10 tracks for this week

Finally something to jump-around about.

NME (one of the greatest music magazine's on the planet), has done all the hard work of music searching for you by releasing their '10 tracks you must hear this week'.

I love searching for new music, I'm hunt around on the internet for hours looking for that new favourite tune, so it's nice when writers you can be sure know their stuff have done that for you.

Enjoy.

Hey, hey we're The Monkee's!

Hey, hey, I remember watching 'The Monkees' when I was about 8 or 9 every day when I'd come home from school.

They're doing  a bit of a Monkee's marathon on the Bio channel, and so every time I turn on the T.V, I hear 'Last Train...'

Sorry :)

So, it's been way too long since I've updated. But, I have a good excuse/'s.

* Work has been incredibly busy

* Semester 1 has begun, and I'm already behind (this is not a good omen for the rest of the term)

* I've been terribly ill. So ill in fact, I was admitted to hospital earlier this week and had to be put on a drip.

But, I promise to update more regularly now that (hopefully) I am in the swing of some semblance of routine. 

That said, anyone who has studied Russian Literary Theory, feel free to send me your essays, Lord knows I need all the help I can get at this stage. 

I spend way too much time on the 'tube...

Pretty much funniest thing I've seen in a while...

Oh, this one's good too. A little weird but it grows on you... much like a meth addiction.

Russell Brand innit

Look, I know Russell Brand is a little weird, maybe even a little frightening, but come on... how can you not love a guy who titles his autobiography 'My Bookie Wook'.

Back to worksies...

I think maybe four days off has been a shock to my system, because right now, I feel like I'm going to die.

Well, ok, that was a little bit extravagant, but I do feel pretty bad. Dizzy, nausea, swaying...and I'm not even drunk this time.

I've got one of those major head-aches that kills the back of your neck and just makes you hurt all over.

That said, I have to get back into work tomorrow. I've been moved around on shifts a little bit which has been nice because producing a late night show and being yelled at every five minutes gets a little redundant after a while.

So here's to me surviving this week and not ending up worse for wear at the end of it.

Hollywood conspiracy

I'm pretty sure there's a conspiracy going on in Hollywood. Namely, that Ethel Merman and Ernest Borgnine are actually the same person, that has been using two different persona's to maximise their career.

Don't believe me? Take a look...

Ernest Borgnine

Ethel Merman

Sigur Ros

Are you a Sigur Ros fan? Don't worry if you are, it doesn't make you that much of a wanker.

Anyway, someone posted this link on Twitter, you should check it out:  Sigur Ros play New York

Celebrities never miss a chance to get political...

I'm not really too sure who Laura Dern is. No, actually I have heard of her. But I only know her as Bruce Dern's daughter or that chick who married Ben Harper.

I have an inkling she was in some film back in the early 90's that involved dinosaurs and Richard Attenborough or something...but I don't think it was very popular.

Anywhoo, the Golden Globes just aired today (yawn) and apart from them being completely boring, which I don't think is a shock to anyone....award shows like these are usually used as political podiums for actors who feel it's their job to tell us plebeians who we should vote for...and what kind of issues are like really like totally important at the moment y'all.

Thing is, it's pretty easy to say something to a group of people who share the same views as you. Now, everyone knows Hollywood is completely left...if it's possible they are left of left. So for Dern, or someone like Tim Robbins to get up on stage and make some bogus political acclamation is cowardly. They know they'll be applauded, they know no-one will disagree with them, so that's why they say it. 

I don't know one person who after Laura Dern made her pathetic tribute to Obama go "Oh goodie, I'm so glad she made a political statement, that's exactly what I watched the Golden Globes to see!". 

Dern, Robbins, Susan Sarandon, Sally Field, and the rest of the left-of-left brigade should consider saving their Obama love-fest for the next time they hold a 'We Hate The West' party.

Meet Harry...

You know how some people go all ga-ga over their pets and it makes you feel a little sick inside? I hate those people...but alas, since getting Harry, I have become one of those people.

My bird is one of those rare animals that thinks he's a human. He's neurotic, has seperation anxiety and rarely hangs out in his cage - he prefers to fly around the house, screaming, and landing on people's heads.

Oh, and my 4 year old next door neighbour is terrified of him.

Slumdog

Not sure if you're a movie person or not, but I am. God I love films.

I think one of my favourite things in the world is to visit the cinema - I love waiting while the lights go down, the movie begins and boom - you're transported into a whole new world. And for an  hour and 56 minutes you leave reality. It's nice, it's beautiful.

I saw one the greatest films I've ever seen yesterday. Slumdog Millionaire.

I don't know how well known this film is around the world. I know it's a HUGE hit in indie circles, but mainstream >>> probably not. 

My dad was the person that wanted to go an see this. I thought, from the title, that it would be some gangster flick and I tried to persuade him against it. But, after watching the tralier I realise how wrong I was.

I won't tell you the plot line, the trailer can do that much, much better than I can. I will tell you that this film is the most uplifting piece of cinema for this year (yes! I'm making a huge prediction). It's bursting with hope, the performances are flawless, and you'll do the whole bit - laugh, cry and sigh.

Happy New Year

LOVE FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA.

xxx

love

alacrity _danger

Hmmm, I just looked back at that post and laughed a little. It wasn't meant to be some 'OMG' kind of thing for anyone...but for me it was.

See, I kind of fell head-over-heels for a guy I worked with when I was about 16. He was 36 year's old. Big mistake right from the start.

Nothing happened between us...I mean really, what could or would have happened? The lad was nearly 40 and I had only just entered my teens. What - could he have taken me out for ice-cream? Or could I have waited outside while he threw back a few schooners with the boys?

And, you'd think this whole 'idea' that men just want young women would in turn work in my favour...well, thankfully it didn't. I say thankfully because looking back at my 16 year old self, I know I was no-where near ready for a relationship/commitment or anything else that didn't involve crime novels (here's to you Cornwell for filling my tender mind with crime... I'll love you forever more).

Gabriela Camerotti

Now I'm a 22 year-old woman. Oh God...I'm not a girl I'm a WOMAN. Even saying that sounds so 'official' and even a little frightening. And for the last 5 years I've measured every single man I've met up to this guy I fell for. No-one measured up to him. And you know why? Because I had invented what I thought he was like. I didn't know him that well - I just worked with him, saw him every day etc. But in my mind I thought up ways he would behave, things he would say, his likes/dislikes etc. I built my own perfect man with him as my template.

He has a girlfriend now - I'm not sure about that other 4 year gap, I heard he was a bit of a Lothario and has women come in and out of his life so I assumed he would have had someone...just not 'the one'. That said I don't think this girl is the one, who knows, maybe she is. Point being, anything I felt for him has disappeared. I'd like to think it's maturity. I'd like to believe I've grown up, I've changed my mind...and the person I am now, doesn't need to same person I needed at 16.

So there it is. One sleep to go until 2009 come rolling on in and I've discarded an old-love that I had let cling onto me for years and years.

Truth be told, there is some part of me that will still hold a special memory of him (or the 'him' I created), primarily because it represents the most perfect unrecognised love.

Happy Pre-New Year :)

xxx

update - update - update - update - update - update - update - update -

I've fallen out of love with a man I've been infatuated with since I was 16.

More to come...

odd

Zing, zing, zing.

It's been the oddest week. It's Sunday, but feels like Friday. You know when that happens, and you feel all out-of-sync and then your week turns into one big snowball of days?

Plus, the week will turn into a brand New Year mid-way through, so you cant understand why I feel so odd.

I've taken to immersing myself in Monty Python and lots of other silly things. I'm a big Python fan, I love the lads and I think their humour is pure genius. I know it's not funny to everyone (my mum doesn't like them at all), but, i find the absurdity and odd nature of their skits put me in a different mind-set. And that's what I love about them. I think that should be the aim of anyone who is creating; be it art, skits, music etc. You want your audience to be transported into a different place, taken out of reality and thrown somewhere else.

Philosophers Football

I have to say though, I used to think Michael Palin was by far the most attractive Python boy, BUT, I've taken quite a liking to Terry Jones recently. That's not to say I think Jones is the funniest, oh no, that honour goes to Cleese, Chapman and Palin ( can't pick, sorry ), but looks wise? Yeah, Jones wins that...even dressed as a woman which he seems to have a penchant for.

Fish Slapping Dance

So, what I want to know is, is the Monty Python love a purely British/Australian thing, or do other people 'get it' or 'get them' ?.

xxx

60's baby!

litteredglass

Right now I am totally into and in love with the 60's era. I love the straight cut clothes, the short hair cuts, the androgyny, the clean but eccentric make-up. I love, love, LOVE it all. So, in honour of my new found worship - I have dedicated a post to help anyone else who wishes to join me on my brigade to re-visit the era style blessed.

• Here's a wonderful run-down of the tragic life of 60's icon, Edie Segwick's.

• Eye make-up from the 60's is one of the most quintessential elements of the whole mod get-up. It's dark, lots of mascara, liner, kohl...it's all big, black and bold. If you need a lesson in how to paint some 60's magic on your blinkers, check out this site.

• If you wanna see a video outlining a step-by-step process, check this out.

• OH.MY.GOD...ModCloth has the best (and I'm not exaggerating here), they have the bestest clothes if you want to transform yourself into Edie Sedgwick or any other 60's chanteuse. The prices are really reasonable, some of their is one-of-a-kind so you know you won't catch anyone else wearing what you've got, and the people that run it are a nice bunch of folks. What are you waiting for? Click, click, CLICK!
• This site has everything you need to know about the decade (pity about it being littered with gif's from 98).
  

• And how could I forget that other mod-icon... TWIGGY! It's funny, because in all her old 60's modelling shots she never smiled. Not that it bothered me, I think the whole waif, lost child look totally added to her charm. But not, she has completely changed and smiles and smiles and smiles.

Check out this video dedicated to living life in the mod-era

edit-edit-edit

Well, well, well. Oh my lord, I'm in the editing chair and I'm in control of news bulletins all night. Is that a good thing? Well, it's not so bad, considering I'm chewing my nails down to nothing stressting over lead stories and audio.

Although, it is nice to be sitting here alone in the news room, doing my own little merry thing and feeling like I have control...the airwaves are mine...for approximately 6.05 minutes.

posting in...

Smithsonian Institution

So, so, so my darlings. I have been absent from the internet for what feels like forever!
Getting knee deep in my new job and with my ISP deciding to shut its door without letting its customers know...yeah, all those things make a recipe for Internet activity impossible!

Not much to update, really though. It reminds me of those times you see people you haven't seen for years and when you two really start talking you both end up saying 'yeah...not much has really changed'.

Although, tonight I'm on my own at work. Edititng, writing and reading the news. Dear God, I'm petrified, excited and positively wrapped that I've been given the chance to do it.

Now that my computer is working...and I've switched ISP's (damn you chilli), updates will be more frequent.

jack

I read Jack now every day
he sings me my lullabies
and helps me dream sweet dreams
of writing great novels
and taking long trips to the middle of nowhere
he makes me realise that it's all just make believe
isn't it?


"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

late shifting,bored

So, I ended up having one of those days yesterday where everything went wrong. One bad thing after another. Whats funny is, is that once two bad things in a row have happened, you almost expect more bad thing to occur...so, you kind of jinx yourself.

That said...I had some chocolate on me that I'd bought for my dad and because I was feeling so blue, I opened it, ate some, then wrapped it all back together. I don't think he'd realise though (let's hope not).

Oooo, I also have a new literary love hero: Jack Kerouac. I started reading his masterpiece 'On the Road' yesterday, and I'm quite certain it's going to be fighting it out with 'In cold blood' and 'Catcher in the rye' for the best book's I've ever read award.

Plus, ever wonder what it's like to work behind the scenes at a radio show? Well, take a look:

For some reason someone felt it was important to let others know this. I thought it was funny.

The screen. You write callers names on there, click the 'update studio' button and the announcer has their names.

Oh My God, the phones did not stop.