Language is always in a state of change, it evolves depending on the dominant forms of communication. To fight this, to constantly correct peoples grammar, spelling or styles of speech is just an attempt to reaffirm a social hierarchy on the grounds of class, education, culture and exposure to media sources. This censorship limits the exploration of new concepts as all curtailment of speech does and sets up a policing of form where an effort to understand what is trying to be conveyed could have been. To dismiss what someone is saying on the basis of how it is said does not invalidate their opinion, it leaves you in a smug bubble of your own ignorance.
On a related note every person I've ever met named Dean has been a pretentious arsehole, don't give your child a name that alludes to guardianship of knowledge so strongly, it sets them up for a lifetime of snide pettiness.
Tuesday 11 September 2012
Sunday 9 September 2012
Being bored
Stuck
My dad once said that I "always needed to be rescued" so maybe this is true, maybe I create situations where i'm in a vulnerable or perilous position to try and manipulate other people into fixing things for me, which validates me and makes me feel needed and cared for while at the same time creating a sense of forward motion in my life with very little effort on my behalf. On the other hand maybe my dad was just being a dick. I don't know. Possibly both. Well, see, there it is, if things aren't going the way i want it isn't the result of poor decisions on my behalf, it's because someone else failed me, because of course I'm too broken to be responsible for my own actions. Then I can demonize someone else and be the poor wounded little heroine, but to interpret my actions this way plays into the cycle. So I'm stuck. Help.
Smiling.
I love today, it's sad and warm. I fought with my sister and listened to SunSay & John Forte who I hadn't heard before. I feel faith in myself and I feel flawed. I smiled and then I felt more like smiling.
Wednesday 5 September 2012
Doggy Dog Dog
I hate these hoards of ideals formed so predictably from trends and concepts that have been around long enough that any positive impact they once made on society is done and absorbed so that now a bland foamy light brown sludge of intense fervor is frothed out of the mouths of unbelievably naive people whose eyes have a steely glint of righteous conviction so overwhelming I want to lay down and die because there is no way that i can see of arguing with a well meaning idiot.
Also I want a dog because a) I will feel safe with a dog b) it will force me to be out and about twice a day c) it will be my friend d) it is a good aspect of home security. The only negatives i can think of is it might dig up my newly planted flower bed and that i might be a negative influence on a dog, the financial and physical responsibilities might be too much for me, but that's not my view that's what other people have said. I think I would be good for a dog.
I cried at footage of a live show of Mumford and Sons today, the one where the audience is singing and there was and advertisement that said "Are you human" and for a second i felt great and connected because yes I was human, being a useless crier and all but then something snapped and changed and I wasn't sure anymore and I felt dead and even more useless, like I'd never make anything or feel anything real. because nothing exists very much and I'm the least convincing of all creations.
But I might just feel that way because I haven't washed dishes or clothes or self for too long and now I'm sort of trapped in the house by an awareness of my own filth. If I had a dog to come to the laundromat with me and whose need to be walked made being presentable enough to leave the house a priority then I think that would work out. It would be like having a braving heart dog. Get it?
I saw a beautiful husky cross on the pound website, I think I could take really good care of her, I felt a simpatico with her, even before I saw her bio which said she had some behavioral problems. Ok enough for now. The new house has a big backyard by the way. so a husky would have enough room to run around.
Also I want a dog because a) I will feel safe with a dog b) it will force me to be out and about twice a day c) it will be my friend d) it is a good aspect of home security. The only negatives i can think of is it might dig up my newly planted flower bed and that i might be a negative influence on a dog, the financial and physical responsibilities might be too much for me, but that's not my view that's what other people have said. I think I would be good for a dog.
I cried at footage of a live show of Mumford and Sons today, the one where the audience is singing and there was and advertisement that said "Are you human" and for a second i felt great and connected because yes I was human, being a useless crier and all but then something snapped and changed and I wasn't sure anymore and I felt dead and even more useless, like I'd never make anything or feel anything real. because nothing exists very much and I'm the least convincing of all creations.
But I might just feel that way because I haven't washed dishes or clothes or self for too long and now I'm sort of trapped in the house by an awareness of my own filth. If I had a dog to come to the laundromat with me and whose need to be walked made being presentable enough to leave the house a priority then I think that would work out. It would be like having a braving heart dog. Get it?
I saw a beautiful husky cross on the pound website, I think I could take really good care of her, I felt a simpatico with her, even before I saw her bio which said she had some behavioral problems. Ok enough for now. The new house has a big backyard by the way. so a husky would have enough room to run around.
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