly, pro-life. I'm pro-choice, but I don't think I'll go into that. Secondly, she seems to be rather homophobic in her policies; she apparently thinks it's OK to deny rights and benefits to gays, and sees marriage as a union solely between a man and a woman. Ultra conservative much? And what's her problem with sex education? I mean, I think that's how you get through to them, not by preaching abstinence. That she supports the Constitutional right to bear arms is also worrying, though I don't have a problem with her hunting.

And let's not even get started on her global warming beliefs.

The one thing we do agree on, ironically, is sex before marriage (in that we don't agree to it), although for vastly different reasons, I imagine.

Not sure if I could bring myself to vote for Obama though; I probably would (if I were voting), simply because he's a Democrat and I'd rather see one in power than a Republican, but he's so damn young! Not even - just inexperienced. One term as senator is not enough. I suppose Joe Biden helps, but he's still only VP...I think this is going to be a lot closer than people think.

As I was saying to my grandmother tonight...I think the First Lady totally would kick these guys' butt as prez, but sadly, that just ain't gonna happen.
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JAG

Wall-E

The more I hear about this film, the more I desperately want to see it!!



I mean, isn't he just the cutest?!

Too bad it's not coming out until the 18th Down Under.

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JAG

Forget what you think you know about life

In the backwards sense that I carry out my life, I just watched Fight Club for the first time. I didn't know all that much about it, except the first rule of Fight Club (do I even have to say it?) Then a couple of quotes came up in a blog about Culture, Media and Everyday Life - particularly Tyler Durden's observations about our consumer lifestyle and how it consumes us (sorry, couldn't resist the pun!) -so I figured I should see it. Surprise of surprises, I actually enjoyed it - I guess I was expecting it to be a whole lot more masculine that it was (though that's not to say it wasn't...) And the twist? Yeah, I knew about it, but I'd forgotten until it happened, and I was all OMFG!

Brilliant.

Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvee is?
Narrator: It's a comforter...
Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvee is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then?
Narrator: ...Consumers?
Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.



Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes...
Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

I love this scene:



Check out this amusing comic strip summary of the film. It tells you what happens, so don't read unless you've seen, or want to know.

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JAG

Monday, 1 September 2008

Girls Are Fugly

I have missed reading those lovely bitches girls over at Go Fug Yourself. They seriously make my day every. single. day.


I bow down in homage to them.


Paris Hilton, though, cracks me up. I honestly wonder how she can wear an outfit like this, and still think she has dignity.





"This is me as nature intended: wrapped in Lycra, polyester, and sequins."

And I have no idea how she convinces herself that her 'life'/'work' has any meaning, or why she even bothers. Though she is good entertainment value.

So thank you Fug girls, for being gloriously, outrageously bitchy every day of the week. I aspire to be more like you.

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JAG

I HAVE A JOB I HAVE A JOB I HAVE A JOB!

That's right, I have a job, and it's very, very exciting for several reasons.

1. It's my first job.
2. I really, really wanted it; it's at Boost Juice, only, like, one of my favourite stores ever.
3. Money! It's what the uni student lives for. That, sleep ins, and free booze.

Excuse me while I gush but I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB!

Again, did I mention I'm excited?!

The interview was Saturday, it was this HUGAMUNGOUS group interview (in Boost terms, an "audition.") There must have been, like, 50 people there. Mostly uni students, with a few school kids thrown in for good measure. It was a whole bunch of group activities, like making a dress out of newspaper and modelling it for the class group, writing a Boost jingle and performing it for everyone else, etc, in order to see how confident/extroverted you are, how well you work in a team, problem solving etc. There was an individual interview at the end.

AND THEY LIKED ME!

Needless to say, I like them too. I can see this being a positive relationship.

Can't believe I haven't blogged for a week. The sickness really got me down, I spent most of last week in bed (watching Supernatural...) and not doing a lot else. Mostly avoiding class. Visited the doctor to get a medical certificate to legitimise my avoiding class.

In college we're having student executive elections, and this week is campaigning. I'm running for Arts and Cultural Rep (the person who organises all the intra/intercollege arts/cultural events, like debating and battle of the bands and theatre sports and parties etc.) 3 other people are running for this position, so I'm campaigning pretty hard. By pretty hard, I mean a few posters around college. They're clever, though, and funny, if I may say so myself, and people seem to like them. Whatever makes people vote for me!

Also on the weekend I saw the wonderful Melbourne Model: The Musical, the satire-cum-protest piece objecting to - you guessed it - the Melbourne Model. The Musical was utterly entertaining in every way, with outrageous musical numbers that insulted and imitated everything from Asia (one of my favourites) to the Last Supper to Kevin 07. The Musical tells the story of the ambitious Glyn Davis, who becomes Vice Chancellor to a desperate, cash-strapped Melbourne University, promising prestige and pay with the new "Melbourne Model," with it's six streamlined degrees that threatens the variety/obscurity of the Art department, particularly subjects like gender studies. Liberal member Wally Higgins Beaumont - played to a t by Joshua Lynzaat - follows drooling in Glyn's wake, his admiring, starry eyed, Melbourne Model lover. Meanwhile, Glyn's on a crusade around campus, cutting subjects left right and centre, despite the objections of the radical Student Union - "artists and thespians, Communists and lesbians" - who feel that Wally has double crossed them. Wally, however, soon sees the truth, when the VC cuts his precious Viking studies, and runs off to Canberra with Kevin and his "2020 vision." A devastated Wally returns to the fold of the Student Union, promising revenge and action.


The Musical is a comedy treat the whole way through, with almost every line being a gag, usually at the expense of someone else like Glyn Davis or the Provost. Every musical number is a sight to behold, with no special effects spared; there is smoke, bright lights, boy in tights and all sorts of fun to be had. Performed by the now defunct School of Creative Arts, The Musical is a last stand against the corporate takeover that is the Model. Its only danger is that it seems to become the Student Union it mocks, sending the message it tries so hard to send up. It does rather make one despair, however, for those losing their livelihoods, their passions and their dreams in the cuts to become the Melbourne Model, and you have to wonder if it will all be worth it in a few years' time. The Musical should be proud; they sold out both nights, and almost both matinees; they thoroughly amused many students, teachers and academics, and no doubt left an indelible imprint on those who saw this fine production.


Bathsheba, formidable head of the revolutionary Student Union


Gender studies. Enough said.





The whore man himself; Glyn Davis (not actually the man, but the impersonator, Nick Masters, who was fantastic)




Poor, betrayed lover and nerd, Wally

(More photos.)

Check out the trailer, which is almost as provocative as the real thing. Too bad it's over, or I'd highly recommend it.

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JAG