Stoned.
That is all.
Vitalic - Poney Part 1
Wednesday 11 February 2009
Monday 26 January 2009
Happiness
My new job is amazing, I have almost zero supervision, I'm getting paid more than I thought I would be and right now I'm wearing a zombie t-shirt.
Things are pretty good just now.
Also, I'm getting so ridiculously excited about someone's birthday that I already have preliminary sketches of the cake I'm going to make them.
His birthday is in August.
Things are pretty good just now.
Also, I'm getting so ridiculously excited about someone's birthday that I already have preliminary sketches of the cake I'm going to make them.
His birthday is in August.
Monday 19 January 2009
Responsibility I should not have
So I'm sure that my professors (Former? Future? Who knows what I'll end up doing) will be totally thrilled when they hear that I, who have dropped out of Gaelic at uni and had my application to single honours rejected because my grades weren't up to scratch, am now almost solely responsible for building a hugely hyped and important Gaelic education database that the education minister is going on about constantly and has just promised will be ready for 2010. I am also sure that the head of department will be thrilled to know that I am working with the folk responsible for the Gaelic Orthographic Convention, those bastards who robbed him of the acute accent.*
I've spent my whole day thinking that I am definitely going to make a tiny little spelling error that will fuck the Gaelic education of a whole generation of Scottish children. My wee copy of the Gaelic Orthographic Convention has become my best friend.
"Did I copy and paste that right? How are my accents? Oh my god, is that a broad vowel next to a slender vowel?!"
Time for tunage.
Put a Curse On You by Quasimoto
*I do see his point and agree that there are sound phonetic reasons for having the acute, but he gets unbelievably angry about it, and from talking to the new Gaelic students every year I've ascertained that his GOC rant has changed from something he breaks out for his second year phonetics students to being something the absolute beginners hear the first time he takes them for a class, before they even know how to count to twenty. I love my professor.
I've spent my whole day thinking that I am definitely going to make a tiny little spelling error that will fuck the Gaelic education of a whole generation of Scottish children. My wee copy of the Gaelic Orthographic Convention has become my best friend.
"Did I copy and paste that right? How are my accents? Oh my god, is that a broad vowel next to a slender vowel?!"
Time for tunage.
Put a Curse On You by Quasimoto
*I do see his point and agree that there are sound phonetic reasons for having the acute, but he gets unbelievably angry about it, and from talking to the new Gaelic students every year I've ascertained that his GOC rant has changed from something he breaks out for his second year phonetics students to being something the absolute beginners hear the first time he takes them for a class, before they even know how to count to twenty. I love my professor.
Thursday 15 January 2009
Everything's coming up Squeak!
Turns out I wont have to lie to my flatmates at all now! Just got myself a nice wee temporary full time job, which will end about the time when I'll (hopefully) be returning to the obviously cushy life of the public sector call centre.
*does a jig*
This calls for a tune that I heard in my dream the other night, where I was a Space Rollercoaster test pilot. They strapped me in to something that looked like a highly polished mining cart, and sent me at high speeds through what looked like shiny metallic and yet dark and starry ventilation shafts. The shafts had rooms branching off from them, and the scientists wanted me to spit in each room, so that they could analyse my spit and extract ideas for art, books, graffiti and tunes from it. And all the while, this tune was playing away...
Underwater by Harry Thumann
*does a jig*
This calls for a tune that I heard in my dream the other night, where I was a Space Rollercoaster test pilot. They strapped me in to something that looked like a highly polished mining cart, and sent me at high speeds through what looked like shiny metallic and yet dark and starry ventilation shafts. The shafts had rooms branching off from them, and the scientists wanted me to spit in each room, so that they could analyse my spit and extract ideas for art, books, graffiti and tunes from it. And all the while, this tune was playing away...
Underwater by Harry Thumann
Wednesday 14 January 2009
What this has to do with Bigfoot, I'm not sure
However, what I do know is that this is a genius tune. Drugs make the video make a weird amount of sense.
Booky book
This book is absolutely genius, and I'm endorsing it without the usual patronising qualifiers that you can see in that Amazon review. "Come on lads, give them a chance!" indeed. In my opinion, you can always judge the quality of an art book by how inferior it makes you feel, and this book makes me feel like my attempts at graffiti might as well have been done by a parrot fish on dry land with an oil dipped stick shoved in its mouth.More importantly, if you're wanting to get into graffiti, the short wee interviews with the writers (and some street artists as well) at least helped put me at ease and realise that everybody has a starting point. The book touches on feminism every now and again, and in the interviews you get a really wide range of experiences of what it's like to be a woman writing. The array of styles is dizzying, and there's some absolutely beautiful four page foldouts in the book that had me salivating.
There's so much good shit in this book it's ridiculous, but a few of my favourites are Blue, Chez, Casie, Mad C, Dune, EMA, Poise, Queen Andrea, Reminisce, Toofly and Tribe.
Things I've resolved to do before, but will actually do now.
I started this because quite frankly being an unemployed uni dropout loses its shine after about two weeks and I need something to distract me from this crushing sense of failure in my gut. You know it's bad when you start getting bored of the internet, so I've decided to create my own little online corner. Also, a friend told me he'd like it if I had a place to stick up all my admittedly bizarre dreams, as well as tunes, comics, art and recipes I like, so here it is.
I've just dropped out of uni for the second time in my life, and while I do officially plan on going back I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with myself. So this seems like an appropriate time to distract myself from the more pressing questions in my life (such as how the fuck am I going to pay the rent, and how long can I go without my flatmates realising I don't work in that shitey pub around the corner anymore?) by resolving to do some of the things I've always wanted to do but have put off.
- Start playing my saxophone again I reached associated board grade 6 in high school (never took the actual exam since I didn't have a spare £5o, but my tutor was keeping track of my levels) and then I just stopped because I'm an idiot.
- Learn how to spin poi. No reason except that it looks cool and I'd quite like to eventually be able to spin fire around my body as I feel it would be a good way to deter folk from fucking with you.
- Start drawing again and get into graffiti properly instead of just throwing up the occasional shitey tag. The first time I dropped out it was from art school, so it should be obvious that I have many boring and bitter issues with drawing and that putting stuff up publicly again would be a kind of petty vengeance for me.
- Keep practicing cooking. I'm capable of making tasty food, but I'm probably not going to be happy with my abilities until I can make a flawless 50ft croquembouche.
- Learn to play that bass guitar I've had sitting in my room for about a year and a half.
- Get a full time job that isn't completely boring and that will give me enough money to cook ridiculous amounts of fancy desserts for folk I like and to buy myself stupid amounts of whisky and beer.
Here, have a tune!
Tiger Stripes by Felix
I've just dropped out of uni for the second time in my life, and while I do officially plan on going back I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with myself. So this seems like an appropriate time to distract myself from the more pressing questions in my life (such as how the fuck am I going to pay the rent, and how long can I go without my flatmates realising I don't work in that shitey pub around the corner anymore?) by resolving to do some of the things I've always wanted to do but have put off.
- Start playing my saxophone again I reached associated board grade 6 in high school (never took the actual exam since I didn't have a spare £5o, but my tutor was keeping track of my levels) and then I just stopped because I'm an idiot.
- Learn how to spin poi. No reason except that it looks cool and I'd quite like to eventually be able to spin fire around my body as I feel it would be a good way to deter folk from fucking with you.
- Start drawing again and get into graffiti properly instead of just throwing up the occasional shitey tag. The first time I dropped out it was from art school, so it should be obvious that I have many boring and bitter issues with drawing and that putting stuff up publicly again would be a kind of petty vengeance for me.
- Keep practicing cooking. I'm capable of making tasty food, but I'm probably not going to be happy with my abilities until I can make a flawless 50ft croquembouche.
- Learn to play that bass guitar I've had sitting in my room for about a year and a half.
- Get a full time job that isn't completely boring and that will give me enough money to cook ridiculous amounts of fancy desserts for folk I like and to buy myself stupid amounts of whisky and beer.
Here, have a tune!
Tiger Stripes by Felix
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