Showing posts with label Drinking and Thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drinking and Thinking. Show all posts

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Opinion Peace and Moral Absolutism


^ Does anyone else wonder if there will ever be such a thing, particularly on social media, as "opinion peace". The whole point of civil society is we can express different points of view without fear of retribution. Of course this means the right to conflicting opinions, but with the genius/stupidity of the design of the 'share' button, I wonder how many people stop and question the rhetoric or reductionist logic behind things that they sometimes post.

Some of the things I see that people clearly have not even begun to try to understand the 'bigger picture' behind something, results in an un-follow at the least. Some of the memes that get circulated are so simplistic and people seem to believe it's an accurate portrayal of sentiment, or a proper argument, when it is everything but. 

It's difficult: by staying silent are you 'letting them get away with it' or by arguing/ defending a point, are you egging them on and just giving them a power-trip and thus a platform soap box to preach their disdain? Social media is seemingly distorting this line between what is and isn't acceptable to shove in people's faces.



Much of the terribly reductionist nationalistic racist crap that circulates, I wonder if people pick up on the fact that this does come back to them, this safe distance between a post on your computer and actually telling someone to their face you think their religion or lifestyle is not acceptable- any coward can push a button and be a keyboard warrior. Some of the nationalistic rhetoric I see posted, I wonder if people would have the courage to say that to someone's face, if so I would be horrified.

Social Media isn't a great place for Moral Absolutism. Moral absolutism is in itself troubling enough, but to pit vague on-line friendships in the camps of "with me" or "against me" is a good way for no one to care about any of what you have to say.



It's just difficult. Everyone wants to feel like their views matter and that they're important, and informed on the world around them, the difficulty is that not many people question their base assumptions, and let memes do the talking that perhaps should be engaged in face to face, instead of enraged 'viewers' who simultaneously feel connected and disconnected.

When you think abstractedly and question everything naturally, it's hard to ignore the massive world of general ignorance the internet has given us access to, at our angry and dependent fingertips....

All pics from Tumblr

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Late Bloomer (for the sky watchers)


I don't even really know if its self-righteous to claim the title of 'late bloomer' as I am still very young

(Single-handedly the most reassuring Wiki entry here)

There are days this collective emphasis on 'having it' and 'knowing what to do with your life' is maddening. Some of us just wake up each day and have no clue. Rather than a complacency thing, I see it as almost the opposite, almost paralysed with too much choice. Potential! The one word always thrown back at you when you're struggling

There are days where I feel myself breaking beneath all my 'potential' selves. The weight of this unrealised future gain is holding me back in the present, and a few other Idlers I have met in my travels. It becomes a trap rather than a release of pent up creativity. Comparison is the thief of joy, and the idealised future you could have is one that makes you feel like a loser in the now....

I don't want to be a sheep maaaaaaann!

But it is getting to that point in life where I have to pick something(s) and stick to them, otherwise they will pick me.
 As the saying goes "Let go or be dragged" some words to live by, I need to let go of this juvenile idea that I will be 'everything' I have planned.


BUT!



This post is for the "late bloomers" or as older generations always like to look down and say, the wasted youth.Why do older people always forget what its like to be young?

The future is equally thrilling and terrifying



We are simultaneously faceless yet working towards that golden mask of unrealised 'time' and 'gains' from 'merit' and 'hard work'. The championing of Liberalism frightens me. In order to believe that people worked hard to be at the top, that they 'deserve' to be there, means by default, the people at the bottom deserve to be there too, it is a dangerously simplistic dichotomy to say the least


In the end, this whole idea of ourselves enduring constantly and forever is a myth, we will most likely, just like the billions before us, be forgotten. And rather than that being a pessimist view, I find it comforting. Even if you're working or not has been turned into a moral currency, you're a good person if you work and contribute, and simply bad if you simply don't. 

I am currently going through a bigger than realised at first stage of Funemployment, no one has what I have to offer, but I must believe that one day someone out there will look at my life summed up on paper, and be interested, mustn't I? 

What a curious way to run the world


So it goes.


All pics from Tumblr, Pinterest, general searches.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Just thinking/ essay procrastination


I was so relieved when I found a word for it as the concept of Sonder is one I get caught up in quite often


I always wonder how many other people are staring at the moon at the exact same time as me, and what they are going through. I am comforted by the thought that our moon was the same one Joan of Arc fought under, the same moon Oscar Wilde wrote under, the same moon that people on other sides of the world who have never seen each other consult for company or comfort.


Has anyone else experienced a level of non-caring that others have mistaken for brazen confidence? It sounds so strange when put in a sentence like that! Perhaps my homework is depressing me!


Here are some words I hope are of comfort to you

Pics are from Tumblr and Pinterest

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Evidently Chickentown- John Cooper Clarke


Evidently Chickentown

The fucking cops are fucking keen
To fucking keep it fucking clean
The fucking chief's a fucking swine
Who fucking draws a fucking line
At fucking fun and fucking games
The fucking kids he fucking blames
Are nowehere to be fucking found
Anywhere in Chickentown

The fucking scene is fucking sad
The fucking news is fucking bad
The fucking weed is fucking turf
The fucking speed is fucking surf
The fucking folks are fucking daft
Don't make me fucking laugh
It fucking hurts to look around
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You're fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking view is fucking vile
For fucking miles and fucking miles
The fucking babies fucking cry
The fucking flowers fucking die
The fucking food is fucking muck
The fucking drains are fucking fucked
The colour scheme is fucking brown
Everywhere in Chickentown

The fucking pubs are fucking dull
The fucking clubs are fucking full
Of fucking girls and fucking guys
With fucking murder in Their eyes
A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
Waiting for a fucking cab
You fucking stay at fucking home
The fucking neighbors fucking moan
Keep The fucking racket down
This is fucking Chickentown

The fucking train is fucking late
You fucking wait you fucking wait
You're fucking lost and fucking found
Stuck in fucking Chickentown

The fucking pies are fucking old
The fucking chips are fucking cold
The fucking beer is fucking flat
The fucking flats have fucking rats
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong
The fucking days are fucking long
It fucking gets you fucking down
Evidently Chickentown

Did anyone else grow up in a place that reminds them of Chickentown? I was about 16 when I first came across this poem, John Cooper Clarke is a rarity to be treasured! Teenage angst was soothed by his words for sure!

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Ravages of time and history


The great chain of being


Ten Virtues for the modern age, hung up in my room to help me gauge this crazy world

The School of life is also a great YouTube channel, I recommend subscription as their videos are always insightful, historically dense in a short time and full of brilliance


The earliest known watch from 1530, the treacherous nature of assigning 'the' time a higher meaning than the reality of time,which is one day we're here, the next we're:


Perhaps I over think, I get told this a lot.

Pics from Pinterest and Wiki commons

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The Death of Socrates


Here is the most famous depiction in art of the death of Socrates, by Jacques-Louis David


Close up of his friends by his side trying to convince him to not drink the hemlock, to admit he was wrong, but Socrates died for his beliefs rather than their renuncification, and this is why we remember him.

I even think about the word 're-member' we reflect on them hundreds of years later, I wonder how many people who did what they were told were remembered.




Above by Jean-Francois-Pierre-Peyron


Above by Jacques-Philip-Joseph de Saint-Quention

(a lot of men named Jacques were painters apparently!)

All pics from the wiki commons

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Hands


Gabriela Lutostanski


Harris Clook


Vintage best ever sign here pointer icon


Oldrich Kulhanek

A really under rated part of everyday life is the use of our hands. Perhaps this is a reflective and philosophical post, but I really enjoy hands in art, which sounds grammatically incorrect and weird as a sentence. We do everything with our hands! We should be aware how lucky we are to have them. 

All pics from Berlin Art Parasites and Pinterest

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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Art


Disappointed love- Francis Danby


The great forest by Fire Dude wraith


Forge Valley- John Atkinson Grimshaw

All pics from Tumblr and Pinterest

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Monday, December 1, 2014

Sad Ghost Club


A favourite on Tumblr, Sad Ghost Club. Sometimes their musings are very apt, you can check them out here

Pic from link above

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Curiosity


Aortic valve


Carina Nebula

Scientific curiosity and exploration has led us to discover and appreciate so much

but we, as people, of this our world, still have so far to go

pics from Pinterest

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Sunday, June 15, 2014

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Jazz Age


Nostalgia for a time one never knew


The hair, make-up and style, of everything! attention to detail



The actresses mysterious, not sharing absolutely every detail about themselves on social media


Here is some music to enjoy dancing to!


The portraits, never to look dated, merely a glimpse to the past


The dresses, such finery!


Dance halls full swing! Behind your local Speakeasy
Dancing until the dawn!
I am in love with the picture below! 
Ladies finding a cab home after a night of debauchery!





Canberra even happens to have its own Speakeasy
 the atmosphere and attention to detail always being marvellous! 
A bar called Molly!



and of course the book that captured the spirit of it all, The Great Gatsby

Nostalgia for the past is a good thing in my mind, if we forget and move on, these things will forever be lost to the passage of time

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