Wednesday, June 20, 2007
A beautiful quote
As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls. M. Cartmill
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Excited
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Anais Nin
Monday, June 11, 2007
Teenage kicks
I've been blogging somewhere else for a couple of weeks now, trying out a subject position that is not fully mine, to see if I had anything to say. I'd grown tired of leaving that aspect of my reflection to people I either positively dislike or idealise beyond reason. There wasn't much middle ground, and I wanted to find my voice.
It turns out that I had lots of things to say. It was (and it is) quite a trip: I'm loving the adolescent rawness that it brings up. I did not know that I could still navigate seventeen-year-old idealism which such seemless ease. It's like being in "Almost Famous" and encountering a new exiting scene, full of the type of people you only dreamed about until now.
I remember being seventeen, how I longed for a scene. How I never found it. I only found individuals and small groups who became the people I love. Just reading Livvy again this morning ties me back to the things I like about this blog (although I'm so drunk on the teenage kicks that I'm finding it hard to pinpoint exactly what it is). There is something I love about Goddess Carnet, and I don't want to loose that.
The Elton John Lyrics are a big part of the film, and a big part of the last three weeks, in an odd kind of way. How I love adolescence, I'll never tire of it!
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks, out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
It turns out that I had lots of things to say. It was (and it is) quite a trip: I'm loving the adolescent rawness that it brings up. I did not know that I could still navigate seventeen-year-old idealism which such seemless ease. It's like being in "Almost Famous" and encountering a new exiting scene, full of the type of people you only dreamed about until now.
I remember being seventeen, how I longed for a scene. How I never found it. I only found individuals and small groups who became the people I love. Just reading Livvy again this morning ties me back to the things I like about this blog (although I'm so drunk on the teenage kicks that I'm finding it hard to pinpoint exactly what it is). There is something I love about Goddess Carnet, and I don't want to loose that.
The Elton John Lyrics are a big part of the film, and a big part of the last three weeks, in an odd kind of way. How I love adolescence, I'll never tire of it!
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks, out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Monday, June 04, 2007
What's in my cocktail?
I'm thinking of applying for a great job based both in Birmingham (university) and in Italy (fieldwork). It would be two years of researching the history and current evolution of the social movements who opposed Berlusconi. Now that's got a serious radical edge! And fieldwork in Rome? Yes please!
It ties in wonderfully with my current research as well. The only thing I'm worried about: will I like Birmingham? What kind of stuff will I fill my life with once there? At the moment my life is filled with a f*cking thesis, and that's about it. I don't really want to reiterate that mistake if I move away from Deville.
It ties in wonderfully with my current research as well. The only thing I'm worried about: will I like Birmingham? What kind of stuff will I fill my life with once there? At the moment my life is filled with a f*cking thesis, and that's about it. I don't really want to reiterate that mistake if I move away from Deville.
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