Can you actually have a profession as a milk drinker? And if you look at that Coles milk label, do you think the cows eyes are photo shopped? I keep looking at it and wondering, but if you want photo shopping check this mighty beast:
What a fine example of photo shopping this is. Indeed, Consu is in fact standing with Edward Cullen. Wow, the quality! This comes from the absolute scare of discovering New Moon is soon to be released and discussing the quality of Edwards hair. Its ginger. Its a scary thought, maybe its mind control, who knows?
I'll have some proper photographs to upload soon from History Week, finds and winter leaves. Guess what? Our heaters broken and we are warming ourselves with tea and endless amounts of socks, jumpers and trackies. Its all happening here. Yesterday I heard some girls discussing their looks, one complaining she had no look. Then she suggested taking up the bogan look because thats really in. I'm wondering if shes either really dumb, impressionable, actually is a bogan or a combination of all. If this actually is the truth, well I'm doing well. I'm hip! (I was once told, anything that was proclaimed as hip, wasn't. Because hip, wasn't hip. Some sort of weird theory but actually probably true.)
In other news. I want a cat. Reeeeaalllllyyy. I miss my poor little moggy in Singapore, despite updating his Facebook regularly, its not quite the same. Especially his views on meat eating, its quite disturbing.
I must also recommend you all listen, or download for free at Triple J, Dappled Cities 'The Price'. Its absolutely fantastic and after having it stuck in my head for the entire duration of a maths test, I can say it still is appealing. Thats a big thing right? Its a bit like a happier, boppier Editors, perhaps? See what you think.
Its a sad day when you're wondering, 'why is it so foggy' then after ten minutes you realise its your hot breath in the cold air. I realise I keep whining about how cold its been but it has been. Simply. That is all.
It's been a very good week, I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to my grandmother!
'What the hell is the girl thinking?'
So carrot cake in hand I ventured out with warm birthday wishes. The present I bought for my dear grandmother was one of them movable hands (you know the ones artists use? Like the bodies but not? Is this helping in any manner?). I intended to give it to her with the phrase, 'I thought I'd give you a hand', oh my! Stop that cunning humor! Unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, my joke went unnoticed. This was due to the fact that as soon as my gran, dear gran, opened the present she molded the hand into giving the finger. With this she gestured it around the room, scrunching her nose and baring her teeth, shouting, 'next time them charity people come...I'll show them', more gesturing ensues. Hopefully she liked it. I'm not entirely sure, though. I was slightly shocked to say the least.
Soon my mother turned up and three generations of women sat there and talked over many different topics including the Irish ('they're everywhere!' Who needs to worry about China taking over, its them Irish!' 'but that's alright, we like that Keating bloke don't we'), Y Gen ('Oh what lovely people they are...(my grandmother. Hence, rude gesturing perhaps?)), gingers ('2 percent of the world, did you know that? They're a dying breed!') and dogs ('it proceeded to multi-colour crap all over my lawn'). I know, what classy, intellectual people we are.
So heres a photo thing, I think this is March. But yes.
Have a good weekend. I will be getting significantly lost in the enormity that is Adelaide. Well, the lost part is true.
I just finished a supposed tourist article with, 'if your moral values need a boost, visit the Notre Dame de Paris'. What was I thinking?
Apparently right now I am supporting an 'Apres Ski' look due to my newly acquired jumper. Yet, unlike my fellow fashionstas (?), I am not laughing around a fire place with a cuppa hot cocoa. Smiling painfully, 'my! Clarissa! How funny you are! Har. Har. Har'. Instead I am drinking cold Irish Breakfast, mainly because I forgot about it, but I'm pretty sure its from today, pretty sure, and listening to my mothers 'The Bill' addiction.
Its raining nearly every day now, its rather nice really. I can't say I've done much today! And I had so many plans! Where does all my time go! I found myself researching pictures of hermit crabs. Pointless, useless things. But heres quite a stunning picture of a hermit crab:
And its football. Not soccer. What is this? (Should I be watching Eurovision right now?)
And discussing the ethics of Gamera. Who would win between King Kong and Gamera. I think Gamera has something to say about this :
Extreme.
I would like to think I actually did things. Days go so fast really. A teacher apparently stated that we are only 'six haircuts away from Year 12 exams'. Well, knowing how I have haircuts every seven year, I think I'm doing quite well in terms of preparing. The rate I'm going it'll be...a long time till my Year 12 exams. I don't plan to do Maths in Year 12, I just thought I'd make that clear.
But I did find this gem today, it combines two of the best things in modern society, Kate Bush and ukuleles, its 'The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain':
Well, I am off now. I was thinking of watching Eurovision, as a first or something. I am a Eurovision virgin and am unsure if this is good or not. For one, it produced ABBA, but gave a win to Celine Dion in 1988 for representing Sweden, or Switzerland one of them 'sw' places. Isn't she from Canada (or Canadia as my brother keeps insisting) I can't think of any other arguments.
Have a good weekend, hopefully fulfilling goals as such.
Is it just me or gingers some how becoming trendy? Not the mutation that we are supposedly. Check this out, Blaine Harrison contemplating the world of Alternative music. I don't know if this is trendy but it sure is damned cool. I don't think Topper Head was a ginger. The pondering continues with not much thought.
Firstly I would like to wish the rather excellently odd Kelly a rather belated Happy Birthday!!
Recently I was bought a book called 100 Great Irish Jokes, to which the following joke was published: Kelly (Kelly as in man Kelly, as in not this Kelly. Yes.) was having trouble telling his two horses apart until one day he realised the white horse was two hands taller than the black horse.
Took me quite awhile to figure out but ey! Happy Birthday Kelly! Hope the world of 16 is treating you well.
As for me, yesterday I saw the very beautiful 'L'heure d'ete '(Summer Hours) which I thought was fantastic documentation of life, if not a little slow for the most. I mean theres not this happy ending, it doesn't really end but life doesn't basically. Its like Once, no strict ending, just the thought of whats to come. I enjoyed it greatly and thought the art featured in the film was beautiful and the ending, especially the accompanying track was very moving. I highly recommend it, especially for the house keeper, Eloise! She steals the show for me!
And today (I do honestly do things, like work, but films are so great, I just try and fit as many as I can in. Its that whole idea of being immersed in someone elses life, its like facebook but actually cultured), I saw 'Let The Right One In'. The movie, filmed in Stockholm, was utterly disturbing. Which may have been the point, I guess Not necessarily the whole vampire, blood, 'heads will roll' (and they do, indeed, they do), that was disturbing, but not in the same sense as the psychology behind it and all the hidden, unsaid things. There are points in the film where your gripping your seat, or the poor person next to you, making high pitched whining noises. Its very, very scary, yet some how remaining innocent, there's such an innocence to the children in the film despite the very adult situations that surround them. I don't quite know what to think of it. I do suggest seeing it, though. Perhaps I shall form a judgment after I have stopped looking over my shoulder and clutching my throat, and looking in trees. Which shall hopefully be soon. Stunning cinematography though, a photograph in every frame and Eli's eyes were enormous, she did look supernatural in some sense or another. Rather looking forward to the release of ' The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus', the last film starring Heath Ledger. The following movie still depicts the very beautiful Lily Cole in a very pretty wig. Shes a ginger by the way. I wonder if she gets abused on the street.
To explain, one day, in the not too distant past, walking down the street at 9 in the morning I noticed a skin head, in full gear, Docs, tartan shirt, rolled up jeans and braces following me. Thinking it to just be coincidence I turned into Myers to be greeted by his lovely comment of 'you belong in a zoo'. To which I laughed. Stupidly. Or maybe bravely. Yes, I think I will accept that. Its a serious issue. People need to know. Gingers are people too.
Listening to 'Left for Dead' by Mum Smokes at the moment which is a bit of jittery rock with eerie undertones, quite cool. Also, check out 'Streamers' by Umpire, both of which are available for free download on the triple j website. Possibly one of my favorite songs of this month is 'Le Marin' by Babet, good stuff.
As the cold kicks in, I spend most of my days in thick, wolly socks and insisting on numerous cups of chai (thank you Georgia for introducing me to my finest addiction. Drugs? Booze? Nah, chai, tanks!) and dragging out the old Doc Martens. I must seem rather hypocritical, being vegetarian but I bought them in year six honest! It is reasoned by endless taunts of clown music and 'Big Foot', so truly, I did and sadly, yes, I love them.
Last Friday night I went and saw Dylan Moran, in the flesh (whoops feeling a bit dizzy here, hmm) it was amazing! Despite all the live DVD's and endless watching of him to an almost stalkerish level, it was just as funny. As my friend said, 'you weren't the lady who couldn't control her laughter were you?', yes, I probably was. Moran seems to have social commentary down to a fine art with all comments and jokes some how feeling as if they relate to your life in some shape or form. 'The great thing about children is they talk you through silent treatment', goodness! Although I am left with the feeling that after bagging out Perth, stating it to be, basically, a hole that this will continue to Sydney, with Perth being replaced by Adelaide. But, oh well! Alls well that ends well and rababdaba, and as the argument proved today, despite my arguments, Adelaide is a hole. But its my hole. So its okay.
I don't really have much news or anything besides that. Maybe it is a hole! Goodness! Been busy thinking I'm working, well, not really. The last thing I completed was a supposed picture of my idol, which didn't work so instead I turned him into an astronaut saying 'I will eat your babies', I shall upload this later.Extrememly productive here, I tell you.
I haven't been listening to much 'new' music of late and have been rediscovering the joys of my CD collection (seriously, how amazing is Pulp?). I was very excited to hear that Leader Cheetah were from the Adelaide Hills, but thats about it. Actually, my main listening experience is 'My Lovely Horse' from Father Ted. Dear old Father Ted.
Well I am finally in my own, if not slightly messy, home. And despite having a fantastic time in Sydney over the past week, it feels good to be home. Its a tad cold but with a nice cuppa tea, a bad tourist jumper (Prague: Czech me out!) and a Thrills CD, its bearable on a very lovely level.
Sydney was amazing! I shall forever be thankful to the awesomeness that is Georgia B, whose laugh is truly contagious. With her ever hilarious guidance, I managed the Glebe markets, Manly Beach, the Opera House, the 'Coathanger', a dog show, the Archibald Prize and Contemporary Art. Thank you Georgia!
Prepare for a rather large amount of photos
Walking the 'Coathanger'. Har, har, har.
Mini association of NSW
SHOCK HORROR, DOG SHOW PICK UPS! Its all go at the Easter Show. On this same day
Sea gull chasing outside of the Opera House.
Thank you very kindly to the nice Germans! We are sorry for Georgia impressions of you later.
Attempt at straitening the fuzz of my hair. Half straight half curly, very in. Honestly.
Search for best falafel wrap ever continues at Glebe markets.
THANK YOU KN1!
There is my holiday, now imagine if I actually wrote that out, no one would read it! Well, no one read this stuff anyway, but hopefully one day such readers will exist. I shall try to disguise this post as a sourcing for my friends to get photos. That is what it is indeed.
I know I have already posted today, but this conversation, or statement more like, I heard on the bus keeps lurking in the back of my head. I think I stored it there for future reference but keep forgetting of which way I was going to reference it.
'No, don't say that again Rebecca. Don't talk like that. No, do you know what that's called? That's bitchin, girls.'
As said by the mother of Rebecca. I think they were 'bitchin' about the way a girl constantly boasted about herself, in a very careful manner mind you ('Do you...sometimes find that she always mentions her..um, awards?'. How very odd for a bunch of ten year old girls.).
'm a bit restless. I should be working, really, I actually need to, but I can't sit still as I have amazing music pumping through extremely bad speakers:
Firstly, Fanfarlo There seems to be a lot of music out there that just warms you up, some how in one way or another, like Fleet Foxes or Arcade Fire. Fanfarlo is London based, which seems to be it really. London just produces all this music, all this noise that just seems to be excellent. Then you wonder whats wrong with your city. Aren't we meant to be the creative, festival state? Fanfarlos music is beautiful layers of sound, with strong beats and soaring sounds. Really worth a look, I rather love "I'm a Pilot" and they toured with Snow Patrol...kind of what I was getting at.
We must eat the same cereal. That R2D2 was firmly wedged on my pencil for the greater part of Year 5. Heck, I was a cool cat.
Maximo Park have just released their first video from their new album, 'Quicken the Heart'. The song takes a while to settle, but its a catchy tune and Paul Smith is a brilliant show man. 'The Kids are Sick Again'. Hope to hear the rest of the record soon.
White Lies are another band breaking into the scene (gigs with fellow new comer Florence and the Machine) from London (snap). They're reminiscent of Joy Division/ New Order and Echo and the Bunnymen, and rather a bit depressing too, song simply named 'Death'.'Death' is very 80's to me, oddly reminding me of the Cars 'You're Just What I Needed', so I guess not too depressing. The music is infused with electro and beautiful lyrics. Especially obvious in 'Unfinished Business' I do suggest you check them out. In the sense...mush!
The Lowly Knights, another band who toured with Snow Patrol (its a bit of a theme this month. I feel a bit numb really, its all over! And I have this desperate sense of wanting to go to Ireland, North or South. Just to do something. This music makes it a bit better really.). The music is truly inspirational and sounds like something they should play and the end of an indie, heart warming movie. Perhaps the protagonist looking out the window of a train as she, because of course, a female, leaves her home town...something like that.
My latest news includes a certain New Zealand duo. The other day whilst tuning into the excellent Triple J, the song 'Inner City Pressure came on'. I thought, Pet Shop Boys, immediately. Then I thought, "shit, what is wrong with their lyrics?". Honestly it was not until Jermaine entered (and even then I was still under the impression that Pet Shop Boys were hard up for cash) that I sort of understood. I felt like a complete twat. Check out the song here, very, very funny. I look forward to their new season.
I just finished reading "The Gathering" by Helen Enright and I thoroughly suggest you should read it. The book touches on many taboo subjects in a thoughtful, touching way, a sense of care.
I am looking very much forward to going to the cinemas to see 'Let the Right One In' (the anti-Twilight apparently) and 'The Boat that Rocked', because we all love a bit of Bill Nighy.
Plus! My mother just presented me with a Pretenders record, Brass in Pocket, Police- Zenyatta Mondatta and Bangles- Different Light. All I really need now is a record player. I hear thats kind of essential.
It was no joke. Despite Snow Patrol playing on April Fools ('some blokes gonna walk out and say "OH TOUGH LUCK GUYS! THEY'RE NOT COMING"' as foretold by my brother) they produced an absolutely amazing concert!
Jenny Lewis was the support and she was absolutely infectious with rather a lot of sexual energy, gasp! Shock! Lewis' voice took over the entire venue, seemingly with no effort. Plus the drummer is female so that's an immediate positive for me!
She moved from sweet, continually thanking the audience and dedicating 'Melt Your Heart' to all the girls , to this possessed human, haunting almost, especially depicted in 'The Next Messiah'. That song ever so slightly scared me, as did 'Jack Killed Mum'. Jenny Lewis and her band delivered even though the audience was not exactly excellent. I'm not used to people talking through sets, so to have around ten conversations going on at once during a song, was a bit shocking. Who cares about your stupid friend, shut up! 'Melt Your Heart' practically killed me, especially during the lyrics "its like a Valentine from your mother', Lewis surely touched a few souls that night. 'Carpetbagger' by Jenny Lewis was named one of the top 20 songs of 2008 by Word Magazine, featuring Elvis Costello on the album- Wow! As Lightbody later advised "if you could all buy Jenny Lewis' new album (Acid Tongue) that would be fantastic!".
Snow Patrol entered around twenty minutes later to a predictable Adelaide technological default. Yet, the band continued to produce the beautiful"If There's A Rocket Tie, It to Me' from their new album 'A Hundred Million Suns' (which you should all buy) before launching into 'Chocolate' from 'Final Straw'.
Lightbody proceeded to fight against the Adelaide security and their combat boots (ready for some heavy work chaps!) by standing on the speaker which was labeled simply "no" during 'Hands Open'. To which the entire "security team" had to come and press against the speaker to hold it in place, and run around following Lightbody as he jumped from speaker to speaker. Just, before singing "Adelaide bursts to light", confusing the sing-a-longs in a rather exceptional way.
The set list included:
If Theres a Rocket Tie it to Me
Chocolate
Hands Open
Spitting Games
How to be Dead
Golden Floor
You Could be Happy
Run
Shut your Eyes
Chasing Cars
Crack the Shutters
Take Back the City
Open your Eyes
Encore
What if this Storm ends?
You're all I have
(I was kind of hoping that suddenly BOOM! Jenny Lewis would pop out and together a Lewis Lighbody combination of "Set the Fire to the Third Bar" would occur right before my eyes! But sadly, no. I formatted such configurations in my head for later use.)
Lightbody later informed and apologised for coming down with a flu, that he was perhaps not performing to his all (which may explain a few missing songs from the set list). I did not notice this at all until towards the end where he seemed slightly in pain. The poor guy. Despite this, Lightbody continued casual banter with the audience, joking and dedicating his songs to various causes, from "Pablo and his sunburn", to "glow stick girls" to a rather off handed "peace". One hilarious incident was when asked the entire audience to sing a long to "Shut Your Eyes". "I'm just asking you for singing! Not, not even kissing! Not that you want that, I've got a flu, besides that would not be right", his smile lighting up the stage alone. It made it very apparent that they're just sort of normal people, however cliched that sounds.
The band has amazing dynamics, as so particularly obvious during "What if this Storm Ends?" which was truly magical. The drumming from Quinn really brought the piece together and the lyrics ('sets you up against, the planets last dance') seemed even more powerful than from the record.
Although, this could just be me, captured in the atmosphere and such. Nick Hornby described in "The Complete Polysyllabic Spree" the feeling of a live concert, the feeling of being energized and itchy after, which is true. I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to sit and bask in the concerts glory.
The thing that truly made my night was when the band members, Paul Wilson (I don't quite understand the 'Pablo'), Tom Simpson and Gary Lightbody whilst driving past jumped out of their mini-van and patiently signed autographs. Lightbody did not look too well but still stood for numerous photographs, even with the hysterical 40 year old women (and I thought I was bad, I was not crying, wetting myself and giggling over the thought of knowing where Lightbody was staying for the night). I managed to snatch an autograph or two and a few photos, sadly not with Simpson, who jumped back in the van before I managed to manoeuvre my way around the crowd. I don’t know any band who would really do that after a nearly two hour set.
Paul Wilson, my hair later got caught in his arm bands. This was particularly embarrassing.
Its rather shoddy quality, as I didn't bring my camera and relied on my phone. Unfortunately, Gary Lightbody has his eyes closed, but he did for the greater part of the concert. I guess its rather fitting then. My friend suggested photoshopping eyes onto his face, but I think that would be rather creepy and obsessive.
So, an enormous thank you to the Snow Patrol, Jenny Lewis, the girl who directed me to where the band comes out, the lovely women who took my photographs, Leah, who sent me amazing photographs from the concert and the security guards who removed the mad Spanish lady from my back when she was practically mauling –or humping- me. Thank you!
The other day I was lucky enough to attend the opening preview for Adelaide of 'Mary and Max' the first full length feature film by Adam Elliot, of 'Harvie Krumpet' fame. After, Elliot and producer Melanie Coombs attended a question and answer session in which Elliot described his style ('Chunky and Wonky') and influences, plus a few fascinating stories too! The movie is beautifully narrated by Barry Humphries, with Phillip Seymour Hoffman voicing Max and Toni Collette, Mary. I suggest that you should see it as soon as possible! It provokes memories, laughter and tears, something the whole family can enjoy.
