Saturday, September 25, 2010

I'm fascinated by the new ideas/new ways of framing old information/new perspectives on culture.. and beginning to feel that sense of cultural impoverishment where we are.

"Cultural activity becomes something that is produced, packaged, bought and sold, rather than something that is the property of the whole community and in which people are free to participate. Music, drama, art and sport are becoming activities that are done by the few for the consumption of the many, rather than being widely participatory. Instead of making music, we listen to the elite performers on our stereos or portable media players. Instead of playing sport we watch it on television. Instead of acting, we watch a movie..."

So true! Growing in appreciation..

@12.27am


Feeling so much better. It's been a fantastic few days.
The comfort of the presence of loved ones - Mer, Daryl, mummy, awesome close friends - and the shock of the semi-sleepstate realisation has effectively pulled me out of that dreary state of almost non-being.. Right now I'm simply seeking refuge in the knowledge of all this love, and taking a great break away from that hectic social life outside of my comfortable little home. Some kind of wonderful.

Loving the lazy-ish afternoon of doing my community work reading summaries, listening to awesome, newly-introduced songs, playing favourite songs on the piano and spending pockets of time with mummy. I'm slowly being brought back to the gratitude of being given so much to give away, of being made the way I am to bring healing through my personhood.

It's high time for me to come back home.. I'm glad.

@5.07pm
Monday, September 20, 2010

It's been a productive few days. Completed practically all the el work there is to complete, finished reading the lit text I needed to finish for the essay, and started on general biology today..

Glad I'm finishing work up so quickly, but it's leaving me with a gaping sense of.. having nothing else to do. A terrible feeling at this point in time. The piano and guitar are losing their appeal. There's nothing much online to do either. And I'm sick of reading up. How well today's badminton/studying/balderdash thing went leaves me with a desperate sense of a present need to surround myself with people to talk to in order to stop falling into the darkness of my own thoughts, or lack thereof.

@11.56pm