I am a beautiful and unique snowflake.
Do you embrace your negatives? If it is possible to be content would it therefore be possible to not include the side of your persona you are most ashamed of?
Reality, is it a noun, a verb/adverb or an adjective? The only thing I can really be sure of is that it has to be superlative in whichever context it is used. So given that reality has some feature to it that is greater than anything that can be put before or after it, wouldn't denial be post, post reality? Does this in turn suggest that in reality anyone who claims contentment is actually post, post reality? and as a result is in denial with regards to the present?
Do I embrace the reality? Do I accept reality? Because, as far as I understand it reality is discontentment. Ergo unhappiness. I should expect that my present conclusion has been drawn from the combination of Red Stripe, Jim Beam and Sertraline I consumed in recent hours, however I feel less inclined to dwell on it now.
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
I bhogut tihs book the oehtr day. Its claled "The Art of Lokonig Sdweiyas".
And I'll tell you what, it's pretty massive you know (533 pages in fact), like a fucking doorstop or something. Every time I look at the thing I feel slightly more confident in my choice of inspirational reference. That being said I probably wouldn't have mentioned it if it's cover didn't fit in with my layout so nicely.
Alan Fletcher is the author, he died a couple of years ago I reckon. He kept good company though hanging around with Colin Forbes and Bob Gill. The book itself might have been Fletchers swan song, but it incorporates work from throughout his extensive career, so I guess it'd be fairer to say it is his life work, his effigy I reckon. Irregardless of dead designers and sentimental bollocks; the book is unlike anything I've ever seen, every page is removed from its predeccesor. The grids are faultless enough to satisfy the format nazis without ever compromising on sporadic, anarchic twists and details.
I'm probably going to look into making a book. Either that or get fuckfaced this weekend. Ah fuck it I'll get pissed.
Alan Fletcher is the author, he died a couple of years ago I reckon. He kept good company though hanging around with Colin Forbes and Bob Gill. The book itself might have been Fletchers swan song, but it incorporates work from throughout his extensive career, so I guess it'd be fairer to say it is his life work, his effigy I reckon. Irregardless of dead designers and sentimental bollocks; the book is unlike anything I've ever seen, every page is removed from its predeccesor. The grids are faultless enough to satisfy the format nazis without ever compromising on sporadic, anarchic twists and details.
I'm probably going to look into making a book. Either that or get fuckfaced this weekend. Ah fuck it I'll get pissed.
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
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Do you use your lateral mind? I'd like to think outside the box but I'm a bit worried a tramp might have had a wee in it, or worse! Lateral thinking is tough for some people, I read that determining it can depend on which side of the brain you use. I don't even know if there's some way to train yourself to use the other side of your brain. I'll bet Dr Kawashima would know.
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will you understand still me.
will you understand still me.
Do you use your lateral mind? I'd like to think outside the box but I'm a bit worried a tramp might have had a wee in it, or worse! Lateral thinking is tough for some people, I read that determining it can depend on which side of the brain you use. I don't even know if there's some way to train yourself to use the other side of your brain. I'll bet Dr Kawashima would know.
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