I have really wanted to blog again, but unfortunately I’ve felt creatively barren lately, perhaps it’s my need to fit in with the pressures of trying to conform with the social stereotype of a recently finished EX school student. The perpetual intoxication and sleep deprivation sap what little creative influence I get from the monotony of my own life.
I’ve decided to collate my various musings into something that may resemble a coherent blog post. If that doesn’t work, I think the solution to my problem is to do what every other hyper creative person did to become famous and start abusing illicit drugs until I’m within an inch of my life. Then, in theory I will produce my best work, inspiring millions and incurring the infatuation of countless gorgeous women only to abruptly pass away and have a thousand mentally unstable fanatics spread messages of the conspiracy of my passing and my seeming longevity despite all logical reasoning that my age would be in fact 154.
And to highlight the extent of my barren artistic spirit I’m going to once again blog about…you guessed it: Facebook. Lately this evening, I found myself with countless notifications about my “friends” and their “facebook stalkers”. To my disbelief I found that the facebook police had not warned them of their greatest net threats, rather it was a method to drag me off site into some seedy pop up cyber whore club. Facebook apps was lying to me yet again. I’m so sick of being let down by advertisement driven social networking sites like this. I mean before tonight all I wanted for Christmas was a new bike now it's got me ensnared in its talons believing I have some inherent need for a Westfield gift card.
And alas, once again here I am sustaining myself with perpetual blabbering, nourishing my own need for intellectual mana to feed me until I find my way out of the desert of my starving mind...
I hope this was frankly less than amusing.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
HERALD SUN HYPOCRISY
How timely it is that today, being Remembrance Day, and in the wake of the 20 year celebration of the destruction of the Berlin Wall, the holy ascension and triumph of the United States and democracy that the media is flooded with images of Nidal Malik Hasan, the gunmen who shot 13 fellow soldiers at an army base in Fort Hood.
Initially I was disinclined to actually express an opinion due to lack of real evidence; unlike some of our beloved journos who seem to think that they have a creative license on these matters. However, I thought it fitting that Alan Howe (Herald Sun Nov 9th Pg 24) and Andrew Bolt (Herald Sun Wednesday Nov 11th Pg 34), ever the informed immediately leapt into action in condemning the “jihadist”.
Andrew Bolt even had the gall to suggest that lo and behold! “he’d given away copies of the Koran on the morning of the shootings”. I know I was disgusted as well! Fancy a man of faith trying to spread his beliefs to those around him!
Wait, but now that I come to think of it, I’m sure that there would be many servicemen in the Australian and American armies that would be more than welcomed in spreading their Christian message to others. It is ignorant in the absolute extreme to claim that a spreading the Koran, (which contrary to popular belief is in fact not a “Jihad for Dummies” book) was a seedy act of terror. Not only this but there has been no conclusive evidence that I have seen at least confirming that this man had any real connections to terrorist organisations apart from some flimsy claims.
Now please, don’t get me wrong I am not validating this man’s actions in ANY way, I am not saying that what he did was anything short of despicable. I just think it would be prudent to perhaps turn the light back onto our own culture and perhaps see the more than visible contrasts between our own mentality and that of the “jihadists” we are so quick to denigrate.
I read the article “Sheik wants Wiggle Power” (Herald Sun Nov 11th p7) and was gobsmacked at the way the Sheik Haron was portrayed as “stupid” and “heartless” for the “preaching” of “his own kind of peace”. The guy was literally asking for the Wiggles to put on a show for Afghani, Iraqi and Australian children who had lost their parents in war. However this peaceful message which could give a sliver of hope to young children who are victims of war was blatantly overshadowed by his sending of “offensive letters” to the families of soldiers killed in war. This could seem hypocritical at first but think about it, children killed in bomb blasts during both the Iraqi and Afghani wars are seen as “collateral” to a much greater cause; however when children are killed in bomb blasts in the western world, it is a worldwide disgrace. Moreover, the “soldiers” who kill innocents in the western world are portrayed as gutless murderers, whilst the soldiers who kill innocents in the east; in Iraq and Afghanistan are portrayed as heroes. The unending hypocrisy of the western media summed it up for me. Page 15 of the Herald Sun on Nov 11th praised the new game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 illustrating the “ultra-realistic graphics” that bring gun fighting against terrorists in Afghanistan “to life”. Now every young man and boy can be a hero and kill some terrorists in the comfort of their own home, and hey maybe even those young children who will probably be denied the opportunity to meet the wiggles can re enact the way their parents died in “ultra-realistic” mode again, and again, and again.
I hope once again that this was frankly less than amusing.
Initially I was disinclined to actually express an opinion due to lack of real evidence; unlike some of our beloved journos who seem to think that they have a creative license on these matters. However, I thought it fitting that Alan Howe (Herald Sun Nov 9th Pg 24) and Andrew Bolt (Herald Sun Wednesday Nov 11th Pg 34), ever the informed immediately leapt into action in condemning the “jihadist”.
Andrew Bolt even had the gall to suggest that lo and behold! “he’d given away copies of the Koran on the morning of the shootings”. I know I was disgusted as well! Fancy a man of faith trying to spread his beliefs to those around him!
Wait, but now that I come to think of it, I’m sure that there would be many servicemen in the Australian and American armies that would be more than welcomed in spreading their Christian message to others. It is ignorant in the absolute extreme to claim that a spreading the Koran, (which contrary to popular belief is in fact not a “Jihad for Dummies” book) was a seedy act of terror. Not only this but there has been no conclusive evidence that I have seen at least confirming that this man had any real connections to terrorist organisations apart from some flimsy claims.
Now please, don’t get me wrong I am not validating this man’s actions in ANY way, I am not saying that what he did was anything short of despicable. I just think it would be prudent to perhaps turn the light back onto our own culture and perhaps see the more than visible contrasts between our own mentality and that of the “jihadists” we are so quick to denigrate.
I read the article “Sheik wants Wiggle Power” (Herald Sun Nov 11th p7) and was gobsmacked at the way the Sheik Haron was portrayed as “stupid” and “heartless” for the “preaching” of “his own kind of peace”. The guy was literally asking for the Wiggles to put on a show for Afghani, Iraqi and Australian children who had lost their parents in war. However this peaceful message which could give a sliver of hope to young children who are victims of war was blatantly overshadowed by his sending of “offensive letters” to the families of soldiers killed in war. This could seem hypocritical at first but think about it, children killed in bomb blasts during both the Iraqi and Afghani wars are seen as “collateral” to a much greater cause; however when children are killed in bomb blasts in the western world, it is a worldwide disgrace. Moreover, the “soldiers” who kill innocents in the western world are portrayed as gutless murderers, whilst the soldiers who kill innocents in the east; in Iraq and Afghanistan are portrayed as heroes. The unending hypocrisy of the western media summed it up for me. Page 15 of the Herald Sun on Nov 11th praised the new game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 illustrating the “ultra-realistic graphics” that bring gun fighting against terrorists in Afghanistan “to life”. Now every young man and boy can be a hero and kill some terrorists in the comfort of their own home, and hey maybe even those young children who will probably be denied the opportunity to meet the wiggles can re enact the way their parents died in “ultra-realistic” mode again, and again, and again.
I hope once again that this was frankly less than amusing.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Beginning of the end.
Firstly, i am extremely intimidated by the vacant blank spread of white that i'm looking at and the idea of this blog being anything less than an indulgence for my own pseudo intellectualism is losing credibility with every letter of this ridiculous "Trebuchet" font.
It is 1:34 in the morning and after finally being successfully coerced into creating a blog i realise i am suffering from a condition common to all bloggers: lack of anything substantial or worthwhile to talk about. WARNING: THIS POINTLESS AND DIRECTIONLESS RANT IS NOT COMING TO A CLOSE ANY TIME SOON TURN BACK NOW.
I had my literature exam today and to be honest i think the stigma around exams is so ridiculously hyped up that it is almost inevitable for the whole experience to be sincerely underwhelming. With every exam that i do, the more i realise that the "culmination of twelve or so years of schooling" is painfully anti climactic. I feel as though "the most important year of my life" (another phrase that really irritates me) is drawing to a really uneventful close. It prompts me to question my own seeming indifference to the whole situation...should i be more worried or stressed? It is then that i realise that the soothing calming drug that is the internet, with its myriad of potential distractions and connections to the outside world that i crave to reconnect with is in the other room, beckoning me to bask in its socially networkish goodness.
On that note i saw the other day, on facebook (yes this does illustrate the sad nature of my life when i blog about facebook) a group called "facebook destroyed my vce" or something along those lines. This got me thinking about those brilliant little groups that really illustrate so many of the tiny aspects of society that we take for granted in our every day lives. Slivers of wisdom such as "drunk conversations with people i've never met", "is that a guy or a girl" and my own personal favourite "You've been going out for three days, you're not fucking in love".
When i grow up (or at least once i hit puberty) i would love to meet these social commentators; these observers of man and shake their hand for the subtle, yet insightful way they deconstruct the very essence of society.
If you've made it this far i pity you and recommend highly that you engage in some sort of realistic social interaction to counterbalance the complete and utter waste of the last 3-4 minutes of your sad, miserable life.
I hope that this was frankly less than amusing.
Until next time,
Good Morning.
It is 1:34 in the morning and after finally being successfully coerced into creating a blog i realise i am suffering from a condition common to all bloggers: lack of anything substantial or worthwhile to talk about. WARNING: THIS POINTLESS AND DIRECTIONLESS RANT IS NOT COMING TO A CLOSE ANY TIME SOON TURN BACK NOW.
I had my literature exam today and to be honest i think the stigma around exams is so ridiculously hyped up that it is almost inevitable for the whole experience to be sincerely underwhelming. With every exam that i do, the more i realise that the "culmination of twelve or so years of schooling" is painfully anti climactic. I feel as though "the most important year of my life" (another phrase that really irritates me) is drawing to a really uneventful close. It prompts me to question my own seeming indifference to the whole situation...should i be more worried or stressed? It is then that i realise that the soothing calming drug that is the internet, with its myriad of potential distractions and connections to the outside world that i crave to reconnect with is in the other room, beckoning me to bask in its socially networkish goodness.
On that note i saw the other day, on facebook (yes this does illustrate the sad nature of my life when i blog about facebook) a group called "facebook destroyed my vce" or something along those lines. This got me thinking about those brilliant little groups that really illustrate so many of the tiny aspects of society that we take for granted in our every day lives. Slivers of wisdom such as "drunk conversations with people i've never met", "is that a guy or a girl" and my own personal favourite "You've been going out for three days, you're not fucking in love".
When i grow up (or at least once i hit puberty) i would love to meet these social commentators; these observers of man and shake their hand for the subtle, yet insightful way they deconstruct the very essence of society.
If you've made it this far i pity you and recommend highly that you engage in some sort of realistic social interaction to counterbalance the complete and utter waste of the last 3-4 minutes of your sad, miserable life.
I hope that this was frankly less than amusing.
Until next time,
Good Morning.
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