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BarrenImpressionsDeciiiYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. BarrenImpressions - Archives - December 2003BarrenImpressions 31 December 2003 - 18:06Decided since it's the last day of the year I'd try and find something to say... of course I haven't found anything so maybe I'll just ramble for a bit. Did nothing the whole day. Going out to The Doors tonight - have to wear a mask which is pretty cool, so looking forward to that. I come all the way up to Jo'burg and then spend most of my time with the only CLAWs people up here anyway... tuttut the incent inherent in this society :) But anyway. To quote a girl I've never met who sent me email for no particular reason other than that she's bored: "Happy fuckin' New Year" 29 December 2003 - 22:38Spending more time on the net than is healthy for me... actually who's to say how much net time is actually healthy? But anyway found some neat slogans at unamerican.com. Some are just plain arb, but there are some that I'd like to wear on a T-shirt someday and decided to keep a note of them:
Actually not sure how many or these I would actually wear? Some of them are just funny and some I contemplate wearing purely for reactions and to piss people off. Oh well... it was fun while it lasted. _-- another i've always been particularly fond of: "the person you love is 72% water".
i'd love a tee reading "do i look like a fucking role-model?" too. however, the most classic tee in the world remains my "bruce is a cunt". wither: it's on both sides for _italics... 28 December 2003 - 21:26So back from a day spent mostly at Sandton and I've definitely decided that Jo'burg is a shithole after all... Wonder why it's taken me so long? I've had a pretty uninteresting day which involved watching My Boss's Daughter where my only comments really are, it's stupid, it's funny, you cringe, just don't pay for it... and caught up with one of my friends from Cape Town who lives up in Jo'burg like me. Reflections on Sandton? It's not half as 'kugel' as people claim it to be. Well not anymore. Perhaps it's because it's a Sunday and there's families and noone really cares? But there's not this conscious, oh my everyone's watching me look cool thing, anymore. Think it's just cause it's a Sunday. This IS Sandton I'm talking about after all! And everyone in Cape Town is up to something interesting tonight. If it's not Reuel's birthday (Happy Birthday Reuel!) it's another friend's 21st, not Piotr though his birthday is also today (Happy 21st Birthday Piotr!!!). So I can't call anyone because they all have lives :p Got to get me one of those... Although I don't really like them up here. Just really need to get back to Cape Town I think. 27 December 2003 - 19:19So I've been reading the Dune series again (for the 3rd or 4th time) and it stills manages to affect me in some way. The author (Frank Herbert) had one of the most incredible minds, I can think of no-one else who writes the way he does. I find myself staring at the pages thinking, "why the hell did he write that? what's he thinking? what's he on???" but there's still some undeniable truth to the thoughts he commits to paper... What makes us human? The desire for peace and prosperity, and every deepseated action that betrays the superficiality of those wishes and the truth beneath them? Our affinity and denial for love, but not hate? The desire to label and thereby 'own' everything we come into contact with. The way in which we seek pain, thinking we seek happiness. The abillity to think of and exact revenge for that pain. Need of power, but the rejection of the responsibility that comes with it. The labeling that results in opposites? :) You'd think for once I could read this damned series and just enjoy the story. Perhaps my ramblings come from a mind which has spent too much time in isolation (jhb does that to you) and has spent the last day reading over some rants that delve into the scarier parts of the human mind. And in all this I still have no answers. But I know I have no answers, and that in most cases that there are no answers to be had. The endless search for knowledge and answers...? Hell I have no idea. Not sure I'm meant to. All I know it that Frank's son, Brian, has completed the prequels to the series and now writes about the Butlerian Jihad, but doesn't have the same deep thought that goes into the writing of his father. He's just there to tell the story that needs to be told. And it's a clever story nevertheless, but always seems to be missing something. I'm really glad he's continuing his father's legacy though, gives much insite to the way the universe might turn out and why. Only have one huge problem every time I read this series. The official series is six books, but Frank Herbert had plans for a seventh, and left these ideas to his son. Now all the other books stand on their own and finish 'properly' with no apparent loose ends. You only pick up that you've missed the loose ends once you begin to the read the next book. Except for the sixth book! I haven't quite finished reading it this time, but I know it ends with this promise of a much bigger picture that you've only just begun to grasp. And it gets to me every time! Maybe that's why I read the series over and over, to get a glimpse of what that larger picture may be? It would be easier to handle if I knew that Frank had died with the end of the story still in his head, forever a mystery. But I know it's out there! Wonder who I have to kill to finish my endless pursuit of what comes next? So damned human. |