I’ve started a new Tumblr as a practical project for University. Pictures and songs and thing that relate to art and nature.
This dream I had last night.
I want to write it down before I forget. I was in a school yard not dissimilar to the one in my old primary school. There was a group of bully’s either beating up or making fun of some little kid and they were chasing him through the yard. Eventually one teacher saw and stopped them. He lifted up the little kid and moved him aside, then he picked the bullies up by the hair and put them facing a wall of this boilerhouse that was in the yard. At first, as their punishment, he made them try to climb up the wall which they obviously couldn’t do. Then apparently he made them sing songs from The Lion King and it turned into this little stage show. Girls from my secondary school were in it all of a sudden and one of them did this big vocal solo and everyone clapped. Then the little kid who had been bullied had turned into my dog and was running around playing with the other dogs. The main bully had turned into my cousins dog and was staring up at the sky. I started dragging him away and then everyone asked me why and I said because he was staring up at the sky.
Then I woke up. Weird.
digitalfaun asked: Vice articles suck, Vice pictures rule.
I got accepted into the Vice Blogging Network which doesn't mean much except I get free passes to cool shit in places I can't get to.
Yeah their articles aggravate me so much.
That’s pretty cool actually. I wish I was good enough at something to be accepted into something.
I’m not sure whether they try to be funny or try to be ironically unfunny or something, but I fucking hate this stupid cunt of a magazine. Stop telling people what is and isn’t cool you dopes. I bet I just ‘don’t get it’ though. Good. It means I’m not on the same level as you cunts.
From mostly listening to This Will Destroy You and Sigur Rós I was inspired to write this.
The chill of the damp grass on his cheek woke him up. He opened his eyes and saw that the dawn and the night were mixing into a dark light that never failed to invoke the feeling of melancholy he adored so much. The sun and the moon were sharing the sky, but were intensely battling for the reflection off the snow covered field he was lying in. The sun, of course, was winning. He could almost hear the gentle music of the stars fading out as the swelling sunrise grew longer and brighter. He knew it was time to go home.
(Hopefully I’ll actually go somewhere with this one.)
Slavoj Žižek
I saw him give a lecture and a Q&A tonight in South Bank as part of the London Literature Festival. He was incredibly interesting and very funny if not a little hard to understand in not only subject but also because of his accent and lisp. Still, I’m gonna buy his latest book tomorrow. It’s about the end of capitalism which should be awesome.
