When did I become such an utterly personable person? All my life I’ve been a horrible cunt to know and even worse to meet. Shyness and awkward silence would generally be followed by obscure in-jokes or outright hostility. Since I came to Auckland I've been engaging strangers in multi-sentence (!) conversations and coming away without embarrassment ( Read more... )

Yay! So I got my internet connection working (turns out you have to 'install' the modem, I know! crazy huh?) and I've decided to return to my endless though somehow also brief ravings. I figured I might as well go the whole hog a do I run down of my life at present. Sorry for the lack of flow. I actually wrote this over a couple of days ( Read more... )

I now live in Auckland where I don't know many people but am getting along "ok". I am waiting for university to start so that I can meet people / have something to do.

I don't have regular access to the internet so I am missing out on much.

Deerhoof are coming to New Zealand and this fact is exciting (to me).

Ha, best use of work time ever. I was reading from the Situationist International online library and came across this quote:

Every stoppage in work is a way of becoming ourselves again and defying those who prevent us from being ourselves.

Now I can be lazy and self -righteous at the same time; score!

In other news, I am moving to Auckland ( Read more... )

I strongly recommend the Lucky Kitchen webzine, This Land is Your Land. Well considered and original opinion abound. It also features the bonus of having relatively short article lengths, a blessing given the sheer volume one ends up reading daily whilst nursing a serious internet addiction. Also uses the break-dancing term “bite” in a totally non- ( Read more... )

I did something really horrible with a girl I now live with and I can't look her in the eye without feeling disgusted with myself. Last night I drank whiskey till I passed out.

I can't explain to her why I'm avoiding her because I don't want her to understand or sympathise; I don't want her to think I'm a good person or to like me.

"Ah pity the po’ fool that has to write about Richard Tuttle’s current retrospective at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art"

Does anyone else find that thier job is so boring that they sub-consciously feel they should be paid just for the pain of being there and therefore do little or no work? I do. I have re-invented the art of shirking.

Check it out, I’m on Myspace! It’s disturbingly reality-based.

( I (heart) KFC Keflavík, Iceland )