Ribs.

Levitation.

This girl is very fun, check her out.

Photographs by Yowayowa.

For real.

Life is really hard.

Photograph by Yowayowa.

fact of the matter. Part twelve.

In the 1950's the US Weather Bureau came up with a numbering system to classify clouds. At first there were only nine types of clouds, nine being the biggest, fluffiest cloud, the cumulonimbus. Hence the phrase "sitting on cloud nine". However they then discovered another type of cloud, moving the cumulonimbus cloud to number ten. Don't fret kids, it just means bliss is sitting on ten.

Love is alright.

Weddings are nice and Jackie Kennedy had a very nice dress. End.

Ain't nothing like the real thing.

"Ain't nothing like the real thing baby, ain't nothing like the real thing", "So glad we got the real thing baby, so glad we got the real thing"

Life just isn't the same without my favourite easy-listening radio station. I've searched and searched for a station so good now that I've moved, but Marvin Gaye had it right, there ain't nothing like the real thing. Today I managed to find a stream from America which is pretty damn fine but its pretty crackly, but I'll listen anyway just to feel that calming sooth that easy-listening gives. So in short, appreciate the sounds you find because you never know how rare they are.

In memoriam

Twelve months have passed since the first day of spring. Here we are again, as we will be next year and the years to follow and all the years behind us. Spring is the happiest time of all. Sadly here in the land of Australasia Spring isn't in June, So if they say "when you marry in June, you're a bride all your life", how does that pan out if June is in Autumn? What a puzzle. Happy Spring time. Eat donuts, don't get your hair caught in carnival rides and skateboard your little hearts out.

Monday wisdom.

Carcinogens.

"You can't let your dog crap on the sidewalk, but it's perfectly acceptable to blow carcinogens down other peoples throats. Somewhere along the way, smokers exempted themselves from the social contract."

- from "This Is Where I Leave You" by Jonathan Tropper.

I have had a marvellous time reading this book. Now that its over I feel a little lost but I'm excited for whatever I read next.

Untitled.

My one week of school holidays for the year are over. They came and they went, but that's okay. I spent the week filing, eating and chillin' with my Mam.

On Wednesday Mammy and I took a day trip together. We had many a splendid time and on the way home she demanded that I take a picture of the trees as we drove out of town. I tried but did not entirely succeed. I ended up with a series of photos that if I was more eccentric I would probably exhibit in an "I can't hold a camera still" exhibition, with each photograph titled "Untled Blur. No. 1", "Untitled Blur. No. 2" etc. So here they are.

Journal. vol. 1

As part of my course we have to make a journal of our inspirations for our final film. This is the beginning.

Pegesus: Allows the hero to ride him to defeat the monster. His rider however, falls off his back trying to reach Mount Olympus. (via Wiki)

Fruit loops sister wa.

In a nut shell.

Lets go from the top. My weekend kicked off with me getting my telephone back from the fix it shop, which it probably never did, it probably just sat in the shop and then they handed it back to me and said it was fixed. So with the excitement of receiving modern technology back I took to taking photographs. After getting a coffee with Be we set out on the road to Lella's school open day where we watched the fashion student's garments on the runway. Here me met up with Zee, Mammy and Pappy. In great family tradition we then went to yum-cha. It was divine as per usual. When the gathering came to an end, we all kissed goodbye in the car park. I wished that we could have stayed but life has to keep rolling. So as the day came to a close we steamed some dumplings and buns that we had bought from the grocer and sat down to watch a movie. End day.

So naturally after Saturday comes Sunday. I got to spend the day with Be, so we went grocery shopping and passed the day with knitting and reading. It was very nice and I even went for an afternoon walk. Something I rarely do, but I felt the cabin fever creeping in. I thought I might learn something about my surrounding area on my walk. But all I realised is that it is as boring as I thought and that the police cars park in car spots that match the number on the car. What a supreese! So that was that.

She can handle birds.

I hate birds.

Intermission.

Today I went to the theatre alone for the first time. When I got to the cinema there was a line of elderly people waiting to buy tickets. I was the only person so it seemed that was under sixty. There are three possible reasons for this:

1. it was ten o'clock on a Monday morning.

2. they were screening Cleopatra, 1963.

and 3. Seniors get ridiculous discounts.

So the movie was brilliant and it wasn't as lonesome as I thought.

It is said that although Cleopatra is regarded as one of the most beautiful women in history she actually looked like a man. Elizabeth Taylor however lives up the the prior legend, as the most beautiful woman on earth. Stunning.

image via letterstodeadpeople.tumblr.

Forget about it.

Forrgetaboutitt.

My eyes hurt its so beautiful.

Here is a documentary series by Fred & Nick for Mumford & Sons. Its probably the best documentary I've seen since the documentary on sliced bread. I love the part in India where they swap clothes.

1. Mumford & Sons.

2. My Father's band circa 1975.

When I found the first photo it reminded me of my stylin' father, centre in the caramel flares, nice.

Floating.

I'm terrified of drowning but I love lying in the bath. Sometimes I feel like I could almost go to sleep. I love the way the water makes all the sounds dull except for my heartbeat and my breathing. It almost feels like the rest of the world doesn't exist for those few minutes and everything seems to disappear. It's so calm and quiet. I wish life was like a bath.

via weheartit.

Vinyl dreaming.

"I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on"

-The One That Got Away, Katy Perry.

Obstacles of being. Part Five.

What a useless waste of time and resources hair is. I wish I could cut straight, I would cut it off myself. But no, I have to go to a place and sit in a chair and be asked questions that I don't want to answer and have a comb to the eye and then charged for it. I hate hair. End rant.

Image via perfectionturnsmeon.

My house.

This shower should be illegal its so good.

Freshly baked bread.

Slides projected on the walls.

Jenni's rocky road.

Jenni's hugs.

Chopping the hedges.

Driving practice.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Girls at the park saying to Zee: "you're sister looks funny with that bun on top of her head".

Kisses from Mishka.

Poem suggestions from dream boys.

The first easter hunt I have ever had.

The softest bed.

This is nice.

Human voices.

Listen and learn. I love T.S. Eliot.

Here.

I wish I could speak dolphin.

Probably my new favourite show. Except of course for the episodes where they speak "cave-man".

I've lost my mojo, like Hall & Oats lost that lovin' feeling. There just isn't anything worthwhile speaking about anymore. No Spring flowers, or people riding past on push-bikes. Just the wish of Melvin and life becoming something I look forward to.

Life the world and everything.

A vision a day:

Monday: A loaf of bread breathing. Rain pouring down over the city with the lights of the buildings gleaming through the sheets of water.

Tuesday: My freshly baked cookies, piled up to cool.

Wednesday: Nothing to remark.

Thursday: Purple water in the fountain of the "serenity park". Weird.

Friday: To be advised.

Underwater, Bruce Mozert

beat.

I absolutely love Adele's film clip 'Rolling in the Deep'. Every shot is so planned out and beautifully designed.

Pockets.

I wish I was at home chilling out with Mammy and such.

Image via Piccsy.

Square pie.

Tonight I made my first lemon meringue pie. Things kept going wrong but in the end I pulled a swell looking pie out of the oven. It tasted pretty good too. Go and bake a pie, apparently the world is an oyster.

Image via piccsy.

Feel it all.

I don't know how the world works. Today at school a documentary film-maker was interviewed. After watching a beautiful film the interviewer posed the question to the audience, "do you agree that our society isn't prepared for death?". All day prior to this I was feeling quite unwell and struggling to understand why lives can end so suddenly and without warning. So my first response was yes. But after thinking about the real question I decided that my answer was actually no. What we aren't prepared for is grief.

Nicholas Lawn for Test Mag

Sally no-friends.

My favourite thought of late is that of trying to imagine that nothing had ever existed. It troubles me because I want to think about the world being a complete nothing, but I can't. My brain stops at that very moment. No one has ever known nothing, so no one can possibly imagine it.

I feel like I used to be a little bit fun, but I lost it.

Image via weheartit.

Mama makes a mean pudding.

I love pudding. Today I borrowed a 385 page book of pudding recipes. I just finished reading it and currently have about one third of the recipes picked out to make. As Lella says, We'll be eating pudding for a long time. What a joy!

Zee posted these photos of Mamy and her childhood dog Anna, she's the coolest and she makes mean puddings.

Buoyancy.

The simple function of inhaling and exhaling is magnified in water, the inflation of the lungs causes you to rise to the surface ever so slightly. Which got me thinking about how people sink, so I guess the really amazing thing in this situation is oxygen.

I'm not going to say that the world is a strange place because that has been said many times before, which makes it a lot less strange.

Which gets me thinking, if something is said to be strange too many times it loses its strangeness entirely. Words have such power in distorting ideas. I'm a little bit lost.

Image via weheartit.

The fact of the matter is. Part eleven

I searched desperately for a fact about basketball to go with this photo, but the fact is there isn't anything interesting about it, or I am yet to know.

Voguegirl Korea.

Melvin state of mind.

Today when Lella and I got off the train and walked home in the hot hot sun we saw a sausage dog standing outside a bread shop. Before either of us realised Lella was saying "owwwwww" and I was shouting "helloooooo".

If there is one thing that I know that I want it is Melvin Franfurt Snr. Though we havn't met yet, and we may not for many years, I know we'll be in love. We'll wear matching crovats while we skate along board walks. We'll meet Lella and her chubby dog, Badgely, for coffee. Badge and Melvs will play for hours while Lella and I do the things we do. Melvin and I shall drive along in our Volvo station wagon, listening to sweet tunes and feeling the wind in our hair. What a life Melvin, I can't wait to share it with you.

Images via weheartit and Old Parked Cars.

The horses in the sky

I'm going up to the horses in the sky thats where I'm gonna' go when I die, I'm going up to the horses in the sky, do do do.

Yesterday on the way home from work Zee and I had the pleasure of seeing a wonderful cloud formation. Yes, a horse. In slow traffic I looked up and there it was, the prettiest cloud I have ever seen. So here you are my pretties, I tried to capture the moment as best I could.