I like pasta because my house is made of brick

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Well, this is what I’ve been up to at school, not the great­est design in the world, but good enough. And I real­ly like the com­pa­ny name ‘cubu­lar’ (said like tubu­lar).
For rea­sons I can’t fath­om, Rich finds this card design offen­sive, espe­cial­ly the ‘job titles’ I’ve giv­en myself. I swear, you’d think the man has nev­er heard of humor.
Yes, I know vagabond it spelt wrong. But this is me were talk­ing about, why were you even sur­prised.

Inspiration

Tues­day, went to see Stero­lab at the Metro with a bunch of friends (and friends of friends).
The gig was good, and fun was had by all, but that ain’t what I’m gonna talk about.
Some­thing odd hap­pens to me when­ev­er I go to a live gig.
My mind wan­ders.
This is dif­fer­ent to what hap­pens when my mind nor­mal­ly wan­ders.
There I am watch­ing the band and hav­ing a good time and sud­den­ly I be hit with a great idea for a sto­ry, or an inter­est­ing thing to do if I ever made a sound instil­la­tion, or a redesign for my busi­ness card.
Of course I get hit by real­ly stu­pid ideas too (like the one about mak­ing a busi­ness card where the text and the back­ground were the same shade of orange), but they are fun­ny and get dis­re­gard­ed straight away.
This does­n’t hap­pen when I sit down and lis­ten to a CD instead, only ever at live things.
Me thinks I should go to more live stuff.

Celebration

There are things in this world worth cel­e­brat­ing, and there are oth­ers that get cel­e­brat­ed and leave me won­der­ing ‘why?’.
I find New Years to be arbi­trary and triv­ial, while the sol­stice and the equinox are more gen­uine. I find christ­mas to be too com­mer­cial and annoy­ing­ly reli­gious. East­er only gets the thumbs up because of the whole choco­late thing. Birth­days on the oth­er hand res­onate as being deeply impor­tant.
Then there are things like the Syd­ney Mar­di Gras, which is impor­tant but in m case not for per­son­al rea­sons, instead it is impor­tant for social and polit­i­cal rea­sons.
So the whole sub­ject is a mess, and I choose to judge each event by a dif­fer­ent set of rules.
In the last month I passed the one year anniver­sary for two relat­ed events in my life, nei­ther of these anniver­saries were cel­e­brat­ed, for one of these that is just the way it should be, for the oth­er I’m annoyed and wast­ing miss­ing the chance.
Last Fri­day was the one year anniver­sary of my going into life-or-death surgery. I’m a lot bet­ter now. While the date of the surgery is easy to pin down, I don’t thing there is any­thing to cel­e­brate is that event, it was the begin­ning of a long heal­ing process and at some point over the months that fol­lowed I changed from being sick to being well. There was no event to mark the change, there was noth­ing spe­cial about the day, its hard to throw a par­ty for a grad­ual tran­si­tion. I was very hap­py to let the day go by with noth­ing spe­cial to mark the occa­sion, hap­py to think sim­ply ‘I’m a whole lot bet­ter off that I was this time last year’.
The end of Mar­di Gras marked the oth­er event, and that was my actu­al­ly get­ting sick. Okay, so I was fine for Mar­di Gras and only got sick in the two weeks that fol­lowed, but lets not get too tech­ni­cal. I could think of no bet­ter way to com­plete are recov­ery that to cel­e­brate the point at which I got seri­ous­ly ill with a big cel­e­bra­tion of life and ener­gy, and Mar­di Gras is just that. It is a shame then that I actu­al­ly attend­ed MUCH less of Mar­di Gras this year than the last.
I am much bet­ter now. Prob­a­bly bet­ter than I ever was before.

New Buffy, can’t wait

In stan­dard prepa­ra­tion for tonights air­ing of the first episode of the lat­est sea­son of Buffy I watched the last two episodes of sea­son five again tonight.
Is it just me or does it get real­ly bleary near the end of the last episode for every­one else too?

Rabbit-Proof Fence

Not an easy movie to watch. Which is why you should watch it.
This movie shows just one sto­ry of three abo­rig­i­nal girls that were forcibly removed from their moth­ers and assim­i­lat­ed into white cul­ture, but the girls decid­ed it was­n’t for them and so walked 1200 miles home.
An extreme­ly mov­ing and pow­er­ful sto­ry, made all the worse because it is true.
If you want to tru­ly know what the phrase “Stolen Gen­er­a­tion” means watch this film.
And if all that isn’t enough, it is pho­to­graph­i­cal­ly beau­ti­ful.
Watch it once, for once is drain­ing enough for any per­son.
Makes one embar­rassed to be Aus­tralian. Embar­rassed to live in a coun­try where the gov­ern­ment does­n’t even have the balls to say “sor­ry”.