Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Socially awkward..

If I kid myself that isolation leads to objectivity might it make up for the fact that I am comparatively socially lonely? Not tonight. Most days, yes.

belle and sebastian_electronic renaissance from melissa harding on Vimeo.

I adore this song.

There have been two great polarisations at various points in my life that have very nearly been characterised and described perfectly by the lyrics:
"If you dance for much very longer, you'll be known as the boy whose always dancing...
If you work for much very longer you'll be known as the boy whose always working..."

I think I'm still a misanthropist, in part. And that is at the heart of it.

Monday, 24 May 2010

Avoiding defeat..

Christ. It is all bloody stupid. I hate all of it. I am going to cry.

Patrick Watson- Luscious Life from Opak Media on Vimeo.

I'm keeping my chin up. Honest. I just need a moan, a hug and a drink. I will form a plan and I won't fall off the face of the earth.

Saturday, 15 May 2010

All The Lovers

Kylie Minogue - All The Lovers

Yey! Yey! Yey!

I like it. I can't wait for the real video. She'll look awesome. I want to go and see her live. I wish my Kylie t-shirt fit me.

Any promo company that wants to send me to her concert or send me a t-shirt or give me the new album, please feel free. They would all be warmly received.

Okay, that is the last shameless greedy request from me. For now. Until I really want something else.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

We're fucked..

Picture caption: "Look at the mess you've made!"

Yes, it is time to cry, despair, cash the pennies for the rainy day, repent your sins, watch the unfolding of the redressing of class power structures and throw up. I have done the last on that list. My tummy couldn't take the news. Throwing myself around the room and furniture. Writhing about on the floor. Postulating. Shouting. Conjecture and imaginings.

Sexual intercourse. I propose that fucking is the best way to proceed. Lose yourself in someone else. Exploit someone else to achieve ecstasy.

And do it do Death From Above 1979. It is amazing. That song.. Make Love And Listen To... bollocks.. it's a cliche for a reason, my friends.

Here is the sexiest. Hand picked not for love-making. For fucking. And to forget that we are politically fucked.

Death From Above 1979 - Pull Out [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

Monday, 10 May 2010

Failing tactics..

I am massively tired today. I have no reason to be. I didn't do anything strenuous yesterday. I had an adequate amount of sleep.

All the little things I usually do to kid myself into feeling energetic, or just less tired, are not working. I had 3 cups of coffee this morning, which is normally ends in nervous state. But yawns prevail. Peppermint tea to freshen up. Nothing. Sugary snack. Heavy eyes. Pretending I'm a Young Knife. Enjoyable but not making me as alert as I'd anticipate ordinarily.

And all the while toying with the question of whether it is social divisions that are important or is the real issue whether or not we can move beyond these social divisions through social mobility?

I'm too exhausted to mentally attend to this.

Collision: The Young Knives- She's attracted to from Smile on Vimeo.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

The Juan MacLean

My other half and I have been doing quite a bit of disco dancing around our house. Well - that is a lie - I have been dancing and then shouting demands that he join in.

You've got to command!

As sexy-voiced John MacLean would agree, no doubt. Or - if in fact he did disagree, then mother-fucking, fuck-me-I'm-sexy Nancy Whang would definitely agree.

I am addicted to disco "pow's". Fact.

If you've got a "pow", then you've got a fan!

The Juan MacLean - New Bot [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

Thursday, 6 May 2010

A very strange day...

I'm still poorly. Nervous and anxious. Desperate for anything to take my mind off what is happening. Listening to either Belle and Sebastian or Death From Above 1979. Immersing myself in the LCD Soundsystem album and attempting to formulate something exciting to say about it. I have a presentation next week. I'm not concerned, but I should be. My ears are ringing, my throat is sore, my eyes are puffy. I look bedraggled. I feel bedraggled.

At moments where I can no longer bare the world and the ongoings around me I have a deeply personal ritual.

I watch Yellow Submarine.

Yellow Submarine from alta2009 on Vimeo.