We're all heading for death. Surely we can be ok with that.

So. Today I found myself feeling antsy and frustrated, while gazing into my bedroom window from the garden. It looked awkward and disconcertingly pink in there. And the first thought that came to me when I wondered what kind of a person lived in there was 'someone who doesn't know what they want.'

Like, I didn't force that thought, it just came. And it was right.

I'm currently disillusioned with material possessions. I'm an anti-materialist. Not that I've taken any steps to deal with it, (it seems that my steps only really come after MUCH thought. too much) but I reckon this is a root of lots of dissatisfaction for so many people. We're striving for the grass on the other side of the bridge, but we need to be learning to appreciate our own grass, and strive to be a better member of our flock. ... Or something. There are more important things for us to spend our time worrying about and striving for than a new car or an extension or whatever.

This came from looking at my things and realising that they didn't all make up a cohesive existence. That some of them are just friggin unnecessary.

I was also thinking about impermanence, and 'The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying.' Soygal Rinpoche said

"Every time I hear the rush of a mountain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or the sound of my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence."

I think the idea of impermanence as our only permanence (delightfully ironic) is a comforting and practical strategy for dealing with life fullstop. I mentioned this, and then my Dad replied that maybe our attachment to material possessions is our attempt at creating permanence, and stability for ourselves. I think that is insightful. Seemingly common sense, but insightful when you think about it.

Soz about that. I hate long posts. But I had to write that. Rambling and half-baked as it is.

Frick yeah Wu-Tang Clan.

ahaha! Awesome.

hum.

Ok so. Sometimes you know exactly what it is that you have to do, and you know that not doing it will result in a rather big problem down the track...but you can't help it anyway.

And you wish that you were doing something that you really wanted to do, but equally you have this feeling that right at this moment there isn't anything that will fill that gap. Cause it's a necessary gap. A gap which will slowly but surely allow you to realise what it is that will fill it sufficiently.

All very vague I know...but perhaps some of you silent internet people feel the same. And that would be really neat actually.

Sometimes all you need is to know that you aren't the only one. Lets just pander to our need for conformity. It's basic, and we all need it.

ooch my bad

and sorry about that shite youtube embedding stuff and how the videos get all cut off...i'll work on that. im a beginner up in here.

Artisan Guns

aalso...this one. Makes you feel all lovely.

Mooosic yeah!

Ok so, here is a lovely NZ band- the Artisan Guns. I saw them once rather a while ago, and since, they have exploded all over the, dare I say it, 'indie scene.' This is one of my favourites, but most of their stuff is equally lovely and melodic. And so sweet...

merci, merci.

The Human Piano

So great! Bobby McFerrin is a vocalist who actually uses his voice as an instrument, mostly without words. He has a fantastic album with cellist Yo-Yo Ma, which is how I first discovered him. He has such a spark in his eye.

And what a thing to discover, that we are all the same...that we can all sing. That song isn't hindered by any other differences.

I was talking with friends the other day, and we each said whether we'd rather be deaf or blind (y'know, if you absolutely HAD to be one yada yada), and I decided that it would have to be blind for me. I just could not bear to be so removed from communication and sound. I actually can't explain the reason...but its a strong feeling.

Not that either are desirable in any way. Man. Kudos to all the deaf and blind people out there, living their lives. That's real strength huh.

If you're feeling down and out.

Wow so this sums up like everything I am thinking right now. Couldn't have put it better myself to tell the truth. Sometimes it takes something pretty harsh to make you realise how ok stuff really is...including being not ok. People do crazy shit all the time, its ok!!

Acknowledging that and then moving right on is the most important thing.

Someone said something in passing the other day but it really stuck. She said, even when you don't know what you want to do, really the most important thing is to do something. I think thats totally true. Don't wallow!! Do something!! Talk!! Turn on your music really loud!! Put all your dumb uni work away and watch a crappy TV show!! It actually doesn't matter. Things happen, and they're gonna happen, and you can deal with it however you want really, AS LONG AS YOU DEAL WITH IT.

You are awesome. Think of one awesome thing about yourself and write it down and stick it on your wall. Sticking things on my wall always helps me feel better.

And then look at it and yell "FRICKEN' YEAH!" because that is why I named this blog that.

Booya. Have a lovely evening.

Oh Beirut! Oh France!

This is gorgeous. I reckon this is how music should be all the time, shared and intimate and joyful.

tralalala.

No blowing on my street puhlease

There is a lady on my street who has an obsessive-compulsive thing with leaf blowers. We call her Blower Lady.

I think it would be highly beneficial for everyone involved in the situation if the damned things were just banned. Then we would be able to sleep in past 8am on Sundays and she would have an extra three hours in every day where she can do her other, quieter obsessive compulsive tasks, like picking the weeds out of her rock wall.

kthxbye.