Real indies write in Moleskines. In pencil (that's more indie you see...)
If they have a Macbook they carry it in their vintage-chic bohemian bag or a cotton bookbag branded with some obscure intellectual/ironic quote "WE did not. right HERE"
The true indie doesn't even listen to indie music. Now that it has legitimigised itself as its own autonomous genre the indie is forever seeking out a more underground and unconventional music style to fulfil their audial requirements. They need not even like the music, the more disliked it is- the better. Vampire Weekend does not count.
Indies proclaim a love of Gonzo journalism, not entirely sure of exactly what it is, when questioned about it they say "well it's all aesthetics isn't it" (uh huh... yes I'm sure it is...). They usually have a limited understanding of the current state of politics as they generally are living circa 1970's-1990's in some vicarious form- through philosophy, dress or obsession with the intellectual discourse of the time. Also, if you haven't figured this out by now- all indies are smart. Yes. Genius even.
Some indies like to pretend that they are dressed in op-shop clothes. This is usually a lie and their outfit is usually a very stylised concoction of zambesi pieces and vintage designer labels. Other indies would have you believe that they do not own mirrors. This too, is a lie. They like to look like bag ladies.
Indies also never eat. This applies to both males and females. FAT IS NOT OKAY PEOPLE
Wish you were indie?
x
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Books are my boyfriend
Sad, but true. Books are far easier than people to deal with- for starters they don't talk back, it's their job to entertain you and you can shut them and put them away and pick them up again whenever it is most convenient for you.
You don't have to worry about being witty or cute or whatever romantic stereotype you're supposed to fulfil, hey, you don't even have to look decent to date your bounded, paged, typefaced friend. Books aren't needy or jealous, they don't play whacky mind games with you and they are also portable- able to be taken anywhere, by train, car, boat or plane without the bother of having to fork out extra cash. Books are also very economically viable, they don't eat or drink, require Birthday or Christmas presents and if you get bored of a book you can always get a bit of cash back by exchanging him at your local second bookshop. The range of books is also extensive... interested in a wild romance, a easy to read best seller, a handsome mysterious crime novel, all can be acquired within your local bookstore shelf...
Are you weirded out yet? I'm actually not insane (I swear this statement is becoming more and more necessary in these posts) I think just lazy. My tolerance and patience to deal with another human being is between zero and .... well, zero. Maybe I should re-ignite the cat lady dream, I figure if you're going to be a spinster you may as well do it on a grandiose scale...
Being an old lady with a house full of books is nowhere near as exciting as abusing your neighbours from a rickety rocking chair on your front veranda with a small army of cats negotiating their way through your overgrown front garden... to quote the model of this dream, Mrs Dubose, as found in Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird', "Don;t say hey to me you ugly girl!"
You don't have to worry about being witty or cute or whatever romantic stereotype you're supposed to fulfil, hey, you don't even have to look decent to date your bounded, paged, typefaced friend. Books aren't needy or jealous, they don't play whacky mind games with you and they are also portable- able to be taken anywhere, by train, car, boat or plane without the bother of having to fork out extra cash. Books are also very economically viable, they don't eat or drink, require Birthday or Christmas presents and if you get bored of a book you can always get a bit of cash back by exchanging him at your local second bookshop. The range of books is also extensive... interested in a wild romance, a easy to read best seller, a handsome mysterious crime novel, all can be acquired within your local bookstore shelf...
Are you weirded out yet? I'm actually not insane (I swear this statement is becoming more and more necessary in these posts) I think just lazy. My tolerance and patience to deal with another human being is between zero and .... well, zero. Maybe I should re-ignite the cat lady dream, I figure if you're going to be a spinster you may as well do it on a grandiose scale...
Being an old lady with a house full of books is nowhere near as exciting as abusing your neighbours from a rickety rocking chair on your front veranda with a small army of cats negotiating their way through your overgrown front garden... to quote the model of this dream, Mrs Dubose, as found in Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird', "Don;t say hey to me you ugly girl!"
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Curiouser and Curiouser...
We all know as a humans, we're a pretty weird kind of species. Behaviour- pretty odd. Aesthetics- below average for most. Intelligence- dubious in all cases. I am starting to see however, that people are a touch (or 5 touches) more crazy than you usually give them credit for.
I have been exposed to all kind of whacky behaviour of recent... not to say that in using "exposed" I am discounting myself in anyway from the aforementioned whacky behaviour- it is, after all, pretty clear I'm a few screws short in a variety of areas (not to go into too many specifics but... directional abilities, sight, hearing, stair ascendancy and descendancy, sleeping, obsessions with wizards etc etc). But, I digress, the whacky behaviour of others has led me to question the sanity of people... why the hell do some people make the decisions that they do? Given a set of circumstances, recent experience would suggest to me that the human race likes to screw things up as much as possible- taking the most precarious route to come to a decision, ultimately ignoring other people entirely slash committing themselves to a situation that one could only assume they enjoy as some sort of sadistic pleasure.
This onslaught of the very euphemistically labeled 'curious' behaviour is seriously starting to grind my gears. Weirdo, whacko, selective behaviour is just pretty herp to tell you the truth. They have drugs for your multiple personalities and obvious anxiety issues and insecurities. Hook yourself up with those pretty little balls of happiness. Talk to your doctor, consult the local crack-fiend... whatever it takes. SORT IT OUT.
x
I have been exposed to all kind of whacky behaviour of recent... not to say that in using "exposed" I am discounting myself in anyway from the aforementioned whacky behaviour- it is, after all, pretty clear I'm a few screws short in a variety of areas (not to go into too many specifics but... directional abilities, sight, hearing, stair ascendancy and descendancy, sleeping, obsessions with wizards etc etc). But, I digress, the whacky behaviour of others has led me to question the sanity of people... why the hell do some people make the decisions that they do? Given a set of circumstances, recent experience would suggest to me that the human race likes to screw things up as much as possible- taking the most precarious route to come to a decision, ultimately ignoring other people entirely slash committing themselves to a situation that one could only assume they enjoy as some sort of sadistic pleasure.
This onslaught of the very euphemistically labeled 'curious' behaviour is seriously starting to grind my gears. Weirdo, whacko, selective behaviour is just pretty herp to tell you the truth. They have drugs for your multiple personalities and obvious anxiety issues and insecurities. Hook yourself up with those pretty little balls of happiness. Talk to your doctor, consult the local crack-fiend... whatever it takes. SORT IT OUT.
x
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Who are you, we, me, us?
I'm sure people have figured out by now that I am rather an eclectic individual, in the sense that I really don't confine myself to many bounds in terms of what i find interesting. I would go so far as so suggest that i detest those people who enjoy being boxed in, labelled and forever living their lives under the pressure that is this pseudo-identity that they've created for themselves, slash not really- as realistically such identities are chiefly constructed for the benefit/admiration of others.
The construction of identity is something that we all do, yes- I do think identity is constructed rather than innate, whether subconsciously or not. In the digital world the construction of such identities is made somewhat more easy or rather accessible I guess. In the physical world the construction of identity is monitored or at least judged by those around you- you are Gothic because you dress a certain way, listen to a certain type of music etc, but you cannot simply decide just to become Gothic and therefore suddenly are Gothic without some external input that warrants you as a true and unquestionable Goth. Similarly you can't just decide that you are a certain religion, I can't just casually declare myself Muslim as much as I cannot authenticate myself as a cat or a fairy or a mountain or a man...
What this is all coming down to is a question that was posed in a lecture this week, is our identity and in some sense therefore our consciousness (of ourselves and others) limited by the language system that we are forced to operate in? And if so, how is consciousness changing in the digital age? It's an interesting question. Do we operate in the digital age within the same language system that we do in 'normal' life, that is, everyday conversation and writing? Sure computers use code to communicate messages in the digital space, but the reality of the average person being able to interpret and use the code (whether binary or otherwise) to communicate effectively is limited- we still rely upon words, sentence structure, connotation etc that we continue to use in everyday life to communicate on the Internet. Obviously certain technical jargon has developed as the digital world grows, wiki's, tweets, blogging etc. Largely, however, it is obvious that we have remained tied to the existing systems of linguistic communication that have been used for over 2000 years now.
So.... returning to the notion of identity in a digital age, the difference then does not lie within the system in which we construct identity, but rather in the form or medium. The 'facelessness' of the digital age, allows anonymity- for people to establish and construct themselves with little concern for the effects of such construction- you no longer have to prove yourself. It's not the first time that the issue on anonymity was seized upon as a way to seek freedom from labels and stereotypes- one only needs to look to the works of George Eliot and Curer Bell (Charlotte Bronte) and earlier examples of women authors seeking freedom through male nom de plume's.
So has our consciousness and identity changed in the digital age? Perhaps, I don't think that I personally have sought to create a personality outside of my own through this blog, however some might disagree... Certainly I have attempted to maintain some degree of anonymity but it is not because I am attempting to create something that I am not, or more deviously hide who I truly am. In a world where avatars, virtual lives and realities through facebook, twitter and blogging become more and more pervasive in society does who we are and what we stand for become more or less important?
Anyway all very interesting and mind boggling stuff... or just a bunch of Wednesday afternoon nonsense!
x
The construction of identity is something that we all do, yes- I do think identity is constructed rather than innate, whether subconsciously or not. In the digital world the construction of such identities is made somewhat more easy or rather accessible I guess. In the physical world the construction of identity is monitored or at least judged by those around you- you are Gothic because you dress a certain way, listen to a certain type of music etc, but you cannot simply decide just to become Gothic and therefore suddenly are Gothic without some external input that warrants you as a true and unquestionable Goth. Similarly you can't just decide that you are a certain religion, I can't just casually declare myself Muslim as much as I cannot authenticate myself as a cat or a fairy or a mountain or a man...
What this is all coming down to is a question that was posed in a lecture this week, is our identity and in some sense therefore our consciousness (of ourselves and others) limited by the language system that we are forced to operate in? And if so, how is consciousness changing in the digital age? It's an interesting question. Do we operate in the digital age within the same language system that we do in 'normal' life, that is, everyday conversation and writing? Sure computers use code to communicate messages in the digital space, but the reality of the average person being able to interpret and use the code (whether binary or otherwise) to communicate effectively is limited- we still rely upon words, sentence structure, connotation etc that we continue to use in everyday life to communicate on the Internet. Obviously certain technical jargon has developed as the digital world grows, wiki's, tweets, blogging etc. Largely, however, it is obvious that we have remained tied to the existing systems of linguistic communication that have been used for over 2000 years now.
So.... returning to the notion of identity in a digital age, the difference then does not lie within the system in which we construct identity, but rather in the form or medium. The 'facelessness' of the digital age, allows anonymity- for people to establish and construct themselves with little concern for the effects of such construction- you no longer have to prove yourself. It's not the first time that the issue on anonymity was seized upon as a way to seek freedom from labels and stereotypes- one only needs to look to the works of George Eliot and Curer Bell (Charlotte Bronte) and earlier examples of women authors seeking freedom through male nom de plume's.
So has our consciousness and identity changed in the digital age? Perhaps, I don't think that I personally have sought to create a personality outside of my own through this blog, however some might disagree... Certainly I have attempted to maintain some degree of anonymity but it is not because I am attempting to create something that I am not, or more deviously hide who I truly am. In a world where avatars, virtual lives and realities through facebook, twitter and blogging become more and more pervasive in society does who we are and what we stand for become more or less important?
Anyway all very interesting and mind boggling stuff... or just a bunch of Wednesday afternoon nonsense!
x
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Jellies to make you Jelly
So I have been a wee bit absent from ze blog of late, apologies, I have no excuse to offer other than plain and simple laziness... I have decided, with some prodding from friends, that I should really resume posting, not for any other reason than that it seems rather useless to give up this here blog, given that in reality I have very little else to fulfil my time.
Well... that is not strictly true, however let us say that my other pursuits are not as... hmmm, constructive perhaps (?) as the blog. Note: I have spent (not entirely out of indulgence i add in my defence) a significant amount of money on shoes in past four days on two pairs of shoes, one pair of which there was below-zero need to purchase. Shopping, obviously is not a constructive filling of my time, in fact appears to be rather destructive- to my bank balance and my moral sense that I should be saving, at least.
I have been admiring the 'melissa' range of jelly shoes for some-time and I concede that I have a particular affinity for foot encasement's of the jelly variety, as my childhood photos show- Jellies were my fave fashion option from age 2-7, ending only at age seven as my feet grew too large to fit the children's sizes (obviously Jellies had not yet reached the level of retro-cool that they now have to be made into adult sizes). My jelly fetish was indulged when I was coerced by a well-trained and spectacularly engaging shop assistant in Jaime Boutique to purchase some Melissa by Jean-Paul Gaultier Jelly heels (there are also, more commonly, Melissa by DVF kicking about too). These are perhaps going to be the ONLY piece of Gaultier that I will even encounter in my life, and given my current rate of saving, ability to get a job and levels of self control, may be the last pair of high heels I will ever purchase.
Do I care? No! Defiant as ever, I protested to my mother that my unfulfilled childhood longing drove me to purchase the shoes and it is all part of the growing up process (more of which- later this week..). Anyway, I thought I'd re-ignite your passion for the plastic fantastic footwear too, so, without further ado, an homage to Melissa
x
Well... that is not strictly true, however let us say that my other pursuits are not as... hmmm, constructive perhaps (?) as the blog. Note: I have spent (not entirely out of indulgence i add in my defence) a significant amount of money on shoes in past four days on two pairs of shoes, one pair of which there was below-zero need to purchase. Shopping, obviously is not a constructive filling of my time, in fact appears to be rather destructive- to my bank balance and my moral sense that I should be saving, at least.
I have been admiring the 'melissa' range of jelly shoes for some-time and I concede that I have a particular affinity for foot encasement's of the jelly variety, as my childhood photos show- Jellies were my fave fashion option from age 2-7, ending only at age seven as my feet grew too large to fit the children's sizes (obviously Jellies had not yet reached the level of retro-cool that they now have to be made into adult sizes). My jelly fetish was indulged when I was coerced by a well-trained and spectacularly engaging shop assistant in Jaime Boutique to purchase some Melissa by Jean-Paul Gaultier Jelly heels (there are also, more commonly, Melissa by DVF kicking about too). These are perhaps going to be the ONLY piece of Gaultier that I will even encounter in my life, and given my current rate of saving, ability to get a job and levels of self control, may be the last pair of high heels I will ever purchase.
Do I care? No! Defiant as ever, I protested to my mother that my unfulfilled childhood longing drove me to purchase the shoes and it is all part of the growing up process (more of which- later this week..). Anyway, I thought I'd re-ignite your passion for the plastic fantastic footwear too, so, without further ado, an homage to Melissa
x
Friday, July 9, 2010
Ye Ole time Glam
I wish I had been born decades earlier. Forgo the fact that women had way fewer rights and there were a couple of wars early in the century and you're in dream land...
Carole Landis (loveyourplace.blogspot.com)
Mary Pickford (loveyourplace.blogspot.com)
1940's vogue shoot (loveyourplace.blogspot.com)
Little Edie Beale (of Grey Gardens fame)
Katherine Hepburn
Natalie Wood (filmnoirphotos.blogspot.com)
Need I say... Marilyn Monroe
Ahhh sigh. Such inspiration is enough to make me want to actually make a decent effort to make myself appear, well, decent. Alas, I simply can not be bothered!
x
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Esmeralda me stat
Ok ok, so I concede I have utterly failed in my promise to blog everyday this week however, guys, this is big news, HUGE in fact- I have discovered my dream wedding celebration nay event wait... no wedding spectacular is really more of an apt description.
I wouldn't want to detract from the written aspects of this post so will complete the post sans a picture and allow my words to create the picture in your mind.
So we begin:
Pink, taffeta, sateen, polyester shiny-ness, ruffles, diamantes, layers, crinoline petticoats, tiaras, enormous pageant-esque hairdo- curls (crimping if i'm feeling adventurous), tan in a can (heavy on the orange hue), blue eyeshadow, dress weight in excess of 30 kg's, hair pieces, feather attachments, 10 foot long veil, pumpkin like carriage, 12 bridesmaids (at least), performing midget, 20 tiered wedding cake, potential fountain attachment... i could go on.
If you're as bored as I am I suggest you search google images- Gypsy Wedding. Amazing
x
I wouldn't want to detract from the written aspects of this post so will complete the post sans a picture and allow my words to create the picture in your mind.
So we begin:
Pink, taffeta, sateen, polyester shiny-ness, ruffles, diamantes, layers, crinoline petticoats, tiaras, enormous pageant-esque hairdo- curls (crimping if i'm feeling adventurous), tan in a can (heavy on the orange hue), blue eyeshadow, dress weight in excess of 30 kg's, hair pieces, feather attachments, 10 foot long veil, pumpkin like carriage, 12 bridesmaids (at least), performing midget, 20 tiered wedding cake, potential fountain attachment... i could go on.
If you're as bored as I am I suggest you search google images- Gypsy Wedding. Amazing
x
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