Parrots and Hipsterhood

In my opinion we should not try and describe everything with words. At university especially the scholars tend to ruin great works of literature and pieces of art by interpreting and analyzing them. On the other hand, we normal people often only recognize such great works only if they have been loaded with meaning and cultural significance.

So, yes, today’s shared item is by one of the great artists that we recognize as sch immediately, and no, I probably would not know this painting if it wasn’t as widely known. But it feeling something close to guilt about liking something that many others also like is one of those absurdities of modern day pop culture and although I know that it has affected my behaviour so much that it scares me (the other day I found myself justifying myself for liking a song that they have been playing on the radio frequently for the past year…), I will break with this today just for once and declare what my favourite painting is without having to explain myself or making excuses.

This is it (I love especially the cheeky cigarette): Frida Kahlo’s ‘Yo Y Mis Pericos’

What is your favourite painting or “guilty” pleasure?

B x

Smoking, Porn and Resolutions

It feels a bit odd, all this constant self-improvement. A bit like taking spontaneous New Year’s resolutions to the next level.

Anyway, one of the resolutions Rubin made in her book was to give up something. To be honest, I can’t actually remember what she gave up, it’s not really that memorable a book, but the general ideas tend to stick around.

So what could I give up. I love the idea of giving up things. Makes me feel grand, sacrificing, like a martyr. I tend to do it frequently. Sometimes I then revert these later because the fun of abstinence wears off quite quickly and I often lack the conviction to give them up for good. But I guess even giving something up for just a while is a good move. The worst thing that can come of it is that you take up the habit again, you’ll probably appreciate it more and/or will do it (whatever it may be) more decisively. And sometimes you don’t. Sometimes sacrificing something stops being a sacrifice. It becomes natural.

My current giving up concerns those little cylindrical white sticks we tend to call cigarettes. I truly love smoking; smoking itself, but I also love the communal sense it gives and I love pondering over life while standing outside in the cold. And I know I won’t give it up for good (yet), but I’d like to reduce frequency. I know we only ever thing of success as an all or nothing, but why not. Who cares. Improvement is improvement.

This might be a bit of an odd thing to share, and if you’re a bit prude, please stop reading now. A thing I’ve given up and not regretted is porn. I was not a frequent consumer, if that’s what you’d call it, but it was kind of there. When I was about thirteen porn was where I saw my first erect penis. I knew about the technicalities of blow jobs and double penetration before I had even kissed a boy. That is a thought that makes me shiver. I guess the age of the internet is everything but an age of innocence.

This is the video that inspired me to do so, and as the TED motto is “ideas worth sharing”, here it is:

If this post is a bit jointed, I apologise. I was simultaneously watching Love Actually (a Christmas ritual I plan to cultivate more) and writing this.

Success!

18th October 2014

So, few days later, here I am on my first visit home. The Tuesday outing was more or less successful, thanks to three gin tonics, two mojitos, two beer and endless cigarettes. Turns out my suspicions about the people I went with were outright right (mildly racist, mildly homophobic, and, surprise surprise, more than mildly sexist). But drinks were comparably cheap, the music was bad but not too bad and with a bit of courage it was easy to meet new people.

I have also found out that my internetlessness is caused by an external problem (the student halls are cut off from the main server or something…) and am pretty much settled in. It will take me yet another week until I will be able to start my lectures and seminars, but hey ho. Only slight obstacle is a nation-wide general strike of train drivers that will put a hold to any attempt of me getting back to uni on Sunday. But hey ho, right?

So, back home also means back online. I have however, so far put off taking this blog viral. The writing itself is the easy part. So far, whenever I found the courage to think “Hey, I’ll start a blog”, I only ever got to the part where you set up all the technical stuff. Suddenly you’re faced with so many options and you have to make so many choices. What do I know what the header should look like? I just want to write a bloody blog. And what about this ridiculous “about me” section? What am I supposed to write there? Infinitely annoying, but I will pull myself together and do it. Now. So that you can actually read this stuff. Makes sense.

P.S. I’m doing my best, people. But again: What do I want my blog title to be?

As you might have noticed: here we are! I made it. So proud of myself. Make sure you read the previous posts so that all of this makes sense. Also, a precautionary “Soz” for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

B x