Things I will miss about geriatrics: the use of the word "demented" as a verb
I've been feeling out of sorts recently. I say that a lot on LJ, don't I? It is because I am useless and whiny :P
No, not really. Well, not that much. Am I? Actually, seeing as how I'm going gay and Greek later in this post, I think this Cavafy poem is a pretty good summary of the way I think I've been feeling lately.
Half An Hour - C.P. Cavafy
I never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --
I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.
And it seems to me that you understood,
and stayed somewhat longer on purpose.
This was very necessary. Because
for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,
I needed to see your lips as well,
I needed to have your body close.
I don't know. It just seems like one of those periods in time where most everyone around me is settling into relationships and I'm...I don't know, thinking about the historical derivation of the rhetoric of aged care, reading economic philosophy and listening to songs made out of static with titles based on works by Walter Benjamin? Sexy and exciting stuff and I cannot imagine why anyone would not consider me immensely desirable as a result of it.
Moving on from sarcasm, today I finished The Slap, by Christos Tsiolkas. I normally don't read that much Australian fiction because I usually think it's crap. But I'm promoting this. It's Broken Social Scene, and barbecues, and beer, and class, and race, and religion, and sexuality, and summer, and the Big Day Out, and drugs, and histories, and things that people say, and things that they don't. It's the same kind of feeling as Gig Ryan poems. It's not exactly a timeless classic of literature, because it's pretty much only designed for people below the age of about 60 and above the age of about 16 (so they remember the last decade) who live in Australia. And the writing isn't pretty enough to give it critical acclaim by lit snobs like me. But it's an excellent book because it's...comfortable. It's really great to just sink into and be surrounded by the familiar. Think Looking for Alibrandi if it was aimed at non-young-adults.
Also today I ground myself some coffee. By hand, using a mortar and pestle. It was delicious, and I think that even if mum buys a new coffee grinder, I'll continue doing things this way. It'll be just like my obsession with hand-beating egg-whites for things (it's definitely the better way).
(Oh, and I feel I should mention it, because I have a list on the internet, if anyone really wants to borrow any theory books off me, let me know. I get a surprising amount of use out of them, but I don't have to have that many of them around at any given time)
Edit: And because I keep forgetting, I was going to post this up...well, a couple of times over the past year, and I kept forgetting. But this is a report generated by the People Who Make Decisions about the history and reasons for the global financial crisis, and their recommendations for what needed fixing. Keep in mind, it was published in April last year, but they (the FSF) have done a couple of follow-up documents since.
No, not really. Well, not that much. Am I? Actually, seeing as how I'm going gay and Greek later in this post, I think this Cavafy poem is a pretty good summary of the way I think I've been feeling lately.
Half An Hour - C.P. Cavafy
I never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --
I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.
And it seems to me that you understood,
and stayed somewhat longer on purpose.
This was very necessary. Because
for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,
I needed to see your lips as well,
I needed to have your body close.
I don't know. It just seems like one of those periods in time where most everyone around me is settling into relationships and I'm...I don't know, thinking about the historical derivation of the rhetoric of aged care, reading economic philosophy and listening to songs made out of static with titles based on works by Walter Benjamin? Sexy and exciting stuff and I cannot imagine why anyone would not consider me immensely desirable as a result of it.
Moving on from sarcasm, today I finished The Slap, by Christos Tsiolkas. I normally don't read that much Australian fiction because I usually think it's crap. But I'm promoting this. It's Broken Social Scene, and barbecues, and beer, and class, and race, and religion, and sexuality, and summer, and the Big Day Out, and drugs, and histories, and things that people say, and things that they don't. It's the same kind of feeling as Gig Ryan poems. It's not exactly a timeless classic of literature, because it's pretty much only designed for people below the age of about 60 and above the age of about 16 (so they remember the last decade) who live in Australia. And the writing isn't pretty enough to give it critical acclaim by lit snobs like me. But it's an excellent book because it's...comfortable. It's really great to just sink into and be surrounded by the familiar. Think Looking for Alibrandi if it was aimed at non-young-adults.
Also today I ground myself some coffee. By hand, using a mortar and pestle. It was delicious, and I think that even if mum buys a new coffee grinder, I'll continue doing things this way. It'll be just like my obsession with hand-beating egg-whites for things (it's definitely the better way).
(Oh, and I feel I should mention it, because I have a list on the internet, if anyone really wants to borrow any theory books off me, let me know. I get a surprising amount of use out of them, but I don't have to have that many of them around at any given time)
Edit: And because I keep forgetting, I was going to post this up...well, a couple of times over the past year, and I kept forgetting. But this is a report generated by the People Who Make Decisions about the history and reasons for the global financial crisis, and their recommendations for what needed fixing. Keep in mind, it was published in April last year, but they (the FSF) have done a couple of follow-up documents since.