Monday, May 31, 2010

fucking noise

there are people blowing vuvuzelas outside my window at 9h45 in the evening.

fuck this. and it's less than two weeks til the world cup.

expected noise levels to get worse.

you learn something new every day

9 h 1 7 pm

tea: drank
teeth: brushed
face: cleaned
facebook: open
movie: pride & prejudice, 2005 version.

my favourite scenes and plot devices

: mrs bennet running after elizabeth after the latter has just turned down mr collins' absurd, inflated proposal; geese waddling behind a flapping mrs.

: the netherfield ball, the dancing scenes: sexual tension between elizabeth and darcy.

: 'don't you dare judge me, lizzie!' charlotte lucas must marry for business and not for love. she cannot afford a marriage initiated by romance.

: elizabeth shoots down darcy at meryton ball: "if only she were tolerable...'


worshipping the very hem of her dress

reading over my lecture notes on Great Expectations i saw that matthew arnold's 'dover beach' had been cited in reference to the changing nature of a new industrial society in England's 19th century. With Dickens an evolutionist and the threat of Darwinist thinking causing thrusts in the Protestant Church of England I was reminded of Pip and Estella's fated relationship in relation to Arnold's melancholic poem. I will not say romance, because Pip's love was wholly unrequited for the greater part of the novel. Only with a chance reunion in the final and (altered) chapter does the reader ever receive some kind of satisfaction that Estella and Pip were ever truly meant for each other and might enjoy a life together. according to arnold, as long as two lovers have each other they might be safe from the fallacies of the approaching darkness of a mortal world.

i remain unconvinced. for me, ignorant armies still clash by night.

wondering minstrels

i found a fantastic poetry blog with an impressive collection of poems, great and small, as well as literary anecdotes, analyses and a touch of personal humour.

:::a poem a day :::

a pathetic fallacy

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Matthew Arnold, 1867, New Poems


where is our dover beach?

By Roger Rosenblatt Monday, Jan. 14, 1985 for Time

the virtue of truth

By Linda Sue Grimes, 2007.

and that horse you rode in on

i sincerely think today's kids should

get off.

that horse too.

disneyland paris

"We didn’t come in and say O.K., we’re going to put a beret and a baguette on Mickey Mouse. We are who we are." - Euro Disney S.C.A. former chairman Robert Fitzpatrick responded.

disneyland paris was one of our last stops and major visits in france.

somehow discontinued my fear of rollercoasters and convinced myself to go on 'space mountain.' waited in the queue for close to 45 minutes, feeling pretty confident that i would hold tight and face this thing. screamed my head off for three full rotations, planets flying at my face, scary futuristic soundtrack blaring in my ears, a photo and subsequent vertigo after the full 2:18minute duration of the ride. but i did it. and that's what counts.

after the thrill of discoveryland we tried some tamer options. 'it's a small world' was cutesy and happy. mad hatter's teacups, peter pan's flight (awesome!) and phantom manor, equally so.

main street USA was having a parade. i got to meet pluto, that yellow dog.

a rebel without claws

"i did, i did taw a puddy cat!"

tweety, the good-natured canary bird, appeared in 48 cartoons during the Golden Age of American animation.

cartoon motion

looney tunes
opening title, late 1950s to early 1960s

a Warner Bros. animated cartoon series which ran in many movie theaters from 1930 to 1969. It preceded the Merrie Melodies series and is Warner Bros.'s first animated theatrical series. - wiki

looney tunes faced controversy on American air and some shorts were subsequently removed from television screens because of racial stereotypes of black people, Jews (despite the fact that the Warner brothers themselves were Jewish), Native Americans, Asians, Hispanics and Germans.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

fuck yeah nicole richie

nicole is one of my favourite modern style icons. i am going to slowly and surely convince you why.


hold your colour

: found him in my bed this morning :

Saturday, May 29, 2010

confection election

macaroons for my birthday


Friday, May 28, 2010

Mr. Bennet: You really do love him, don’t you?
Elizabeth: Very much.
Mr. Bennet: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. But it seems I am overruled. So I heartily give my consent. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy.
Elizabeth: Thank you.

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lion-hearted girl

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okay, well, i didn't meet her Royal Highness herself. i met a queen though, and was pretty chuffed with myself. he told me how some drunk girl had been throwing herself on him on the dancefloor, and how he had thrown up his dear little hands in terror, and had tried his best to let her down nicely. bless him, he danced with me though and we had a great ol' time.

mr darcy, you bastard.


he fancies himself very great. he is most disagreeable and not at all worth pleasing, so high and conceited that there was no enduring him.
yet our heroine grew to love the man, no matter how detestable. the woos and downplays of love and all its subtleties make excellent novels. fitzwilliam darcy makes a perfectly dastardly and timeless lover.

warm me up

I often think about my Exchange to France and feel like I haven't written enough about it.

I miss the snow. I miss the way it crunched beneath my boots. I miss the pebbly beachfront at Le Havre, desolate in the middle of a dark winter. I miss the skyscraping Eglise St. Joseph, the tallest building in the city. I miss our kitchen-counter gatherings while the daylight slips away outside and you can see the construction crane alit with festive lights in the dusk. We would all stand about smoking in the kitchen, and drinking wine.

Forgive me, I am in a European state of mind. Perhaps I am beginning to feel a little yearning for the other side. The unfamiliar. Because right now, home seems a little strange to me. Home is nothing more than four walls and a roof over my head.

The winter menu is available at Mariner's again this year. With a dull pang I remembered the time Max and I went there one cold winter's night for a three-courser and a glass of wine. Just the two of us. And he kept me pretty darn warm.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

foolproof break-up methods

here's how to break up with almost anyone.

The geek: "I’m quarantining your virus out of my system."

The gleek: "Mercedes, I’m gay."

The jock: "We’ve been having a losing season, and I’m quitting the team."

The non-conformist: "I’m trying out for the cheerleading squad."

The mime:

The trekkie: "Live long and prosper. Just not with me."

The vampire: "I want to be with someone more…tan."

The pirate: "The rum is gone."

The overachiever: "I just need to spend more time slacking off, you know?"

The clinger: "I have ebola. And it's highly contagious."

The theater nerd: "The curtain has closed on the stage of our affair."

The foreign exchange student: "I’m having you deported."

The werewolf: Why would anyone want to break up with a werewolf? They have jetpacks!

The band dork: We started out with perfect pitch, but now I think we've gone a bit flat.

The cheerleader: the pep has gone out of our relationship

The HP fan: I'm sorry, Romilda, but your love potion has worn off

The redneck: Darlin', this relationship is going over like a turd in a punch bowl.

The twihard: Edward's not real and neither was this.

original article here here

p.s. who breaks up with a pirate? the rum would never run out if i had a pirate in my crew if you know what i mean...

gaspard ulliel

born in Paris, 1984.

current face of longchamp, opposite kate moss.

won the 2004 César Award for Most Promising Actor for his role in A Very Long Engagement opposite Audrey Tatou.

graced the 2007 cover of Vogue

what is it with me and (french) boys with dimples?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

quiet beast.

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hewlett's daughter

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Hewlett's daughter,
Loved her father,
And I think she loved me too,
For a little while.
Hewlett's daughter,
I forgot her,
Now I'm treating water
And waste at night.
High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and glaciers.
I spy below the mess
And measure the pressure
Where sofas float on roads
And somebody stole your guns,
Well sir I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son.
High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and dressers.
With crash united sewn
On all of my dress shirts
They firefell the roads,
And somebody stole your guns,
Well sir I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son


//// there are too many girls naked on the internet ////

it is sad to think that their breasts are more famous than their faces.

can't you see, can't you hear their cries for help?

worldy girl

she was taken

i am no longer afraid.

the pledge

: :


: without colour we cannot be a racist :

tiffany & co.

what is it about diamonds?

is it their commercial value, their dazzling inclination in the stock markets, their Vanderbilt affluence, their exchange value, their romantic connotations.

is it the timelessness of a diamond? perhaps, the fashioning of such a raw miracle over millenia, its rarity and beauty that so enchants us. a diamond is beautiful to a businessman as it is to a charmed girl, as it is to a chivalrous suitor, as it is a token to a nervous proposal.

the tiffany yellow was discovered in south africa in 1877 and purchased by New York jeweler Charles Tiffany. Weighing in at a raw 287.42 carats it is one of the largest yellow diamonds ever discovered.

The diamond is known to have been worn by only two women during its lifetime. It was worn by Mrs. Sheldon Whitehouse at the 1957 Tiffany Ball held in Newport, Rhode Island, mounted for the occasion in a necklace of white diamonds.It was subsequently worn by Audrey Hepburn in 1961 publicity photographs for Breakfast at Tiffany's. - wiki

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

i love blair


call girl

a british television drama based on the popular blog and book series written by a London call girl, the pseudonymous Belle de Jour

call girls are high class prostitutes who charge by the hour, and charge a lot.

they are often managed by agencies, and answer to a distinct 'madam'

belle gives 'calling' a light-hearted spin, a la sex and the city and adds a touch of humour to the stigma of indecent hiring.

feminists have stormed this series saying that it glamourizes prostutution, as it portrays the occupation as a natural career choice for belle, who loves both sex and money.


trained on classical piano

writer and producer for the blackheart gang

one of cape town's leading electronic musicians

markus wormstorm

cape town has seen a rise in DJ/duo acts/electro feats in recent months. more to be featured here soon.

the lies we tell

a mother says to her five-year-old daughter: I am going to the doctor to have my ears fixed so that I can no longer hear whining.

And that did the trick.

how many other fibs do we tell (and tell ourselves, too) to get by?

"facebook made me do it"
so you told all 1, 854 of your friends that stacey's mom has got it going on? that was all you, bud.

'I'll call you right back"
oh no you won't.

"size doesn't matter"
and israel is a small country, big paradise.

"I knew about that band way before it became popular on the radio."

what, when it was on MTV, you mean? fuck off.


give me a break. i didn't care how you were anyway.

"he wants to call me back. he's just too shy."

he probably used your number to roll a cigarette and smoked away all hopes of calling you, the next day or EVER.

"he cheated on her, but he won't ever cheat on me"

LIES. once a cheater, always a cheater.

"if I can just lose 5 pounds and got a brazilian I'll be a much happier person."

and then what? you'll be 5 pounds lighter and a good deal smoother. so bloody what.

"I'm not racist."

chances are you are, if you need to say so.

"I am not a fucking hipster"



birdlife | DJ duo | Cape Town

Electro House Fidget Techno

poems on the underground

one of britain's most successful public art projects

Poems of the Underground

bringing poetry to a wider audience on the London Underground, having been part of an ongoing cultural project since 1986.

thus far, 10 editions have been compiled covering collections from 1986 to 2009.

supported by Arts Council England and the National Lottery, 10 000 copies are to be made available free to Londoners and visitors alike.

homegrown dubstep


a serving of homegrown cape town dubstep, by a kid with reason.

dual success

a bowl of noodles.

when once i was free...

i liked this inversion, with use of a mirror.

vanity + intrusion.

"take a polaroid and let me go"

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