31 March 2005
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29 March 2005
Today
Today I ...
Woke up to my boyfriend's alarm (not that he is realy my boyfriend, but for the sake of simplicity, he falls into this category) so that we could have breakfast at a funky cafe called Pandemonium. We sat down in missmatched furniture deemed "retro". This term is a fascade to the reality that these chairs most probably came from the clean-out-your-trash piles that accumulate on Brisbane footpaths about once a year. The 20-minute omlete was delicious, but I am a little suspicious of the mushy tomato that tasted like the mush was an intrinsic part of it's state of decay, rather than the tenderness of it's cooking.
After breakfast I returned "Existenz" to the video shop and headed out to Nana's house to take her clothes shopping. Nana's dilema is that she is a spritely size 10 and all of the old lady clothes are made for fattys. Conversely, all the size 10 clothes are for little scrumpets who just wanna party. I convinced Nana that the op shops would be the way to go. After taking her all over Stone's Corner, in both old and new shops, we returned home empty handed. That is, except for one small surfer chick bag with the label "Bad Girl". Nana needed a small bag for when she did her daily hour long walk, and this brightly floral printed number seemed to be appropriate at the smart price of $1. I assured her that "Bad Girl" didn't really mean that you were a slut and that all the boys would not be chasing after her. She decided to texter out the label anyway.
After grabbing some things out of Nana storage, like my stereo, dvd player, vacuum cleaner, box full of my clay sculptures (aliens, DJs, amorphous blobs etc), roller blades, Soul II Soul tracksuit, and a box full of cleaning products, I headed home. My seering headache was quashed by the time the 2 Panadienes kicked in at about 3pm. I picked up my mail from the post box while illegally parked in Adelaide St. I dropped off my library book at QUT. I unpacked the car and then proceded to vacuum my space, set up my stereo, unpack and arrange my artwork, and put all the boxes away under the house.
Then I finally set to work on some homework consisting of reading about "Power dressing" for our group assignment on tattoos. Even though the selected topic is tattoos, I have gone off on my own tangent and have decided to report on "covering up tattoos". I hope our group will accept this, else I have read a whole book for nothing.
It is my turn to cook tonight, and my headache has come back with avengence. Whilst trying to relax on my bed and read about the Star Trek fashions, I come to the conclusion that - I need rest. Real rest. Not trying to read and rest before dinner prep. Alas my brain only throbs harder. I pop another 2 panadienes and jump in the shower.
Again the power of this drug amazes me and I am off straight to the kitchen to chop onion and garlic (both powerful headache triggers for me). After dinner I head back down to the newly converted Funky Lounge that is where this week's engagement party chill space will be. I have to prepare another set of music, for I am going to DJ for the early part of the evening. I realise this will take a-whole-nother day to organize and push it to the back of my mind. I try to return to the tattoo topic but ... I am compelled to let the world know how blood tiresome my life is. This is a typical day for me. Constantly busy doing stuff and never having time to just kick back and ... say... watch TV.
No mater. It's back to the powerdressing genderbending 80's for me now for the next couple of hours. I have 800 words to write in the next 40 hours. If only they could just drop out of my mouth like this day has dropped out of my mind here now.
Woke up to my boyfriend's alarm (not that he is realy my boyfriend, but for the sake of simplicity, he falls into this category) so that we could have breakfast at a funky cafe called Pandemonium. We sat down in missmatched furniture deemed "retro". This term is a fascade to the reality that these chairs most probably came from the clean-out-your-trash piles that accumulate on Brisbane footpaths about once a year. The 20-minute omlete was delicious, but I am a little suspicious of the mushy tomato that tasted like the mush was an intrinsic part of it's state of decay, rather than the tenderness of it's cooking.
After breakfast I returned "Existenz" to the video shop and headed out to Nana's house to take her clothes shopping. Nana's dilema is that she is a spritely size 10 and all of the old lady clothes are made for fattys. Conversely, all the size 10 clothes are for little scrumpets who just wanna party. I convinced Nana that the op shops would be the way to go. After taking her all over Stone's Corner, in both old and new shops, we returned home empty handed. That is, except for one small surfer chick bag with the label "Bad Girl". Nana needed a small bag for when she did her daily hour long walk, and this brightly floral printed number seemed to be appropriate at the smart price of $1. I assured her that "Bad Girl" didn't really mean that you were a slut and that all the boys would not be chasing after her. She decided to texter out the label anyway.
After grabbing some things out of Nana storage, like my stereo, dvd player, vacuum cleaner, box full of my clay sculptures (aliens, DJs, amorphous blobs etc), roller blades, Soul II Soul tracksuit, and a box full of cleaning products, I headed home. My seering headache was quashed by the time the 2 Panadienes kicked in at about 3pm. I picked up my mail from the post box while illegally parked in Adelaide St. I dropped off my library book at QUT. I unpacked the car and then proceded to vacuum my space, set up my stereo, unpack and arrange my artwork, and put all the boxes away under the house.
Then I finally set to work on some homework consisting of reading about "Power dressing" for our group assignment on tattoos. Even though the selected topic is tattoos, I have gone off on my own tangent and have decided to report on "covering up tattoos". I hope our group will accept this, else I have read a whole book for nothing.
It is my turn to cook tonight, and my headache has come back with avengence. Whilst trying to relax on my bed and read about the Star Trek fashions, I come to the conclusion that - I need rest. Real rest. Not trying to read and rest before dinner prep. Alas my brain only throbs harder. I pop another 2 panadienes and jump in the shower.
Again the power of this drug amazes me and I am off straight to the kitchen to chop onion and garlic (both powerful headache triggers for me). After dinner I head back down to the newly converted Funky Lounge that is where this week's engagement party chill space will be. I have to prepare another set of music, for I am going to DJ for the early part of the evening. I realise this will take a-whole-nother day to organize and push it to the back of my mind. I try to return to the tattoo topic but ... I am compelled to let the world know how blood tiresome my life is. This is a typical day for me. Constantly busy doing stuff and never having time to just kick back and ... say... watch TV.
No mater. It's back to the powerdressing genderbending 80's for me now for the next couple of hours. I have 800 words to write in the next 40 hours. If only they could just drop out of my mouth like this day has dropped out of my mind here now.
27 March 2005
Response to joining an emailing list
Response to emailing list
Yahoo Groups seemed like the easiest place for me to join an emailing list. By joining a community who shared the same interest of fine art, I thought I would be inspired to participate in discussions and share artwork via links or actual picture postings.
Alas the title “visual art” seems to be a misnomer because the sub-group under this heading called “Gr8Passion,” does not share much artwork at all. It seems this is more a site for sharing religious prayers (in languages other than English – namely Arabic and possibly Pakistani), and affirmations of friendship. These declarations of friendship were a little uplifting at first but the more junk that filled my mailbox, the less sincere I felt about these strangers telling me how valuable my friendship was to them. I was even offended by their Muslim postings telling me that because I am a woman that I had no rights to wear make up around in public and that I am not permitted to meet with men who I am not “allowed” to mix with:
>25. Woman who wears thin garment (see-through garment) or who arouses passion in men, or meet men they are not allowed to mix or move about openly while heavily made up or who live without pardah, will never enter jannat. In fact they will not even smell the
fragrance of jannat.
To this I sent a reply email both to the author and also a posting to the group:
Dear Salman Ali
I have the right to move about as freely as I like - whether heavily made up or not. I can see any man I chose to because we are all human beings and I am not going to sit at home because you tell me too. I think by posting this archaic text you are demonstrating how discriminating you are. You treat women as if they are animals that will only respond after the man has given orders.
Do you not understand that the rest of the world has come to accept EQUALITY for all human beings. Why do you send out these messages of repression and condemnation????
You really need to get with the program!
Kim
It is no real surprise that in this heavily moderated, male dominated site, that my posting never got published.
I have experimented with this emailing list and find that it is too time consuming to filter all the junk from the quality. Perhaps another site would prove more rewarding, but for the time being, I will stick to the community forums where freedom of speech holds true.
Yahoo Groups seemed like the easiest place for me to join an emailing list. By joining a community who shared the same interest of fine art, I thought I would be inspired to participate in discussions and share artwork via links or actual picture postings.
Alas the title “visual art” seems to be a misnomer because the sub-group under this heading called “Gr8Passion,” does not share much artwork at all. It seems this is more a site for sharing religious prayers (in languages other than English – namely Arabic and possibly Pakistani), and affirmations of friendship. These declarations of friendship were a little uplifting at first but the more junk that filled my mailbox, the less sincere I felt about these strangers telling me how valuable my friendship was to them. I was even offended by their Muslim postings telling me that because I am a woman that I had no rights to wear make up around in public and that I am not permitted to meet with men who I am not “allowed” to mix with:
>25. Woman who wears thin garment (see-through garment) or who arouses passion in men, or meet men they are not allowed to mix or move about openly while heavily made up or who live without pardah, will never enter jannat. In fact they will not even smell the
fragrance of jannat.
To this I sent a reply email both to the author and also a posting to the group:
Dear Salman Ali
I have the right to move about as freely as I like - whether heavily made up or not. I can see any man I chose to because we are all human beings and I am not going to sit at home because you tell me too. I think by posting this archaic text you are demonstrating how discriminating you are. You treat women as if they are animals that will only respond after the man has given orders.
Do you not understand that the rest of the world has come to accept EQUALITY for all human beings. Why do you send out these messages of repression and condemnation????
You really need to get with the program!
Kim
It is no real surprise that in this heavily moderated, male dominated site, that my posting never got published.
I have experimented with this emailing list and find that it is too time consuming to filter all the junk from the quality. Perhaps another site would prove more rewarding, but for the time being, I will stick to the community forums where freedom of speech holds true.
22 March 2005
Community Analysis
Although I live in The Gap, and this is my immediate local community, I don't feel any alliegance to this group. It's a nice place to live with many trees and bushwalks into the reserved bushlands. The local skate bowl is regularly updated with new graffiti pieces, which I take photos of from time to time. Yet I don't know any-one else who lives at The Gap apart from my housemates and I feel no real bond to the strangers that I might pass in the shops.
So if I then chose to bond with people that share similar interests to me, I ought to join a community group to participate in. The problem is that I am too self infactuated with my own business - my own artwork - my own DJing. I feel no real need to reach out and touch others. Perhaps this is a lie because I have been a member of RSVP.com.au (dating site) for about 6 years and do tend to check out any potential admirers who might send me a kiss. This ego stroking excercise does grow tiresome when I repeatedly discover that most lonely hearts are very boring - or at least they present so in text. And if your ID photo is not taken under optimal lighting condidtions then forget it. This meat market is not really a community to me either.
I did use the flatmates.com site for a month or so when I was seeking a new home. But again this is a transient connection that holds no appeal when I am happily sheltered in a house of friends.
www.soulseek.com is a great site that I frequent regularly. It's main aim is to fileshare - mostly music. It does have chatrooms that get used, and you can message directly to the person you are downloading off. This is great when you are trying to share their programs and you need some technical info on why it might be nonfunctional. I like this simple little community with its purposeful intent. But then ... there are more comprehensive sites like www.inthemix.com.au that cater for wider user input and information exchange.
Joining ITM gave me a sense of membership and allowed me access into parts that I could not get to as a mere viewer. My competitive nature drove me to want to get my name up in the highest scores of the games section. After membership I was allowed in, and began my assault on the scoreboard. Also by joining up I could put in a photo and a comment and have a say in the forums. As a new contender, I have not contributed in the forums yet, but I will have something to say once I smash that "Lubes" of number one possition in Alien Clones!!!!!!!!!
So if I then chose to bond with people that share similar interests to me, I ought to join a community group to participate in. The problem is that I am too self infactuated with my own business - my own artwork - my own DJing. I feel no real need to reach out and touch others. Perhaps this is a lie because I have been a member of RSVP.com.au (dating site) for about 6 years and do tend to check out any potential admirers who might send me a kiss. This ego stroking excercise does grow tiresome when I repeatedly discover that most lonely hearts are very boring - or at least they present so in text. And if your ID photo is not taken under optimal lighting condidtions then forget it. This meat market is not really a community to me either.
I did use the flatmates.com site for a month or so when I was seeking a new home. But again this is a transient connection that holds no appeal when I am happily sheltered in a house of friends.
www.soulseek.com is a great site that I frequent regularly. It's main aim is to fileshare - mostly music. It does have chatrooms that get used, and you can message directly to the person you are downloading off. This is great when you are trying to share their programs and you need some technical info on why it might be nonfunctional. I like this simple little community with its purposeful intent. But then ... there are more comprehensive sites like www.inthemix.com.au that cater for wider user input and information exchange.
Joining ITM gave me a sense of membership and allowed me access into parts that I could not get to as a mere viewer. My competitive nature drove me to want to get my name up in the highest scores of the games section. After membership I was allowed in, and began my assault on the scoreboard. Also by joining up I could put in a photo and a comment and have a say in the forums. As a new contender, I have not contributed in the forums yet, but I will have something to say once I smash that "Lubes" of number one possition in Alien Clones!!!!!!!!!
Sharing is Caring
Sharing is caring and networking is sharing on a large scale. What better way to distribute information than via a web of channels. It makes sense then that in order to keep the web functioning in its optimal capacity we must keep up on the maintenance. Rather than one spider commanding where the sticky bits must link, we have a situation where all the spiders who live here have an oportunity to participate in the web. Most of us will use the web rather than build the web, yet statistics show that more and more people are adding their contributions to the web via forums, uploading pictures, creating websites and weblogs. For programers who use open source code, this is a great environment to create and share programs that improve the funtioning of the web.
Imagine such a world where is was pure credibility and integrity that motivated people to do their best. In the scientific community of the last century, this peer recognition was enough to make great scientists proud, and to share their discoveries through publication. The web has aspects of this mentality where sharing programming code sees benefits to many, with no financial exchange towards the creator.
Can such a community exist like this entirely? If creative people are donating their time for the passion of their cause then it seems that this utopian existance could be a possibility. It is such a pity that business is so ruthless when it comes to patenting information and claiming technological discoveries as their own. This unwillingness to share new discoveries openly and to allow others to modify or improve them makes me wonder where this selfish attitude will take humanity. If we truely are all of the same human race and funtioning as a global organism, then surely we must learn to get over this Modernist ideal of individual glory and instead work openly in bringing the entire planet up to new levels of communication and growth.
Imagine such a world where is was pure credibility and integrity that motivated people to do their best. In the scientific community of the last century, this peer recognition was enough to make great scientists proud, and to share their discoveries through publication. The web has aspects of this mentality where sharing programming code sees benefits to many, with no financial exchange towards the creator.
Can such a community exist like this entirely? If creative people are donating their time for the passion of their cause then it seems that this utopian existance could be a possibility. It is such a pity that business is so ruthless when it comes to patenting information and claiming technological discoveries as their own. This unwillingness to share new discoveries openly and to allow others to modify or improve them makes me wonder where this selfish attitude will take humanity. If we truely are all of the same human race and funtioning as a global organism, then surely we must learn to get over this Modernist ideal of individual glory and instead work openly in bringing the entire planet up to new levels of communication and growth.
16 March 2005
Review 'o Somblogs
Here is my first entry from home. It's absolutely chuffy to be able to contribute to the whole blog episode from the comfort of familiar surrounds. Now down to the nitty gritty...
My response to last weeks lecture would be that this is a great introduction to a new world of self expression. I have done a website before but, it is true, the traffic to my site is nonexistant. Now if perhaps I can link up this weblog to my website (!!!) I will be able to share my art gallery to the world. Funnnntastico!
I have reviewed some of the other weblogs like;
suicidegirls.com - a soft porn gothic teenage expose
phdblog.net - where you can test you Geek rating (I scored 50%)
treehugger.com - with many green ecofriendly issues
I noticed treehugger.com didn't have any other links so I am not sure what this means in terms of currency. I think it still counts as a blog. Still, it captivated my attention for a while. I also noticed that my interest in these sites wained if they were not local or at least in Australia. I would like to link my weblog up to Australian sites too - maybe a subheading.
My response to last weeks lecture would be that this is a great introduction to a new world of self expression. I have done a website before but, it is true, the traffic to my site is nonexistant. Now if perhaps I can link up this weblog to my website (!!!) I will be able to share my art gallery to the world. Funnnntastico!
I have reviewed some of the other weblogs like;
suicidegirls.com - a soft porn gothic teenage expose
phdblog.net - where you can test you Geek rating (I scored 50%)
treehugger.com - with many green ecofriendly issues
I noticed treehugger.com didn't have any other links so I am not sure what this means in terms of currency. I think it still counts as a blog. Still, it captivated my attention for a while. I also noticed that my interest in these sites wained if they were not local or at least in Australia. I would like to link my weblog up to Australian sites too - maybe a subheading.
09 March 2005
My First Post
Hello and welcome to the trial. Enjoy your trip.See you on the other side. A hyperlink to boing boing.
Links are the currency of the bloggosphere.
