Turn the radio up for that sweet sound

I woke up this morning, feeling rather ordinary… bit of a chesty cough, the start of a headache and a slight fever.  I splashed some cold water on my face and looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “Meh, you’ll be right.”  Not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed or overflowing with squirrel-esque enthusiasm, but I’ll start worrying about it when I actually look like the age stated on my birth certificate or if I bear anything more than a passing resemblance to my passport photo – whichever comes first.  In the meantime, however, I think, “I can get through this!”

back to school exam week research cram

And by ‘this’, I mean the BIG day of Latin study I had ahead of me which at this point is simply not optional given the potentially horrendous end of semester exam I have to face tomorrow, which involves copious quantities of rote learned verb conjugations and noun declensions, not to mention things like interrogative pronouns, pronominal adjectives and demonstrative pronouns and adjectives, infinitives, imperatives, actives, deponents and all other no doubt important things I can’t remember! :S   So I tried to tidy myself up a bit. Put on a bright pink jumper (people tend not to notice ‘that’ look around your eyes when you’re in bright colours) some jeans and sneakers.  Packed up my school bag with all my Latin study notes, threw in my laptop, grabbed my keys and jumped in the car. Heading for Uni feeling only so-so, but trying sooo hard to pretend that I’m fine and just heading off to campus to study like any other poor sucker… err I mean student.  So far so good.

Then from out of nowhere, the radio gives me a swift spiritual kick to the head in the form of Eric Carmen’s “Make Me Lose Control”.  Now seriously?  Who would credit Eric Carmen with being able to do that?   Well, it came on the radio and without realizing it, I had done exactly what I was told and ‘turned that radio up’ as I zipped along in my little red Suzuki Swift down Macrossan Avenue and through McClelland Corner, which suddenly became a trip down memory lane of many other trips taken that way years ago in a little red Gemini!  All the while Eric and memories of that hair serenaded me along!

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin’ alive make me lose control – Baby

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever’s high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control – Baby, baby!

I was even vaguely amused and smiled to myself when it got to the bit where he’s belting out: ‘Jennifer’s singin’ “Stand By Me”, and she knows every single word by heart’ as it dawned on me that I had been singing along and knew all the words to this song by heart, even though I have not heard it for years!

And then the radio DJ came on with his forced levity which is oft accompanied by cringeworthy attempts at humour, and do you know what he says?  Well, I’ll tell you.  He says, in a typical smoothed out radio voice, “And that was Eric Carmen’s ‘Make Me Lose Control’ which hit the Number 3 spot on the US charts and hung around for about 13 weeks in the Top 40 waaay on back in 1988!”

slow balloon bouncing room noise sound effect

You ever get that feeling that someone has just pricked your balloon, and you’re going ‘Ptbtbtbtbtbt!’ while bouncing all around the room like an unwanted leftover from a kids birthday party???  Sigh… Well, all of a sudden, I felt old and more than a little bit tired, and all my efforts to get up and go; got up and went!  Thank you, 97.3FM.

Research essay on Mongols causes earworm!

I’ve had a request for a stupid song I got stuck in my head back in July 2010 when I was writing a research essay on the 13th Century travel writings of William of Reubruck when ventured into the Mongolian courts of the Great Khan. At the time I had only just recovered from Weebl’s Somalia song which haunted me at Festival that year and had moved onto the Narwhals song which had gotten stuck in my head really badly for night on a month. Well, at great inconvenience to the management, I have found the Mongols/Nahwhals song that I thought was lost in the great FB scorched earth event of Jan 2011. The lyrics go with this song… feel free to listen to it at your own risk! It is ridiculously annoying, incredibly contagious and ridiculously persistent. Depending on how you look at it, it’s one of the best/worst earworms ever!

.

Mongols! Mongols! Living in Karakorum
Causing a commotion Coz they are so awesome
Mongols! Mongols! Living in Karakorum

Lots of men and lots of might
They’ll burn your village in the night
Like the devil’s horde they swarm
Drunk on mare’s milk since they’re born
They’re on a bloody killing spree
Try hard to bargain to get free!

Mongols! They are Mongols!
Just don’t let them touch your balls
Mongols! They are Mongols!
Mongols! Inventors of the stupid yurt!

PS: Yale… I hunted through 51,333 comments on this video to find this stupid song!!!

research essay weebls narwhals song

Original lyrics:

Narwhals! Narwhals!
Swimming in the ocean
Causing a commotion
Because they are so awesome

Narwhals! Narwhals!
Swimming in the ocean
Pretty big and pretty white
They’d beat a polar bear in a fight

Like an underwater unicorn
They’ve got a kickass facial horn
They’re the Jedi of the sea
They stop Chthulu eating ye

Narwhals… they are narwhals!
Just don’t let them touch your balls
Narwhals they are narwhals
Inventors of the shish kebab!

Epic fail… here I come.

I had written something angsty about struggling with my current assignment  but someone who shall remain nameless closed my browser before I hit the publish butter and all was lost.  Never mind it was just a critical apprication of Homer’s The Odyssey in 500 words or less – I swear I’ve accidentally enrolled at the Reader’s Digest University or something.  The fastidious and fickle faculty favour the 500 words or less approach these days it seems.  The last ‘briefing note’ (not quite sure when  essays became ‘briefing notes’) I completed was to answer the question ‘What is World History?

Yeah that one was fun.  I should post it up here for shits and giggles and you can all pick it to bits.  Was totally flying blind on that one and had NO idea what they were wanting from us.  Received my graded ‘briefing note’ back on Wednesday and was rather surprised to be given a Distinction for it.  However, when I read back over it – I discovered that I don’t even remember writing one iota of it.  The content was familiar but the actual paper itself seemed unrecognizable to me.  So that was probably either because my subconscious had blocked out the entire horrific experience (due to the psychologically traumatic nature of the damn question) or because my medications and generally pain muddled brain is messing with me again… which I admit seems more likely.

But I digress… back to Homer and the damn 500 word limit.  How can you write about an epic saga in 500 words – let alone THE epic saga.  I reckon if you did a word tally of every sentence in the poem that mentioned ‘the rosy fingered dawn’ you’d get more than 500 words.  I’ve done a rough draft in dot points trying to be as concise as possible and I’m already 700 words on the page and it’s not even in proper sentences yet.  Shame the assessment criteria doesn’t say anything about how much you get penalized for applying generous artistic license to the ‘limit’.

Anyway, in amongst the gnashing of teeth this afternoon I found this link to this Odysseus Nostos – little stick man anime thing of The Odyssey for anyone whose not read it…  though in truth it’s probably more amusing if you have.
.

I’ve been too fucking busy… or vise versa ;)

Haven’t been putting much down of late… probably because I’m a bit overwhelmed with the complete cluster fuck that is going on around me at the moment…. house… uni… family… it’s all too much I tell you!  Something’s going to blow!

The house is in a general state of chaos and has been for over 12 weeks now.  This extension is going to be grand once it’s completed but at the moment all I can see is a big old mess.  As anyone who knows me will attest, this means that I’m basically having to force myself to not look and am working really hard at the whole not twitching thing… and this is quite difficult for someone who colour codes her sewing cottons, stores her movies alphabetically and her medicines by type, can’t go to bed at night unless her bed is made, hates seeing dirty dishes left in the sink or left over food covered in glad wrap in the fridge or wet towels on the bathroom floor or… or… or…  I could go on all day about the things that make me twitch.

Then of course I decided to go back to uni just for some distraction because I’m climbing the walls being home by myself all day with only back pain for company.  Concept was solid – but I am wondering whether dumping a study schedule onto myself was a wise thing to do given that most days I wake up feeling like I don’t have the energy to withstand the pain of getting out of bed. 

Being back at school is okay I can’t say honestly say that I’m enjoying the lectures – the seats are crap and being sedentary for longer than about 20 mins is NOT making my back very happy at all.  So I’ve been chewing down more analgesics than I was a few weeks ago and the only way I seem to be able to ignore the increase in pain is to madly type notes for the duration. At about 90wpm I’m just about getting the lectures down verbatim but when i go to get up I’ve nearly fallen over a few times and I can hardly walk.   🙁   Not so sure this is a sustainable plan… time will tell.

Other than all that – 
Dr Nick… here is picture of bike as promised – ZZR250 and it’s kinda pinky red which is so me. 
Sorry don’t have a photo of the Walden Miller custom leather jacket that actually fits  Borys’ heaving bossoms… yet

The blue ZZR600 in the back belongs to Yale… and there’s no bees on it yet but it’s just a matter of time I suppose  😉

Remember the days of the old school yard…

Yes, I’m still out here am still alive but I seem to be always busy… Busy.  Busy.  Busy.
Busy and tired… and pained…  Busy and tired and pained…

The ‘tired’ and the ‘pained’ bit are irrevocalbly intertwined I think – which basically means on that front that I have very little to say that isn’t a recontextualization of my regular litany of complaints relating to my physically phucked up traitorous body.  The ‘busy’ bit unfortunately reads like catalogue of dramas… most of which I’m happy to report are not mine but I am positively too exhausted to list here.

Other than that – I’m back at Uni… which is both refreshing and alarming.

‘Refreshing’
because I have somewhere to go for a change that isn’t to a quack and am filling my head with something other than pain and drug induced apathy/ennui and hopelessness. 

‘Alarming’ beacuse I realize just how self indulgent and delusional our young people are.  Yes I am that annoying mature student that eveyone loves to hate for contnuing to monopolize the tutors so that the sessions always go for the full hour (gotta get good bang for you buck you know).   But all the toddlers want to run off and play instead of milking their tutorials for useful information that might help them pass their exams.


See?  They’re obviously toddlers… some of them must be still potty training.

If I had a ratty hair style, was prepared to put on makeup everyday, dug up some old 80s yuk retro clothes and got me a Macbook and then waste breath complaining about the cost of drinks in the commons… then I’d fit right in.  Oh, but I’d have to unlearn about 75% of my vocabulary and replace all of it with the word ‘like’.  Which I don’t see happening in a hurry.

I’m doing three courses at the moment and hoping I can stick it through to the end.  Sitting in the lectures for too long has been giving me plenty of headaches to contend with unfortuanately so back to relying on the drugs more.

I’m studying English literature in a class entitled ‘Reading Fiction’ which is about reading books someone else chose, convincing yourself they were enjoyable and then ripping them into itty bitty unrecognizable bits of narrative, characterization and plot nonsense etc…  We’ve been doing Albert Camu’s – The Outsider which is fabulous.  I’m thinking of doing a psychological diagnosis on what the hell is wrong with the protagonist… I’m convinced he’s sociopathic.

I’m also doing the pretentiously labelled ‘Great Books A’ (am assuming there’s a ‘B’ out there somewhere for next year) where we’re studying various works of ‘fiction’ as pertaining to the theme of ‘The Journey’… so we’re looking at Homer’s The Odyssey (obviously), the Genesis as contained in the King James bible (hehehe… fiction!), Beowulf, Shakespeare’s The Tempest and the one I’m really not looking forward to – Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn (yeurk… doesn’t interest me at all).  This class is kinda fun, but it’a also like watching the toddlers trying to find the meaning of life in "Where’s the Green Sheep?"   These kids can google the living hell out of anything and can vomit out relative speils on everything… but try to engage them in further discourse and they’ve got nothing to back up what they managed to remember in the ten minutes they Wikkied the books for.

And last but not least I’ve adventurously signed up for ‘World History’… which is a bit like trying to absorb everything ever printed by the Oxford University Press that pertains to any and all historical endeavour in relation to human interactions and influence as they ertain to population congregation or division, ideology, politics, religion, scientific knowledge, customs, secualr law, architectural achievelments, traditions, trade, war, taxation, pestilence, empirical experience and Nasty Kings, Caliphs and Emperors 101 with an edgy sort of ‘Eddie Izzard speed archeology’ feel about it.   I already did my first assignment ‘briefing note’ on this one… was up until stupid o’clock last night trying to answer the question "What is World History?"…. in 500 words or less!  

Umm… could we be a little less specific please? I’m much more comfortable working with broader concepts.  Fuck.  I said to the tutor that I was really struggling to address the topic given how broad and encompassing it is… I told him if he wanted 2500 words on the use of religious iconograpghy in opus anglicanum embroidery of the 13th century then sure I can do that…. but only 500?  To attempt to sum up the entire history of the world?  Fuck off.   It’ll be interesting to see how I went with that   :S

So given that I was up until 0330 last night and was then rudely awoken (I’m told) by the Gyprock guys delivering crap at 0650… I should probably get off the PC and go to bed…. so g’night

Oh and I bought myself a motorbike today.