Thursday, November 25, 2004
There are perfect moments.
You can stand on the beach in Mount Maunganui on a clear night, during an outgoing tide, when a thin film of water will cover the white sands and if you time it just right - the entire night sky will be mirrored perfectly at your feet. It really is something else to stand amongst the stars, to run along a celestial shore, watching the waves rush in like boiling clouds devouring the universe below.
If you were here I would show you such miracles...
...such miracles and more.
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I find salvation in Music.
In a long list of mistakes, I think music is what we did right. I don't care if it's a pair of rubbish bin lids banging together or a full fledged string orchestra - music is good. Music is great. Music is the divinity in humankind evolving through a velocity of pure truth.
Music moves the body, elevates the soul and sends the mind beyond its gelatinous cage. Music speaks to the spirit in a language that transcends words. Music is a kind face hovering before me in the dark. A smile and a kiss when i am at my worst.
It is my considered opinion that we should stop sending hulking masses of steel and plastic into the furthest reaches of space and instead simply beam the music. Fill the void between the spheres with Bach and Brahms, Hendrix and Joplin, Rotten and Ramone. What sentient race could deny us then? What intelligent life-form would shrink in the face of such beauty?
The kind we wouldn't want to know I say.
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Solender's mind at 10:46 am
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Sunday, November 21, 2004
Oh just cheer the fuck up!
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression.
Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.
- Tyler Durden, Fight Club
Our
great depression is our lives. In a film rife with personal
resonance, I don't think there was another line that struck home as
hard as this one.
I live with
depression. It's fucked and I hate it and I've spent a great
portion of my time of late trying to learn as much as I can about the
problem. All for naught. Knowing the nature of the downward
spiral doesn't make the ride any easier... or easier to avoid.
I've come to certain conclusions though - gnostic answers rather than helpful solutions unfortunately, but conclusions none the less.
I
can be happy as long as I don't stop and think about it. About
past mistakes. About the tenuous present. About impending
doom.
About global
inequities. About social hipocrisy. About a system that
promotes selfishness and greed. About a world that strangles the
life out of beauty and art in an attempt to ring every last cent from
it.
I can be happy if I remain
forcibly ignorant. If I can chain my wandering mind and just
dwell in the now. That's what the drugs used to do and that's
what the alcohol still does from time to time. People would
always say that I'm a happy drunk - and that was more true than they
ever knew. I was never happier than when in the throws of a
psychotropic revelation or in the sweet sweet arms of
inebriation. It's okay to be disgusted by that - hell, I'm
disgusted by it.
I can guess what
you're thinking - "there's so much good in the world". But is
there? Is there really? Can anyone tell me, without using
stock answers, what's so great about life?
At
times I think my depression is a personal thing. Other times I
see it as a symptom of our shittier by the minute world and I realise
I'm far from alone. Even discounting those who seem to wear it as
a fashion accessory - I realise we are legion.
What's your take on the nigh-epidemic levels of depression?
- Soul
P.S.
I'm not actually depressed now. Nor am I drunk (honest!).
I'm in one of those rare critical moments between being too depressed
to bother and being too non-depressed to consider, where I actually
think to ask such questions.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I wasn't looking forward to this "re-interpretation" basically because I think Gene Wilder is an underated genius (which is better than being an overated genius I guess), but now that I've seen this poster I think I'm going to be all up in it when it hits the theatres.
Would you check out those shoes!This thought broke free from
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"For the believer - no evidence is required.
For the non-believer - no evidence will suffice."
- Probably someone pretty clever Grisham was quoting.
They Argue: They only believe in God and all that crap because they were taught it from day one and made to read the Bible and go to church and stuff. They were brainwashed!
I Refute: How is this different from your belief in Science and "all that crap"? You were taught it from day one and made to read textbooks and go to school and stuff. Were you brainwashed?
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Monday, November 08, 2004
The arbitrary croutons of indelible truth in the ever expanding pea-soup of human knowledge...
It's a great title for a fantastic theory - and one day, when I have the time and focus I will share it...
...and you will shiver at the awesome majesty of it and question the very basis of your existence.
In the meantime here's a picture of the idiot in charge of the most powerful military force on the planet:
Huzzah!
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
I'm crossing my fingers and dotting my eyes...
As I've said, I usually avoid being overly political here on ModMyth. All I can say is that I'm really glad the responsibility is not upon me.
If it was, I would want a 'negative vote' option - for when you don't sway towards any particular candidate, but you definitely don't want one particular war-mongering profit-monkey to win the presidency...
...again.
(was that obscure enough to maintain my anti-politics stance?)
Anyway, to all my freinds who will be voting: Good luck with the whole 'deciding the fate of the entire world' thing.
(no pressure)
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Monday, November 01, 2004
The flat-earth theorists were right!
The world is flat - it is only the curvature of space-time that makes it 'appear' spherical.
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"Trick or treat" they say in unison as soon as I open the door. I'm far from impressed that they've both decided to dress up as kids of around their own ages. "No guys - I'm sorry but I don't support Halloween at all". Which is true.
"I mean, aren't you guys just learning the basics of extortion by doing this? You may as well just say: give me some candy or I'm going to toilet paper your house.
What's next? Punch or Lunch Money? Bullet or Handbag? Thousands of civilian casualties or political control of your country and oil resources?"
They shuffle their feet nervously and I pretend not to notice when one of their disguises slips and I catch a glimpse of the slack jawed little demon underneath. But I watch them with open suspicion as they meander back down the driveway just in case.
Happy halloween kids!
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Thursday, October 28, 2004
I've been thinking about death a lot recently. No particular reason - just a random theme that stuck.
One day you'll be dead... so will I... and so will everyone you and I both know.
Our memory may live on in the people who knew us - the good and the bad. People we never met may some day gaze upon our works and wonder who we were. Our childrens, childrens, children will still carry a diluted set of our genes and perhaps know our names and a few statistics of our lives. A record will be kept somewhere of our death and the circumstances involved.
But eventually down the great tunnel of times-past we will dissapear. Our genes dispursed in the generational winds, all memory and records expunged under the weight of swollen history sense.
We will be nothing then - we will be finally, truly, utterly dead. Nameless and forgotten.
Then will we finally be free?
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