Monday, 21 August 2006

Politics and history

If you ever hear a fellow student say, "I'm not turned on politics," give that student a history book, because if you don't turn on politics, down to the air you breathe, the water you drink, the racial profiling you detest, the health insurance many people don't have, and on and on. If you don't turn on politics, politics will turn on you in very disagreeable ways. - Ralph Nader, On The Stump

Right. Columbus, stupid example, named the natives of America Indians cos he thought he was landing in India. Whatta? We still call people from 2 different continents by the same name cos fucking Columbus said so!? Well done! haha.

Eddie Izzard said he only fancies women who are able to discuss politics. Fuck. Me and Mike got a bus to Dublin to see his gig last Friday. All the way to Ireland to see him! Yes, I love him. Waiting at the airpot on the way back (coach back is too much), dizzy, still laughing, I asked Mike to train me to discuss politics in case I meet Eddie somewhere. After a useless attempt to be outspoken I ended up claiming I support New Labour by accident. I don't know what I'm doing. Well, I won't shagg him anyway. I know it.

By the end of our conversation I asked Mike: do you honestly think all of us should know our history? Should we spend a considerable amount of time reading about politics? He said yes, we all should know our history. Ok. So you think the average person can by pass the bollox and retain the useful information? Do you think the average person benefits from our history made in Europe? hahaha. Wake them up first! They are asleep! History has been told as some want it to be read.

I just don't get it. Do you think the information available to you is any close to "reality"? If you tell me you take pleasure in collecting pieces of a puzzle you won't solve cos it gives you a sense of... umm... being in control I will understand but won't comprehend, or the other way round, not sure.

Maybe you are one of those who believe we should know our past so we can do something, can't remember, with the future. I just think you are anal fuckers and you should definitely cut down the amount of alcohol you consume. Also, I recommend you form little communities, 15 people or maybe more, and create your own politics. Take care of those around you, that's my politics. I read about the world politics, yes, but always sure there's something else that is not being said that changes the whole thing. I read it as if it was a very realistic fairy tale. Stop me if I'm wrong.

Let's protest agains all that's wrong. Today! But bear in mind we're not as well informed as we think we are, and even if we were, our information can't stop the war. Can we stop it? Why is it happening, hey you, reading politics? Stop it!

I think we should know ourselves first. Nothing can stop us, aware.

Tuesday, 15 August 2006

Oh, that's rubbish

So, yes, this week I am bleeding. Menstruation, ladies and gentlemen, politely referred to as period. If I was a Dogon woman I would be put in a special hut for the duration of my period, which I think is very wise, but I am not a Dogon woman so I'll just stay in my room, bleeding.

Get up, organize things, feel the pain, lay down again, feel better, make a cup of tea, watch the boys go up and down the stairs unchangeable, smiley, stable, feel the pain again, go back to my room, relax, feel ok again, grab the guitar, make some music, feel a great deal of pain, breath, feel ok again, make a song about pain, grab my rhyming dictionary...

This rhyming dictionary I have is organized in a very unpractical way. I have to go through all endings to find the one I want, but then I come across weird rhymes and feel like changing the song to fit them, poor rhymes, cos I'm sure no one is going to rhyme vagina with North Carolina, and it makes me really sad.

Fuck it. I go downstairs again, make another cup of tea, watch people cook, FEEL A LOT OF PAIN AGAIN, I stare at the wall, no, better stare at something else, ouch, fucking hell, I stare at our collection of bins, the organic bin, the recycling bin and the landfill bin. Landfill, OUCH, as the name says, fills the land with things we can't recycle. My house only must produce a big bag a day. I just wonder where we are going to put all the landfill bins from all our houses.

Most houses put all their rubbish in one bin, fuckers, trusting the government to do something nice with it. Bush is going to do something about them bags, I suppose. Maybe they are going to launch them into space! Yeah! P. C. was telling me about this guy who's building a lift that goes all the way to space. Maybe we can use it to get rid of our rubbish!! Alien creatures would be astonished to bump into our stupid rubbish somewhere far away and would probably think it's a sign, an S.O.S., and they would follow the rubbish till they get here, to see that rubbish is all we've got at the moment, and they would fly back, moaning.

Saturday, 12 August 2006

A little girl or an old woman?

Post censored as a slight sign of respect for my mum

The Illusions

Thursday, 3 August 2006

It's ok.

No people. I read novels as well, not only self-help books, but I have to admit though, that the idea of self change is very appealing to me and I spend a considerable amount of time trying to rearrange my brain in order to live better, and this includes devouring self-help books. Good ones.

Some people get shivers when they hear the word self-help so I better call it self-development. I don't know. Is that better? Well, the fact is that I really want to mutate and create groovy biochemical bonds in my brain so I can function better and, for instance, be less irritated by the smallest things such as my workmates asking me simple questions like "Did you use to dance samba in Brazil? With you mates and stuff?" or "Is every Brazilian girl like you?" or even "Did it take long for you to get here?" Don't know why, it gets on my tits big time. Do they really want to know how long it took me to get there? I doubt it. Is it possible to have 100 million girls with the same personality or look just cos they live in the same country? Nah. AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT SAMBA, FOR FUCK SAKE. But hey, small talk, break the ice, it's all cool. I just need to find a way to go through these situations without much friction.

Also, I'm trying to get rid of my musts, shoulds, can'ts and other limiting thoughts. You know, everyone has them. At some point of our lives them thoughts were useful tools of survival but that time is gone and our brains need adapting. Many of these chemical bonds were formed before the critical-evaluative mind was formed (we were just silly kids) so let's push things forward.

Energized Hypnosis, A Non-book for Self Change by Christopher S. Hyatt, Ph.D. and Calvin Iwema gave me that last piece of much needed advice on the matter.

"Imprint theory states that at critical times during early development, or periods of imprint vulnerability, strong bonds are created as a result of one-time-learning.
Researchers such as Konrad Lorenz have studied this in animals, and have documented cases where a baby gosling was exposed to a ping-pong ball shortly after birth and imprinted it as "mommy". It then followed the ball around, nestled with it, and later in life attempted to mate with white round objects.
Although this research has not been studied extensively with humans, the possible similarities are worth thinking about."

I know what you are thinking. You are worried if the baby gosling is doing fine now. Not to worry. He is alright. Apparently he has been spotted walking around Shoreditch, a trendy London area, trying to mate with all shapes and colours. Well done, Baby G!