Tuesday, June 28, 2011

words words wonderful words

Roald Dahl and Ernest Hemingway (awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.com)


If you hadn't figured out- I love reading.  It's something about the words and the smell of books.  The feel of a solid block of paper in your hands.  The marks that distinguish a book as well loved- creased with innumerable readings and re-readings. Roald Dahl is probably the first author who I had a true obsession with and in part I guess it is because I was a huge fan of Quentin Blake illustrations. 

Now that I no longer have university I am managing to read a bit more than usual (and more books of my choosing which is pretty great, I have to say).  I have recently re-read Breakfast at Tiffany's which proved to be just as dull as I had thought the first few times I read it.  Summer Crossing is definitely more to my taste although I am yet to read Capote's seminal work In cold blood.

 I also have tried some new authors this year, pretty amazing for me because I am prone to being set in my ways.  Also I think most book covers these days are sub-par so I'm kind of repulsed when I go into bookshops more often than not.  I know you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but I do.  It's bad, I know.  David Vann's Caribou Island is one that made it past my ugly radar which is fortunate because I think it's a gorgeously dark read.  I enjoy writing that is slightly off-beat if not a little grim.  I think it's because it can be more difficult to be gentle and beautiful when the subject matter isn't material that immediately lends itself to such description- I value the artistry/skill that an author has to employ to successfully write in this way.   I'm not one for romances or comedy in novels, in part because I think it's difficult to do particularly well.  But mainly because, let's be honest, reading sex scenes is completely weird.  Maybe I'm just a prude...

Next on my reading list are some non fiction books, I don't quite know what genre they fall into- I discussed this with a friend just yesterday.  I guess popular philosophy (?).  The first is a book Let's talk about love that examines the whole notion of taste and what is good and bad etc.  I'm also going to give Cruel Optimism (Lauren Berlant) a read.  I'm on the lookout for some good fiction too.  I feel like I should read the Alexandria Quartet because it is the 'done thing' after all.

I watched the documentary Grey Gardens last night.  That is a whole lot of crazy

Monday, June 27, 2011

Oh me oh my it's so chilly

So I said I was getting back into this very slowly.  Although don't think that I anticipated my reintroduction into the blogosphere would be quite as slow as it has been.

I wish I could say it has been because I am constantly busy and overwhelmed by a spectacular life that means I simply have no time to blog.  This, however, is in no way the case.  My friend asked me at dinner last week "So what do you actually do with your life?".  There is no positive way to interpret this comment.  I am becoming a hermit.  My life mainly consists of being cold and/or bored, watching documentaries, researching penguins and cooking. 

Last week my flatmate said "Yeah your cooking's getting better.  I mean at least we'll actually eat your food".  I've never found my own cooking inedible.  I worry that I have a retarded palate.  Or, my flatmate is just a bitch- thoughts? (Personally I maintain I saw devil horns emerging from her temples.  True story)

I made a roast chicken last night and risotto and Gwynnie's caramelized Brussels sprouts (check out http://www.goop.com/ to try).  Ooo and also bread and butter pudding with white chocolate bits (a recipe I stole off my big sister)- it uses croissants instead of normal bread/brioche.  Needless to say it has pretty much zero nutritional value and large amounts of artery filling fat.  It was pretty nom.  The flatmate who previously criticised my food wasn't at home so I don't actually know for sure the state of nomness of the meal (for aforementioned reasons- retarded palate etc).

Lots has been going on recently that I guess I have opinions on- Slutwalk and Alisdair Thompson.  Lots of other people seem to be having a good deal to contribute to these debates so I guess all I will say is this-
1.  I have no desire to reclaim the word 'slut' as a term for empowerment of women
2.  Alisdair Thompson is pretty much an ill-articulated individual who probably didn't mean the things he said.  In saying that- it doesn't mean that what he said was inexcusable.

On an entirely different note, UMO's new album is great (rad?).  Really it is.  I'm a huge Mint Chicks fan so the whole vibe of this album is definitely something I appreciate.



Given the title of this post I should mention that f*ck it is cold this morning.  I had to sock AND slipper it this morning to keep my feet warm.  Thermals, hideous as they are, have been reintroduced to my life.

Friday, June 3, 2011

I'm such a rebel at work I sometimes read recipe blogs instead of writing contract documents.  I also twitter and blog as well, which, you know, strictly speaking isn't particularly good either. 

One of the things that has changed since we last spoke (as in last year, not just last week) is that I've moved out of home.  My sub-par culinary skills have had to undergo a rather rapid upgrade- for the sake of myself and also the flatties who might be forced to eat whatever mush I might be capable of producing. 

I've had some mild successes- Bran muffins and Chilli con Carne.  Corn Bread was pretty much a failure.  I don't like to talk about it.  I've also burnt two pots so far.  And set fire to a fry pan and then also a tea-towel. 

Anywhoo I've found this super cool blog about food:

http://cannelle-vanille.blogspot.com/

It has the most spectacular photos of the most scrummy of recipes so I'm hoping to attempt to recreate them this weekend.

Oh shit, I just got snapped writing this.  AH.

I best return to the toils of working life...

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Getting back into it

Lots has changed.  I work full time now.  It varies between being good and more than horrifically bad.  Sometimes I want to strangle other people in my pod with my mouse.

Going to get back into it ve-ry slowly.  In part because I think I'm losing brain cells by the second.

This is a pic of Grace Coddington and Karl (Lagerfeld, duh) I found on this totes awesome blog that I have taken to frequenting:
awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.tumblr.com

check it out.

Oh, also- welcome back! (welcome back, welcome back, welcome ba-ack)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Wondering why I've gone all academic on your ass?

So.... some people might be wondering what's changed?  Is she back on crack or just off the crack?  Neither of these realities is true.  I read a book.  Amazing I know.  But one does resort to reading once in a while... anywaaaay what the book made me consider is the responsible use of technology in terms of our responsibility to maintain humanity through technology.  If you're interested, the book is "You are not a gadget" by Jaron Lanier and I highly, highly recommend it to you.  It offers some really wonderful insights into why we are human and why a machine is a machine and even though we have to operate within the confines of what machinery offers us, we can still maintain a human element.  Lanier posits that we should extract ourselves from the anonymity that the interenet and the digitas enables and become human by identifying ourselves as people and not cutegirl5678 on youtube (this is not my youtube name p.s.).  I'm not about to humanise my blog too much but I like what Lanier has to say regarding our responsibility to use the internet wisely, to not engage in a hive mentality but rather offer things that we have truly contemplated and considered before we post things on the internet.  This is what I'm trying to do. 

I'm still me... though what is 'me' ?... if you don't actually know me, I'm just a blogger who seems slightly unstable and prone to ranting and swearing mixed up with some severely poor taste in music perhaps...  I'm not a machine though, that at least, I can guarantee you

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Different Kittler of fish

Because i feel like it, and not because i think I'm spectacular, i've also included the post that i completed on Kittler who discusses extremely exciting and optimistic topics including our personal subservience to technology and how we're all manipulated by the media power structures that surround us.  Yes.  General happy sh*t.

On KIttler:  Resistance is (not) futile

Kittler only adds to the list of scholars who have so kindly dashed any of my naive dreams regarding individualism and finding my own path in life and replaced them within apparatuses (apparitii? I want to say), statistical models and now within the notions of transcendental capitalism and power structures in which Rupert Murdoch-like characters are the norm. Life, in general, is really looking up.




Technology has irreversibly altered our consciousness and the way that we have come to live. Not that this is anything new, technology such as the wheel, around 3,500 B.C changed the way people thought about distance and placed themselves in the world just as the internet and Google has changed the way that we are able to connect with one another and how we consider time and space. While people create technology, this select group is tiny in comparison to the rest of the population who use, or are subservient to, (depending on your perspective) that technology. The people who create technology would appear to be the ultimate power players. And yet, are they really? Without the rest of us to buy into their technology, their technology is rendered useless. Without a capitalist medium through which to offer their technology, their technology cannot be marketed, or accessed by the general public. Even when new technology attempts to break free of the models that it seeks to change and improve, via feedback, the newer technology only becomes absorbed by the power structure of the existing technology. As the technology industry burgeons, it becomes increasingly apparent that all these forms of technology are dependent upon one another (just think how the ipod alone was able to spurn a whole range of 'i-technologies') and because of this are all reliant upon economic models and power structures that support the capitalist aims of a given media.



If one is to consider that writing is a medium through which we unavoidably leave a trace of ourselves, the fact that writing is subsumed to these power structures and economic models means that we, as people, are mere pawns in the capitalist game of technology. Technology is apparently rendering our imagination and hallucinatory capacity useless. We no longer want to dream or think outside of the sphere of possibility because technology can do it for us... Technology can be programmed to produce things that the designers might think we want, and maybe our wants are confined within the capabilities of what a machine can do, however, I think the purpose of dreaming and imagination has to do with a search for satisfaction and a desire for something that cannot be articulated or made tangible. I am yet to find a machine that pre-emptively fulfils any want that I may have (although the fact that I am rather technologically inept may have something to do with this). There are some things that go on in my brain that would be difficult to form in any medium, not only because I would struggle to articulate my hallucinations adequately enough for reproduction but because I don't think my hallucinations are only 'things', that is, they are not necessarily tangible or visible but something else (here, my inability to articulate what I mean is obvious). Technological determinism seems to simplify the hallucinatory capabilities of the individual and pre-emptively assumes that technology can cater to these rather under-rated possibilities of thought and sensation that might not be able to be mechanically reproduced (I'm thinking of smell and taste specifically here).



There will always be rule breakers, those who question and challenge the bounds that technology places upon us, whether in writing or in music or in any medium. I think Lisa Samuels is challenging the standardisation of writing, not only by contemplating the canon but also in the de-constructive work she is doing with 'gap scans'. Scratchers changed the way that Edison's phonograph worked in order to create a new type of music and were able to do so precisely because they were on the periphery of the capitalist model that had been established for music at the time which I think is pretty cool. Banksy contests the boundary between what is art and what is considered the defacement of public property though I think it is interesting how his popularity (and how capitalism has used such popularity) might be contrary to his own ideology regarding being outside the 'establishment'. Resistance will always be managed and re-apsorbed into the system that it threatens, however I wouldn't be so pessimistic to suggest that resistance is futile. The fact that technology continues to develop reflects the ever-changing notions of the authentic and the inauthentic and how people are pushing and changing boundaries, forming new networks or making older ones larger. There is still a human element to technology and it is perhaps the most important aspect to it... Without human input, technology is only idle chips and bits of plastic and copper wire. We are what makes technology.

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