love is just the opposite of freedom anyway

New favourite. 2012. Yeah.

Fuck I dig this band so much. New favourite record. Hooooooly shit. I couldn't even pick a favourite track. Just chose this one at random.

Frank Mechau Jr.

Maiko Haruki

hey
i love your feet of finest clay
they stir me in the strangest way
all your monologues are total cliche
you never have much to say
you're so hollow you
i can't follow you
where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid

and nothing's what you like to do
most people love the likes of you
they jostle for a better view

they can't believe you're really true
cos truth is dirt and no one's as clean as you

you're so hollow you

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread

i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say

the sun has turned a purest gray 

the world around us stoops to pray

you open up your mouth and bray with bestial naieveté

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and nothing's good enough for you

your eyes are of the clearest blue 

they gleam like something rare and new

you use them to disguise what's you 

and if i were you i'd do that too

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say

An Oral History of Freaks & Geeks.

JUDD APATOW: We were up against the 10th season of Cops. I thought, If we can’t beat the 10th season of Cops, we don’t deserve to be on the air. And, of course, Cops kicked our ass.

SETH ROGEN: You just have to conclude that people would rather watch shirtless dudes get tackled than a TV show about emotional shit that’s funny.

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
I'm getting lost
And tossed around this mess of pains
I think I'm tremblin' and frownin'
And tired of your stupid game

It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glass box
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days

It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glass box
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine

Queen Street, 1958

One of the best records I've found lately.

I must be out of my mind.

You think I'll run, not walk to you
Why would I want to talk to you?
I want you crawling back to me
Down on your knees, yeah
Like an appendectomy
Sans anesthesia

You think you can leave the past behind
You must be out of your mind
If you think you can simply press rewind
You must be out of your mind, son
You must be out of your mind

You want what you turned off turned on
You call it sunset, now it's dawn
You can't go 'round just saying stuff
Because it's pretty
And I no longer drink enough
To think you're witty

You think you can leave the past behind
You must be out of your mind
If you think you can simply press rewind
You must be out of your mind, son
You must be out of your mind

Today my flatmate and I fed chickens, had a visit from a friend, researched Jandek, went out for dinner, and set off fireworks. I also found all the pictures I took last time I went to the art gallery, which I'll put up at some point.

I think that is a pretty good way to spend my only day off work in six days. 

I also wanted to start reading It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini and listen to some of my new records but those chickens are just so damn charming. 

And now it's definitely time for sleep.

I basically have nothing important to say except that these chickens are damn cute and fun to feed/watch/do tricks with.

Melissa's China blog. 

It is heaps awesome and better than mine so you should all probably go read it instead.

x

Good things I have seen lately.

Hilarious neighbour cat.

View from Mt. Eden on Guy Fawkes night.

Weirdest sugar packet ever. I am yet to discover what seagulls have to do with sugar. But finding out is definitely a long-term life goal.

Some art show thing.

More art show.

Radiohead. Yes. This is actually how close we were. Thom looked right at me. But I guess it could have been his lazy eye.

Fuck yeah. The pinnacle of my existence.

A drawing from Anatomy (part 1), a series by Alex Konahin

Christine Sefolosha, Le Capitaine, 2010

Jeremy Enecio, Cthulhu 

Joe Nguyen, Los Angeles, CA

Yuewei Vivien Zhang, Vessels, Blast, Pink and Green, 2012

Mat Collishaw, Insecticide 15, 2009

Josef Sudek, Window of My Studio - Spring in My Garden

Darina Karpov, Sinister Influence, 2010

Diana McClure, Crown Chakra Shakti