prolly going to learn the bagpipes now. soz housemates.

unfortunately, every good celtic band is too busy running around windy moors with bonny lasses to build myspace pages, and so i can't prove how nice their music is. so um, IT'S REAL FUCKING NICE. although... i'm concerned that my love for folk music might be slightly in bad faith, because it's the only solid dose of fast-paced-slow-building-major-key-music i will allow myself to listen to/ enjoy without having to be ironic about it. so maybe what i want to tell you all is that, at heart, i love a catchy tune a little more than i love a complex deconstruction of song genres.

after a few hours of bagpipe listening, i watched vertigo. lol at the 50s. also, isn't it amazing that people in old movies all dress like old people do now? ho ho ho GOD I NEVER WANT TO BE OLD. what makes the aged neck so incandescently carmine? explain that one, Darwin. unless it's a defense mechanism, in case they get lost wandering in the traffic and need to be easily seen. clever.

and that's more or less all i have. but, do you see what i'm doing here? posting when i don't even really have anything to post? it's an indication of several things. one of them being that i'm bringing the blog back. that's right, i'm going to make blogging a big thing again, just watch. another thing being that i have... so much uni work to do. if by monday i have nothing overdue, i'm buying bagpipes. or a bouzouki, baby.

We had a rule. Attack,
Attack, back.
Fighting kept us suspended,
A pen over an ending,
A sentence refusing sense,
A court without law.

But you used rhythm against me
After you won words in that poker hand
And all I won were those naked photos.
You turned our fights into rhymes,
You turned your life into moments,
Weak and final.

I wanted infinity and you
Needed an apocalypse
To feel time. But
How can continuity compete,
With something so complete
As a fucking line?

Dada Spam Poem no. 3

Screw her every hole,
Cause I don’t see any changes happening
Said the Quangle Wangle Quee,
And her tears began to flow.

Try it for good luck,
They’ve killed everybody,
Wailed nicholas
in a kinder voice.

In their turn the people sent messengers to the palace;
About your college diploma,
It’s one old jug without a handle
Except now you’re four years older than me

But the Frog and the Fimble Fowl
Ventured upstairs
For the owner of the castle
Swam across the Bristol Channel.

there is that thing that people do after break, where everyone asks everyone else how theirs was. did you go away, did you study, etc... no no no, you? i actually had an amazing week. on saturday i had jen, alex and jon, a couchsurfer friend, over for a few drinks. we all got pleasantly drunk and then some more drinks happened and some more and a short while later i was passed out. alex sang heavy metal music to me to make me feel better, megan took care of me and i felt like dying at work the next day.
on tuesday i caught up with jess and carlin's gang, we had a few drinks, i laughed my face off and later in the evening jess and i masterminded Tomato Through the Glass, a german art-cocaine film.
on wednesday night i went to see metric with my sister and my dad, and i don't know what i was expecting but i was taken over for 2 hours... i felt felt felt, encountered something fucking amazing and came home energetic but sad, because i left everything of myself in that moment back there. i've been listening to metric all night tonight, trying to remember how it felt to be in the crowd, but at best it's like remembering myself in a past life. i am reincarnated, i may as well be a locust again as be in that crowd again. living moment to moment is something that i usually celebrate, but lately i've felt the loss of those moments more than i've felt the moments themselves. at least loss is a good indicator of what is important.
on friday i met up with emmie, jenna and their friend gin for some drinking times at the duke. we ended up staying out for 10 hours, spontaneously seeing a metal band at the sandringham which i really enjoyed, and around 3am i ACTUALLY ended up telling gin that i loved her. here i was thinking that none of us could ever do anything without being ironic about it, and there i am drunk and telling people i love them, and it's the least ironic thing in the world, because i was in a world of pure sensation. phenomenology probably started because all those french bastards drink so much.
on monday i was able to hang out with all the housemates incl. honoraries, which was incredibly nice.
there was almost no uni work done, but i'm in an acceptable position anyway. so this is what i will tell people when they ask me: i had an actual break and it was awesome.

Tim fitzpatrick's triangle makes me so angry it’s just lucky there’s no telekinesis in my family or john Travolta would be dead right now.

"it's so cute i'm dying!"

so i took my new blog title from the first few pages of this BOOK. books, what an idea, is it patented? here is the quote, as separated from all meaningful context: "'Nothing' is... quite acceptable, that is, if it were not, alas, terroristic and deontic". and then i used my magical powers to turn it into a pun. whoah is me.

down to matters.

i've had this strange urge to start updating this blog again. an urge, mind, rather than a general decision, which are almost always sickled o'er. and yet the problem remains of where to begin, after such a long hiatus. so i'll rebegin with some vague vagaries: vaguearies:

* i moved into a house with 2 of my best friends. it's incredible how seamlessly we managed to adopt the dynamic where friend-time happens but so does being all in the same house silently in separate rooms. our bookshelf is awesome. and we have a compost bucket, which i like to think of more as a symbol of domestic establishment than an effort toward sustainable living. whatever, the dual function is pleasing.

* i cut my hair because i turned 21 and nothing really changed. i'll have to grow it back, ready for cutting before the next significant birthday, else tattoo my face. i also cut my hair because short hair means that in the summer times you can better feel the sun on your head. this makes some things matter more, for instance, hats, and some things matter less, for instance, worries.

* i've started reading comics, now that everyone i know has raved to me about which ones are great. i started off with fun home, which is incredible... so now i want to do two things: read ulysses and have sex with alison bechdel. then i moved on to ghost world, also pretty great. then arkham assylum and the killing joke (eh batman "oh no he's got weaknesses, moral ambiguity times!"). and finally black hole, which had the most impressive art by far, and also rather impressively didn't turn into a work of pro-abstinence propaganda. despite a lot of cliches and unresolved questions, i really liked this one. but that might be largely because for some bizarre reason finding something NEW and obscure always excites me a lot more than picking up something i've been recommended.

* uni is... a drag. semester started well but i'm increasingly frustrated by structure and predictability, and also a lack of personal momentum. so i'm writing and drawing more, which is to say, at all. and i hope that some day i'll have something colourful to post, which is what i always meant for this blog!

so there's the round-up.