Arse of the Self

Totalising world views...

Foucault talks about arts of the self...
I think in my case, arse of the self makes more sense.
In fact, as the above picture suggests, I think sometimes I have my head stuck up my arse - but that picture is really just an adornment to this entry and not an appropriate illustration to what I am talking about.
I often try to impress but end up being unimpressed by the lack of an appreciative reception and lash out at others or try too hard to fit in.
Still!
I don't think we're in high school anymore, Toto!
My boyfriend is really good at arts of the self. So much more post modern than he realises... He'll learn!
I think this is one of the things I don't like about Foucault: his french pretentiousness. It's not hard to see why a bunch of fags would get into the guy.
Drama. Persona. Put on.
Go Deleuze and Guattari any day.

Autechre Appreciation Society

Photo left
intentionally small to
frustrate viewers

I just had a funny thought about what it would look like if a bunch of people who love autechre and other like-minded artists got together and listened to music and swapped albums and so on.
Here's why it would be funny:
The music listening would involve people smoking pot and lying down, trying to get maximum comfort and sound proximity in order to osmotically absorb the sounds into their central nervous system to become one with the sine waves and the music swapping wouldn't happen because, "Dammit! I need ten copies of Tri Repetae just in case nine of them spontaneously combust!" A fate worse than death.
Still, maybe an electronic version of society could be invoked here.
Some kind of notice board set up for people who make cool music and like autechre and associated groups to talk shit together. Shit very few people seem to understand or want to talk about. Such as the ideas that underpin the music autechre makes and so on.
I feel so isolated.
Above is a picture of the boys.
...They still float my boat...

Lo 5's

5 Americanisms I hate:

1. "goofing off"
2. "rooting for"
3. "buddy"
4. "folks"
5. "it's like, sooo totally awesome, 'n' stuff"

5 Australianisms I hate:

1. "mateship"
2. "don't come the raw prawn"
3. "sheila"
4. "flat out like a lizard drinking water"
5. "dinky di"

So when I caught up with my father in Tasmania just recently, he said to me, "There are some things I really hate about you, but I want you to know that I do love you."
I said, "I know," and ran out to the kitchen to make dinner, embarrassed.
A little later, after dinner, I said to Dad, "Do you really think you're going to die anytime soon?"
And he said, "No, not really."
Interesting relationship, ours.

Curious George

Below is a picture I took when I was last in Hell.
As you can see, George was there.
And rightly so!
The deal is, I was doing my social work prac in a town not in Victoria and part of the experience involved borrowing a digital camera and taking photos at the annual Senior's Day Expo in the local Over 50's Club (also an RSL, surprisingly!).
The local MLC or AlderMAN or whatever was there spraying his conservative vitriol over the gathered audience.
Fortunately, I happened to take a photo of Curious George gesturing in front of the Chocolate Wheel like a gameshow host.
I then tweaked the photo in a photo editing program on the computer.
Me? Fixated? Never!
It only took me quite a few hours to complete what you see below...



Curious George: Ultra Conservative Alderman and Cosmic Gameshow Host Extraordinaire.

High 5

Here are my Top 5 reasons to wank more often:
1. It smells good.
2. If you can't love yourself, who can you love?
3. It's good to spread your genetic materials around. Makes for a more diverse world.
4. It makes the baby Jesus cry. Pay back!
5. You can legitimately call yourself a self-saucing pudd - no need for metaphors! Great!
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I think I'm bored of my blog...
Here's a picture to help you get started:



Give in to your carnal desires several times every day. Go on.

Pleas!

Won't somebody reply to this entry?
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