Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The face of a hero- (follow on from last post.)

This photo was taken from the U.N.'s site on 'Conflict Diamonds,' this little boys hands were chopped off by rebel machetes. For me, this shot is important as basically it doesn't need to be happening, der. More seriously, in Africa and South Africa areas with diamond mines basically could have the capacity and re courses to pay for better health care and education with the money the diamonds could make. However, with the diamond-mines being taken over by rebels, all this potential money is lost in the hands of corruption. I'm aware I've written incredibly simply about something not so simple, but this is merely to get the point across.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008


I don't want to be too serious on this blog, I just wanna write about whatever is going on in my head, be it sad, glad, shimmy shimmy!
Last night I was at one of my beloved friends house, for a mini dinner-party, and chit-chat, and I found myself being really quite alarmed at what some of them were saying. By no means, would I consider myself an activist, nor a social-worker (as much as I'd love to pretend I'm a do-gooder, i don't not do near enough). Sure, I think being a politically aware person, is kinda important in this day and age, and I'm the first to admit I don't know nearly enough. Last night however, the way some of my friends were talking, left me completely shocked.
The sheer naive banter I lay witness to has somehow stayed with me throughout today and inspired me to write this right here, right now. p.s. 'right here, right now' is also the title of a great fatboy slim track.
Anyway, back to the point. Some of my friends were talking about diamonds, conflict diamonds, and whether if they were given diamond (conflict ones) as an inheritance it would be OK to keep them and wear them. The basic attitude was 'it was before my time that the diamonds were bought, hence not my problem, I'll obviously wear them, once passed down to me.' Quite frankly this attitude upset me, and made me think 'fuck.' 
This conversation then went on to be about Africa, and the AIDS crisis, something that I really don't know enough about, do anything about but am still incredibly interested and saddened by.....and should actively try help in some way. One particular person on the dinner-table was dumb enough to tell me of his personal theory on getting rid of the AIDS crisis...I won't write his theory, because it's too disgusting but let me just say that I will from hereon  now call the person 'Hitlers second-coming.' 
Basically, don't be so bloody naive, AIDS is something that isn't merely limited to one country, one race, one anything...'aids does not discriminate.' 
For me perhaps the saddest part, is the basic theory of 'institutionalised inequality.' Basically this relates to the Circle of inequality, the way one is born into a life that is far from 'equal.'
Inequality is something that exists within every society, and most definitely in Australia, in Sydney. It is perpetuated within the education system, the health care system, etc...whereby the social institutions that exist simply don't offer equality to everyone. Money and capitalism has the biggest role in this, and though I think it's fine to get the best education possible, get the best doctor possible (granted you have the access to them) I think its morally repugnant to remain naive and dumb about the world and our place in it. 
So, this blog isn't me saying 'lets save the world, we can do it,' it's just about me saying to those people, nay, my friends 'wake the hell up and realise how lucky you are.' I do believe every dollar DOES and CAN make a difference, and i also believe evil will only prevail when 'good' people sit back and let it.
I don't know much about conflict-diamonds, but something tells me, if they come from something that has caused many deaths and national conflicts, in countries whereby inequality is the norm.  Perhaps the 'gifted diamonds' should go back to where they came from. Perhaps, in that position, if i was given a conflict diamond, i would sell it and give the money to a charity that works with stopping the illegal trading of conflict diamonds. Obviously, this is just one idea.
So, I'm going to start educating myself about some of the shit going on in the world, cause I realise I really don't know much. Maybe, in doing that I'll be able to educated some of my friends, I think everything can lead to change, tiny steps....


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

revisiting the 90's.

Album of the Day/Eve.
'Bittersweet Symphony' is obviously a classic. . . . . but the song 'Drugs Don't Work,' call it what you will but I think it's such a beautiful song. It's poignant, its honest, its painful, its romantic....
its hopeful! ...except the line 'if you leave my life, I am better off dead...' is he talking about a person, or is he talking about drugs....?? someone let me know...or tell me your interpretation...always interesting.



  • brief history of how i came to be the owner of Zoe = 
I was told that I spent my pre-pre school years under the trusting eye of a woman who I can't remember but was named 'Vera.' Apparently, I was a cheeky little rascal.  had this frowning forehead, a mop of white hair on my head, huge puffy cheeks, paired witha 'what's up doc? sort of over-bight. (Said over-bight is incredibly endearing on  a toddler, but when it is still there upon adult-hood, i recommend calling an orthodontist asap.) I was a tomboy yet my mum, gerri always dressed min what can only be described as 'kid-couture,' ; lace dresses straight from Paris, frilly frou-frou white socks and leather shoes with gigantic fuck-off bows on them, like the star at the top of a x-mas tree (except i don;t do xmas.) I didn't like socialising much when I attended ver'as day-care so I decided on day one to befriend her dog. Vera had a mini-shnauzer which had free reign in her house. I don't remember it's name, but apparantly the dog was m best-friend. On my day care graduation (tough testing time) my mum came to pick me up only to convince herself that I had gone missing. My mum began searching, whilst organising other parental figures and authorities to look for me. She literally hunted the day-care centre, the short cubicles, the day-beds, the pantry, under the beds, the kitchen...eventually she found me- I was playing in some sort of mud-pit out the back with the dog. There I was, I had ruined my pretty kid-couture and was covered in those were the good'ol days! When I left vera, I was upset and irritable, I wouldn't play with my sister anymore, I wanted a dog. I had suffered my first bout of a life-long issue with 'Separation Anxiety.' I should never partake in the reality show "big brother." Like all little girls, I got my way, I got a dog. I still have her and she's the same type as the dog that was my best-friend at vera. Zoe is 16 years old and im not 21...yeh long time, and she's a little bitch...(get it, get it) I love her like fat kid love cake..

Sunday, March 16, 2008

amazing chick pop..!!

YOU AND ME BABY AINT NOTHING BUT MAMMALS SO LETS DO IT LIKE THEY DO ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL! WHAT?!?! Howdy ho! its a sunday night in sunny 'ol sydney and once again I haven't written in a month. Anyway, everything is good and sunny and happy and inspiring and now i'm just being cheesy but i can't help myself. Just got back from a holiday in L.A. and N.Y.C. amazzzing trip. These photos are from outside Guitar Centre. Special thanks to Sonic Youth and Blondie (without which these photos could never'ave been made)

Just some random oldies but goodies i've been playing recently:
Ben Lee -Cigarettes Will Kill you
4 Non Blondes - What's up
Silverchair- Freak
Nada Surf- Popular
Babyface and Stevie Wonder- How come, How long
Veruca Salt - Seether
Nine Inch Nails- Closer
Brian McKnight- Back at One