11°C

This holiday(and every single day of my life) I am thankful for both my blood and adopted families, who give me the strength and motivation to go on. I couldn't imagine a life without you all, and I am so happy for the home we've built together in London. Good times keep coming xoxo

XMAS 2011

                  

XMAS 2011

Buy me a Himalayan cat and I will love you for ever, for reals.

Unicorn Power

Been dying for some good weather the last couple of weeks so today is an absolute godsend. The sky is a proper shade of blue, the temperature is somewhere above 10° Celsius... and I'm about to eat some tasty steak sandwiches for lunch!! (At Lantana which is literally opposite my flat. We're lazy people.)

Also these mock over the knee sock-ings are amazing because I never have to worry about slipping socks again. For a mere 8 pounds it saves me a lot of mental energy, which I can now channel into my essay and other awesome stuff. Rock on

Sex and Death

 

Storm Queen - It Goes On (Vox) by PhilippoM

Are you an obsession

Or are you just my life

Answer me this question

Will I feel this way forever

Joy 2 The World

Pic via Sarah + Rough Trade Record's holiday photobooth!!

Boozing and cruising through the holiday season like never before!!

Self-Knowledge

 

Pinback- Good to Sea by MissLadyfinger

xoxo

1. Free will is AN ILLUSION A METAPHYSICAL IMPOSSIBILITY!! If you really had free will you'd be able to go back and forth in time, live parallel lives, erase mistakes and basically do whatever the fuck you want. Unfortunately humans are subject to their natures and circumstances. Of course we are able to make some choices out of that but we are desperately limited in both our capacities and the possibilities the world is willing to offer to us. We don't really have a choice except to make do. There is of course, paradoxically, some empowerment to be found in a clearer understanding of our helplessness.

2. Beliefs are not equatable to knowledge!! Yes, we can only know what we believe. However, you're free to believe what you might not know i.e. what you cannot find justification for. The phenomenology of belief is separate from that which makes knowledge (some kind of epistemic justification like reasoning, inference or observation). Maybe that'll give you some basis for belief, but is it necessary or sufficient? NO. Where exactly do we find the basis for belief? Epistemic and psychological immediacy. No time to explain that now but I think what this means is this: the only way to change your mind isn't to talk yourself out of your beliefs, but to game your brain out of it!

God, I'm restless. After I hand in my essay on Monday I am going to drink myself to death.

The Uncanny

Sorry to disappoint but I have not actually died, just spending a helluva fun time with my favourite German buddies, Siggy Freud and Hans Bellmer who are officially freaking me out. Just a peek at what I'm writing about and because I think I need to share my pain with the world:

Hans Bellmer, Le Jeux de Poupée, 1949

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh why oh why I love this class but I hate myself now

Smoke and Mirrors

2 weeks to Christmas Break!!!!

Excited about:
1. Snow - even just a powder layer would make me happy
2. All the homies in the UK/EU centralizing in London
3. Christmas dinner
4. My London to-eat list
5. Bro-time in Spain
6. Daytime drinking
7. Finally seeing Gerhard Richter at the Tate Modern

21 Incredible Years

Best day ever:

0. Fabric & good times

1. Waking up to a ceiling of balloons

2. Burgers for lunch

3. Steaks for dinner!!! (Hawksmoor's mind-blowing Chateaubriand)

4. Stupidly good times with buddies
5. Cake!!!

Mad love for my awesome friends they are the best people in the world, they keep me going and they fill my heart with so much LOVE. I must always remember how stupidly lucky I am and be grateful for the wonderful life I have known.

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

- Percy B. Shelley

I love this poem so much.

Being unwell has forced new awareness of my self-determination - getting out of bed in time for class feels like a small miracle considering what an absolutely shite state my body is in. It's enough to make me ditch all (chocolates, cold drinks, cigarettes etc) so that I'll be good and ready to eat my heart out this weekend - burgers(Lucky Chip/Meat Liquor), bloody steaks and beef drippings chips. MEAT.