Swearing is not something i generally condone. I will admit, we are all prone to dropping something from time to time when we leave umbrellas at home, realise what we just said or watch the Sharks run in their seventeenth try against the hapless Panthers. But in the end, i think most people should have better things to say.
Females swearing is usually an extreme turn off. you know the type. repellent. uneducated. winnie blues. they string swears together with the ease of Snoop Dogg and generally have the whining, screeching tone of someone trying to play a violin with a cat. they stalk the western lines & other train stations making people uncomfortable and living up to stereotypes and generalisations.
But then you have the anomalies. there is very little in life i love more than an anomaly. it is like a present wrapped in a surprise. the anomalies that i am leading to here are the girls who swear and make it sound F****** attractive. it becomes a turn on. it just sounds so damn good! before i met a girl like this i never used to swear. i was one of those saying "oh darn" or "shoot" or even "goodness me" like a 60 year old golfer. but when someone else made it sound so amazingly attractive and fun what hope did i have? my theory is it has something to do with private girls schools where the mother of Alison Ashley, standing in front fo a class gets up and says "repeat after me and please pronunciate - 'shit' ...no no Gloriana Straffle-Horsefeather! You sound like you are from the back of Bourke!"
I am a little worried, with my addiction to falling in love, that i am currently standing little hope against a new serene swearer that has entered my life. this cussy hussey has no clue what she may be getting herself in to.
don't they know people write songs (and blogs!) about girls like these? the ones who make the bad seem good. the ones that rebel, but look, and sound, absolutely gorgeous doing it.
Monday, 28 March 2011
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Last night i was blown away by...
Joanna Newsom.
Who? you might ask, in a smug, omniscient way. "well if i haven't heard of her she can't be much good?" you couldn't be more wrong. Yes she is quirky, left of centre and unlike anything you have ever heard before. Thankfully, she was recommended to me by an irresisitble source with whom i hit it off musically & personally. upon doing some research i discovered for myself how talented Joanna Newsom was.
She appeared to traipse on stage. Making an indirect route towards what everyone knew her home would be for the evening's entertainment. She had an odd glow and presence and reminded me a lot of Alice (of in Wonderland fame). In a cute dress and long hair out and low she definitely did not have the appearance of a modern day rock star.
There was an odd hush of expectation as she prepared to start and finally began to attack the harp in a way i have never known before. Precise plucks and perfected pinches created a sound that echoed brilliantly throughout the recital hall and lulled you into a state of bliss and enchantment. despite getting my tickets a little late, i couldn't imagine being in a better position. angle-wise, i was looking through the harp and could see her entire body on the other side. it created a stunning illusion of her being stuck inside the harp and her hands moving manically in an attempt to get out. the way she played would make you believe that inside it was where she belonged.
not only could she play the harp but she pounded the piano numerous times as well just to keep you amazed at what she is capable of. her lyrics are utter genius and her compilations remarkable. i really have not known anyone quite like her in so many ways.
she was sweet and personable to the crowd and her speaking voice differed greatly to what she sounded like when she was singing. one may even say her voice sounded 'normal'. but as soon as the music started her highs got higher and lows, lower. drawling some words and skipping lightly through others. it is hard to describe what she sounds like. how she manages to match her descriptive, symbolic lyrics to the sounds of the harp is the best indication of her talent.
complemented ideally by a team of quirky, intellects. each at the top of their musical game be it on violin, banjo, guitar, drums or trombone it created a mellifluous blend of folk music.
She will never be touted as mainstream and may never get the audiences such brilliance deserves but, if you are interested I think you should give her a chance. She might really hit you.
I recommend... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CprS7irIVCE
Who? you might ask, in a smug, omniscient way. "well if i haven't heard of her she can't be much good?" you couldn't be more wrong. Yes she is quirky, left of centre and unlike anything you have ever heard before. Thankfully, she was recommended to me by an irresisitble source with whom i hit it off musically & personally. upon doing some research i discovered for myself how talented Joanna Newsom was.
She appeared to traipse on stage. Making an indirect route towards what everyone knew her home would be for the evening's entertainment. She had an odd glow and presence and reminded me a lot of Alice (of in Wonderland fame). In a cute dress and long hair out and low she definitely did not have the appearance of a modern day rock star.
There was an odd hush of expectation as she prepared to start and finally began to attack the harp in a way i have never known before. Precise plucks and perfected pinches created a sound that echoed brilliantly throughout the recital hall and lulled you into a state of bliss and enchantment. despite getting my tickets a little late, i couldn't imagine being in a better position. angle-wise, i was looking through the harp and could see her entire body on the other side. it created a stunning illusion of her being stuck inside the harp and her hands moving manically in an attempt to get out. the way she played would make you believe that inside it was where she belonged.
not only could she play the harp but she pounded the piano numerous times as well just to keep you amazed at what she is capable of. her lyrics are utter genius and her compilations remarkable. i really have not known anyone quite like her in so many ways.
she was sweet and personable to the crowd and her speaking voice differed greatly to what she sounded like when she was singing. one may even say her voice sounded 'normal'. but as soon as the music started her highs got higher and lows, lower. drawling some words and skipping lightly through others. it is hard to describe what she sounds like. how she manages to match her descriptive, symbolic lyrics to the sounds of the harp is the best indication of her talent.
complemented ideally by a team of quirky, intellects. each at the top of their musical game be it on violin, banjo, guitar, drums or trombone it created a mellifluous blend of folk music.
She will never be touted as mainstream and may never get the audiences such brilliance deserves but, if you are interested I think you should give her a chance. She might really hit you.
I recommend... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CprS7irIVCE
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Survival
This is my main (read "only") objective for the next 3-4 months. yesterday, for the first time, i had the thought that perhaps i have bitten off more than i could chew. full time uni, almost full time work, social life and sport have been difficult to juggle and i am only into day 2 to be perfectly honest!
my first uni tutorials passed without much fanfare. French was a little bit of fun although i feel i would appreciate it a bit more after a few glasses of Beaujolais red and some fine cheeses. political economy should not be too tough to get through but i think i will have some struggles trying to put up with other people in my tutorials. going off on tangents to what the lecturer is talking about to prove what you know? that don't impress-a me much.
social work has really become the diamond in the rough. we were asked why we were taking the class and i had to quickly think of a reason apart from "i think it will be a coasty way to raise my average & it fit my timetable". i pretended to not know which building the tute was in because i heard two cute girls talking about being lost looking for it ("are you talking about social work? yeah i don't know where i'm going either!" ... jackpot). not sure why, but i feel as though i am trying to align myself with the 'Mean Girls' of the group - and i think i like it. they did appear to be more than happy to talk amongst themselves and leave me out of it but i will persist (at least once) and if i get super desperate i think i can pretend to be gay to win them over. it won't be too hard, i already wanted to tell one of them how much i liked her super cute shoes. at the moment, anything to win over new friends.
my first uni tutorials passed without much fanfare. French was a little bit of fun although i feel i would appreciate it a bit more after a few glasses of Beaujolais red and some fine cheeses. political economy should not be too tough to get through but i think i will have some struggles trying to put up with other people in my tutorials. going off on tangents to what the lecturer is talking about to prove what you know? that don't impress-a me much.
social work has really become the diamond in the rough. we were asked why we were taking the class and i had to quickly think of a reason apart from "i think it will be a coasty way to raise my average & it fit my timetable". i pretended to not know which building the tute was in because i heard two cute girls talking about being lost looking for it ("are you talking about social work? yeah i don't know where i'm going either!" ... jackpot). not sure why, but i feel as though i am trying to align myself with the 'Mean Girls' of the group - and i think i like it. they did appear to be more than happy to talk amongst themselves and leave me out of it but i will persist (at least once) and if i get super desperate i think i can pretend to be gay to win them over. it won't be too hard, i already wanted to tell one of them how much i liked her super cute shoes. at the moment, anything to win over new friends.
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Accounting 1B
Nothing worse than finishing work at 5pm and realising you have to go and learn about accounting for three hours before beginning to head home. this was going to be the test of the mettle. will i be bothered. for week one, i went.
As i entered the room (after a jolty, frustrating, stop-start bus ride up Cleveland Street) i realised that i was, in fact, now an overseas student and the only skip to study. I sat with a clear view of the door to try and find someone "like me" but all to no avail. closest i got was a 19 year old in a suit who looked a complete wanker (my first impressions were later confirmed) & an American looking guy who sat at the other side of the room.
i'm not here to make friends... which is lucky. i wouldn't like my chances.
my hopes of sitting in a corner, silent, for the 2 hours were quickly dashed when i went through the lecture note and saw that she had written a question and then advised that we had to discuss it with a 'neighbour'. the nearest person was about 10 metres away from me and was thankfully, also a loner.
michael was an international student from Hong Kong who asked me if i was Australian (as i was a minority) and seemed a happy enough kind of guy. we discussed the question and then he asked if i was a first year. then he asked if i was doing an honours year. no, neither. i have just had a lot of fun and some amazing experiences. but i automatically did not like him after his queries.
the lecturer seem okay. i understand bit of what she say but i think english will get worser if i go every lecture. will end up talking like her. short sentences and using incorrect tense.
had flashback from the simpsons when she almost fell down the stairs. she had made an accounting joke about reliability or something five minutes earlier and most people laughed. i stared blankly. then when she tripped i had to use every ounce of self control not to erupt in laughter. i felt like Homer in Physics 101 ("hahaha he dropped his papers!! did you see that poindexter??!!).
overall, i managed to stay awake. so i think you can call that a successful lecture experience!
As i entered the room (after a jolty, frustrating, stop-start bus ride up Cleveland Street) i realised that i was, in fact, now an overseas student and the only skip to study. I sat with a clear view of the door to try and find someone "like me" but all to no avail. closest i got was a 19 year old in a suit who looked a complete wanker (my first impressions were later confirmed) & an American looking guy who sat at the other side of the room.
i'm not here to make friends... which is lucky. i wouldn't like my chances.
my hopes of sitting in a corner, silent, for the 2 hours were quickly dashed when i went through the lecture note and saw that she had written a question and then advised that we had to discuss it with a 'neighbour'. the nearest person was about 10 metres away from me and was thankfully, also a loner.
michael was an international student from Hong Kong who asked me if i was Australian (as i was a minority) and seemed a happy enough kind of guy. we discussed the question and then he asked if i was a first year. then he asked if i was doing an honours year. no, neither. i have just had a lot of fun and some amazing experiences. but i automatically did not like him after his queries.
the lecturer seem okay. i understand bit of what she say but i think english will get worser if i go every lecture. will end up talking like her. short sentences and using incorrect tense.
had flashback from the simpsons when she almost fell down the stairs. she had made an accounting joke about reliability or something five minutes earlier and most people laughed. i stared blankly. then when she tripped i had to use every ounce of self control not to erupt in laughter. i felt like Homer in Physics 101 ("hahaha he dropped his papers!! did you see that poindexter??!!).
overall, i managed to stay awake. so i think you can call that a successful lecture experience!
Social Work 101
I am not going to pretend. I chose to do this subject because i think it will be super coasty and may lift my average mark for the semester considerably. Despite being very sensitive and, i think, empathetic, social work is not a career path for me. capish?
what i did not expect was it to be a potential goldmine!! when i walked in, about 5 minutes early, i noticed i was the only male in the entire lecture theatre. probably 150 girls... 1 of me. rather then be daunted i decided to walk right down the front, scan the seats to get an idea of who was sitting where & tried to situate myself around the beautiful people.
it is not all good news of course. probably is a 60-40 split of good looking girls to short haired, tattooed, mature age lesbians. they will make class interesting... to give one word for it. am looking forward to hearing their opinions on every matter. NOT!
naturally a few more fellas showed up for the class including, to my horror, a 20-something guy who was the epitomy of effortless cool. i saw him having a cigarette before the lecture and admired his dress sense. so he smoked, had cool style, was good looking, tattoos & looked like he cared about whales and stuff. i may have to play second best in this class. i can't compete with that. i wish i was a little bit taller, i wish i was a baller.
what i did not expect was it to be a potential goldmine!! when i walked in, about 5 minutes early, i noticed i was the only male in the entire lecture theatre. probably 150 girls... 1 of me. rather then be daunted i decided to walk right down the front, scan the seats to get an idea of who was sitting where & tried to situate myself around the beautiful people.
it is not all good news of course. probably is a 60-40 split of good looking girls to short haired, tattooed, mature age lesbians. they will make class interesting... to give one word for it. am looking forward to hearing their opinions on every matter. NOT!
naturally a few more fellas showed up for the class including, to my horror, a 20-something guy who was the epitomy of effortless cool. i saw him having a cigarette before the lecture and admired his dress sense. so he smoked, had cool style, was good looking, tattoos & looked like he cared about whales and stuff. i may have to play second best in this class. i can't compete with that. i wish i was a little bit taller, i wish i was a baller.
Back to school
After deferring the whole of 2010 to find adventure in the great, wide somewhere part of me really thought that i would never ever go back to university. the thought was i would meet this amazing, fun, runway model we would elope and i would never need to go back to study. i would follow her around to her shows and offer support, love and encouragement. Alas, it was not to be.
After eighteen months i expected radical changes both physically to the buildings and attitude wise from my peers. Also not to be. The bus line up was long with a liquorice all-sorts of races telling stories of bottles of vodka and exaggerated bench presses.
I worked out the cheapest way to get to Asia. You buy a MyTicket2 from a 7/11 and jump on an 891 from Eddy Avenue. Voila!! I never realised i was an overseas student...
I have always had an issue with arrogance from people who had no right to be. it's odd when they don't really seem to have anything going for them. i had (i'm guessing an) engineering student walk past me and have a go at the Marxist trying to recruit some disciples. Uni should be all about smoking joints, late night drinking and standing up for causes (i am an arts student remember) and yet he took a shot at the person promoting an end to homophobia and homelessness. he sounded like such an arrogant wanker. i want to release a few bullies to UNSW to promote more 'real-life' situations and hierarchies. he would surely be a target.
One thing i love to do at uni is just sit around and watch people rushing past, critiquing their style, guessing what course they do & deciding whether they would make an apt girlfriend for me. It is easy to pick the courses. You have the effortlessly cool, chic media and film studies students, the obnoxious arts students wanting to kick on to politics, the engineering students backing up from last night's star trek marathon and the overseas students doing accounting majors...
On point of style, i must say i am generally impressed with half and disgusted with the other half. there is an abundance of super cute dresses and cut off denims, but too many poorly fitted, ugly items too. Ray Bans are everywhere. and i love my wayfarers, i really do. but they don't really suit everyone and change might do the world some good. am looking forward to the circular, John Lennon styles coming back (which seems to be on its way) ... i'm ready.
Uni is not as scary now i am about 3 years older than everyone else in my class and (sort of) know my way around. and hey, it beats being at work 5 days a week. I think i am a little bit older, a little bit wiser and will hopefully be more willing to entertain everything that irritates me throughout the semester.
After eighteen months i expected radical changes both physically to the buildings and attitude wise from my peers. Also not to be. The bus line up was long with a liquorice all-sorts of races telling stories of bottles of vodka and exaggerated bench presses.
I worked out the cheapest way to get to Asia. You buy a MyTicket2 from a 7/11 and jump on an 891 from Eddy Avenue. Voila!! I never realised i was an overseas student...
I have always had an issue with arrogance from people who had no right to be. it's odd when they don't really seem to have anything going for them. i had (i'm guessing an) engineering student walk past me and have a go at the Marxist trying to recruit some disciples. Uni should be all about smoking joints, late night drinking and standing up for causes (i am an arts student remember) and yet he took a shot at the person promoting an end to homophobia and homelessness. he sounded like such an arrogant wanker. i want to release a few bullies to UNSW to promote more 'real-life' situations and hierarchies. he would surely be a target.
One thing i love to do at uni is just sit around and watch people rushing past, critiquing their style, guessing what course they do & deciding whether they would make an apt girlfriend for me. It is easy to pick the courses. You have the effortlessly cool, chic media and film studies students, the obnoxious arts students wanting to kick on to politics, the engineering students backing up from last night's star trek marathon and the overseas students doing accounting majors...
On point of style, i must say i am generally impressed with half and disgusted with the other half. there is an abundance of super cute dresses and cut off denims, but too many poorly fitted, ugly items too. Ray Bans are everywhere. and i love my wayfarers, i really do. but they don't really suit everyone and change might do the world some good. am looking forward to the circular, John Lennon styles coming back (which seems to be on its way) ... i'm ready.
Uni is not as scary now i am about 3 years older than everyone else in my class and (sort of) know my way around. and hey, it beats being at work 5 days a week. I think i am a little bit older, a little bit wiser and will hopefully be more willing to entertain everything that irritates me throughout the semester.
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