Archive for January, 2012

Your mind is like a motorway


Text taken from ‘The Little Book of Complete Bollocks.”


Check out Chicuero’s post on the amazing Korean artist Choi Xooang

Chicquero

 

Choi Xooang is a Seoul based artist who sculpts concrete bodies. This may sound kinda “whatever” at first, but we come to be surprised at his ability to grasp the world in a pathological way. Choi’s understanding of the world began with his 10-20 cm miniature figures suffering from an expansive delusion, do not realize their relative diminutiveness and tend to overstate their ability and situation.
He visualizes the properties of each individual through one spreading rumor, one who has a huge head too heavy to stand up, one who begs for money with huge hands, one who has an extraordinary sense of smell, and one who has huge feet. Also, he  employs a partly hyper-realistic technique as well as other methods of exaggeration, abbreviation, and modification, using his own formative language. It’s very disturbing, it freaks me out but his acute sense of detail and realistic rendering is…

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Be happy? F*ck that!

Today someone sent me this delightful video clip:

I wrote down all the points.
be happy – show up – follow your heart – find a new perspective – have a sense of wonder – find people you love – set goals – help others – dance – pamper yourself – face your fears – go to a museum – exercise – limit television – get in touch with nature – lighten up – get a good night’s sleep – read books – buy yourself flowers – don’t compare yourself with others – don’t beat yourself up – be open to new ideas – don’t focus on negative thoughts – focus on creating what you desire – make time just to have fun – keep the romance in your life – make a gratitude list – love your mother earth – want what you have – be true to yourself

It all sounds very nice, particularly set to Pasquale Catalano’s Cuore di sabbia (Heart of Sand) but when you think about it; if you ever met someone that did all those things and had all those qualities… they’d be an unbearable dickhead.


Something sad

Something sad happened Yesterday. Later I found this quote:

We always thought we’d look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we’d look back on our laughter and cry.

 


1,000th visitor competition – results

I had imagined that people would clamber to own another’s soul, but it seems not. I am not disappointed though, not at all – the sheer quality of those of you who entered made my heart glow.

Here are the results:

The winner, and now owner of my immortal soul is now Pete Denton. Try not to be too careful with it Pete and let me know what kind of sick things you do to it please. Here is the official certificate of ownership.

Runners up prizes go to:

Take your pick please and congratulations to you all.

Of course, now I’ve given away my soul, I am struggling to think what to give away as my next prize – any ideas on a postacard please?

~ k )


Be my thousandth visitor and win my soul

Very soon now I will get my 1,000th visitor to this blog – i know that’s not very many but its not a very good blog. I am currently on 986 so there are only 14 to go and that should happen sometime later today I would reckon .

I would like to offer a prize to visitor number 1,000 but I am a poor writer and have nothing to give except my soul, so I am offering that as a prize.

YES! WIN MY ETERNAL SOUL

To qualify to win my everlasting soul simply leave a comment on this or any other post and I will keep an eye on my stats and if you are the visitor with the comment soonest after the clock ticks over to 1,000 you will win my everlasting soul to do with whatever you please. Hopefully you will trample on it and abuse it but it is entirely up to you: plant it in the garden or keep it in a cupboard, hang it on a wall, whatever you want.

There will also be two runners up prizes for the 999th visitor and the 1,001st visitor plus one for the best comment. A choice between, having me writing a blog post on any subject they choose or, me being their online slave for a day.

A LITTLE ABOUT THE PRIZE: An eternal soul, with one, not very careful, owner – rather stained but sturdy and still in one piece.

NOTE: This competition is only open to those that follow this blog.


People ain’t no good

These Nick Cave lyrics make me  cry and cry and cry.

People just ain’t no good
But I think that’s welll understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain’t no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We’d buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good

Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossom bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains now
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain’t no good
To our love send back all of our letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain’t no good

It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They’ll nurse you when you’re ill of health
And they’ll bury you when you go and die
But in their hearts they’re bad
They’d stick by you if they could
But that’s just bullshit baby
People just ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good at all


thought this was very good and well worth reblogging


I want to make things and break things

 


Why we don’t need Facebook, but why I do

I spend most of my life on Farcebook, and being banned, even for a short time, prevented me from playing with a lot of my friends.

In a tiny way, I went through ‘the five stages of grief’:

  • denial: I tried instantly to message someone – the result was an automated message from fb threatening to bar me for longer if i tried it again
  • Anger: I decided never to go on Fartbook again
  • Bargaining: I tried to mail them – but you cannot
  • Depression: I really missed some of my friends and sulked around the house – I ended up doing the washing up and the hoovering
  • Acceptance: I finally understood that Facebook is not a piece of holy scripture, it is not the bloody constitution: its a social networking website – and nothing more

go get yourself banned from Fuckbook… I dare you.