10 things that I'm afraid of.
1. Lakes.
2. Vomiting.
3. Being bashed.
4. Cancer.
5. Boredom.
6. Not achieving my goals. Failing.
7. Being left behind.
8. Being secretly hated.
9. Sunrise.
10. Camping.
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Critical Mass 2008, CarriageWorks, Sydney
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TOP 10 FILMS
- 2001: A Space Oddysey
- Blow Up
- Cremaster 3
- Dancer In The Dark
- Elephant
- Funny Games
- Irreversible
- My Own Private Idaho
- Orlando
- Tous Le Matins Du Monde
TOP 10 VISUAL ARTISTS
- Andy Warhol
- Bill Henson
- Damien Hirst
- Francis Bacon
- Jeff Wall
- Kiki Smith
- Matthew Barney
- Rachael Freeman
- Rachel Whiteread
- Shaun Gladwell
TOP 10 ALBUMS/PIECES
- Autechre "Version 7.30"
- Bjork "Vespertine"
- Boards Of Canada "Geoggaddi"
- Gyrogy Ligeti "Requiem"
- Michael Gordon "Decasia"
- Morton Feldman "Rothko Chapel"
- My Bloody Valentine "Loveless"
- Philip Glass "Einstein On The Beach"
- Steve Reich "Music For 18 Musicians"
- The Necks "Aether"
8 comments:
camping? really?
yeah .. although less so these days. i used to be very afraid of being away from civilisation. now that i read books more and have an iPod that's not so urgent. i do feel odd about not being near a TV, though. just for comfort.
hmm, interesting. i guess there is something kinda weird about intentionally cutting yourself off from civilisation for days on end. also something quite idyllic...
even if you're not near a tv box, just imagine all the signals that would be passing through the air at any given moment in any given location. a small comfort, perhaps?
:-)
Vomiting? Me too. I find it heartening that I'm not the only one.
I sometimes think a bashing would do me good. When I came out of the hospital in Brisbane, I went out walking in industrial areas and docksides all the time, secretly hoping to get beaten unconscious.
Then I'd chicken out, pick up a plank of wood to fend off would-be attackers and slink home.
with the right plank of wood couldn't you just bash yourself?
actually, now that i don't drink i have lost some of the dutch courage i used to have - walking around the grimy streets of pyrmont and glebe at 3am. now the idiotic risks i used to take make me shiver and now when i soberly take the back streets i keep imagining the feeling of a hundred fists smashing my face and skin.
i think sometimes blissful oblivion is a good thing. or at least the blind confidence that comes with it. i used to work late nights in london and get home on the last tube. i'd take a short-cut through dimly-lit industrial estates and ricketty old footbridges to get home, never once thinking that it was a pretty stupid thing to do. never been bashed, and it would have taken twice as long to get home if i'd taken the safer-though-more-circuitous route.
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