Useless body parts.

I'm beginning to wonder why my body hates me. Without disclosing my age, I have been plagued for many years by malfunctioning organs and brittle bones. On Saturday I am off to have my tonsils extracted, which should be a right laugh. Coupled with my recent wisdom teeth, it's a wonder there's room for anything in my mouth (hardy har har).

Anyway, that got me thinking. Are we slowly creating obsolete organs as we evolve? I mean, I know tonsils are not organs, but you know what I mean. Apendix, wisdom teeth, we have an extra kidney that we can live without. I wonder if soon we'll just have one digestive organ, like a large vat with a sorting pump. Or maybe I played too much Voodoo Vince.

Anyway, it's fucking cold. Zelda jumper, away!

A short poem.

Hello friends,

I'm currently indulging in the monster that is The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy, which I bought for three dollars from a second-hand book store. Let me assure you that it was worth it's weight in gold, his poems are beautiful and relative, yet have class and clarity through old english. Below is a short poem found within.

Moments Of Vision

A sense that, in some mouldering year,
As one they both would lie,
Made me move quickly on to her
To pass the pale thought by.

She laughed and said: 'Out there, to me,
You looked so weather-browned
And brown in clothes, you seemed to be
Made of the dusty ground!'

I don't know if this is anyones kind of thing, but I love his poetry with a passion.

Anyway, I best lose myself in study again. I hate the middle of the year.

Cheeri-o.

Fight or Flight; Is it relevant?

Hello readers,

How are you? Fantastic. I hope you have enjoyed a short easter break if you were one of the lucky people to have one. If not, keep your hopes up, in Australia we find an excuse to have a day off nearly every week. Perhaps the world will catch up to us, or us the world.

Anyway, I just want to let out a rant that has been trying to escape my larynx for a few days now. Recently I was out with an old school friend of mine and he ran into some of the people your mother tells you not to play with. Guy (A pseudonym he asked me to use) had had a few too many and to cut a short story shorter, he has a rather nasty bruise under his eye. I meanwhile froze up and did nothing until the whole thing was over. So this obviously started me thinking on the topic of fight or flight.

Obviously back then it was taken as it was - you fight or you flee. But, as all things are these days, these words are representations of a number of different responses. In an argument, for example, one could persist heavily, almost angrily, or simply back-out or say nothing. (Note: Perhaps apathy is the new flight?) In any case, I have always thought there was a third stance, when you are caught between the two. And I find it amazing that a response controlled by the primal, instinctive side of our nervous system can be abruptly interrupted by the human condition; that is, indecisiveness. I thought that when it all boiled down to it I would have an immediate response. I guess I was wrong.

I'd love to hear about your stories/thoughts/plans.

Take care of yourselves, fight is not always the best.

- Oscar

Feels like London.

Evening gents.

As some of you may or may not be aware, the entire state of Queensland was hit with mother natures garden hose a few months ago. Since then, people have been cleaning up and repairing houses, in relatively fine weather. But oh how the threads of fate hate Australia.

In case you're not aware, I have mild SAD, which is a very common disorder in which I get slightly moody as the weather changes. So you can imagine my mood when I look outside and can't see more than 10 metres forward, or up for that matter. I had been blessed with an incredibly thick fog, and though it dissipated during the day, it comes back with a vengeance every morning. Lucky my brand new super deluxe amazingly expensive one bedroom apartment has heating.

Anyway, the point is, this weather is frequently reminding me of my short jaunt to London. Which I hated. I am, however, returning this year at some point, as the entire Irish side of my family thought it was a good idea to move there. Hooray.

Also, if there are any other Brisbane dwellers reading this, I demand to know where you keep your quality coffee. Someone said something about West End, but that's an entire boat trip away.

Not much to update. Too many books to read for assessment. Dislike repeating tests on rats.

Take care of yourselves, I'll try update more.

- Oscar

Themed Music.

Surely, I am not the only one.

Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. As an instrumental music enthusiast, I find myself often applying music I have heard to everyday scenarios in my head. I know I'm not the only one, because I had an entire conversation about it with a good friend today.

This raises a few quesitons. Why do I do it? Does it make things more entertaining? Should I be hired for film music?

In no specific order, Yes, To entertain myself, and probably not.

But back to the original statement, I do find that it makes things more interesting and dramatic. The only problem is it never happens straight up, only in when I reflect on what just happened. If only I could learn to control it.

Anyway, here's a list (you can tell I like lists. A lot.) of music themes that fit everyday.

A well respected man - The Kinks. You guessed it. This is most certainly my morning routine song. I even try to do up my shoes and tie systematically, like in stereotypical movies. If you haven't heard this song, I highly recommend giving it a listen.

Back in Black - AC/DC. When walking down the path to ol' reliable (Toyota Corolla. I am not a wealthy man.) I enjoy the brief, ecstatic feeling of pretending to be a renegade of some sorts. Does this make be a dickhead? I'm not sure, and I don't care.

Have somewhere incredibly important to be? Running late? Lux Aeterna - Clint Mansell will add the suspense and atmosphere you need. Composed for the movie Requiem for a Dream, I often find it running in my head if I remember some kind of dinner I was meant to go to.

I'm important as fuck.

Reptilla - The Strokes. If there's a certain party atmosphere about an event, I find this song fits so well. I am a huge fan of The Strokes, and thus this will always make memories seem more entertaining, even if they bored me to death.

Your heart is as black as night - Melody Gardet. This smooth, sexy jazz composition will add an air of class and seductiveness to any situation. Inappropriate for lectures, breakfast or anything not involving a partner of choice.

What a wonderful world - Louie Armstrong. Okay, okay. It's corny, I know, but I can't help myself. It's such a beautiful song, that should be heard whenever you take a break from your injections of coffee & cynicism.

I hear music in my head. And I'm okay with it.

I know you do too, so why not let me know what's playing in your life?

Take care of yourselves.

- Oscar.

Things I have never grown out of.

Morning folks,

As I approach the start of my masters course at university, I have begun to notice that I still retain many of my old habits, mannerisms and interests I have had since about the age of 10.

First and foremost. Pokemon. I only ever play two games, and those are Minecraft and Pokemon. Currently I own Black, which I'm crawling through. I don't know what it is about the games, maybe the fact you can play it at different depths. I myself play at a ridiculous depth, choosing specific pokemon for their gender, type, ability, nature etc. I also enjoy buying things like Zinc and what not and customising them. It makes me feel like a big kid. But I know lot's of other people play, so I guess it's alright.

The Tuck. If you are unfamiliar with the tuck, I feel sorry for you. It's the action when you're lying in bed, and you tuck the end of the covers under your feet, creating a sort of cocoon effect. You can also do this with the sides of the covers. I know you want to try it.

Canonized Foot-Tapping. When listening to music, I not only tap one foot, but I tap the other just out of time. I don't know why, it has a rather calming effect on me. Maybe I like to know that I can keep time in and out of signature? I'm not sure.

Coin-ing. Okay, so I don't have an amazing name for this. Since I have a few rings that I like to wear, I like flipping coins in between my fingers, so that it hits the rings and produces different sounds. There's a percussionist in us all!

Stirring Straws. If you've ever ordered a coffee from McDonalds, you'll be familiar with the stirring rods they have there. If you haven't had a close inspection, they have small holes that run through them, and can be used as a straw. I have to use them if I stir in sugar, it's almost a compulsion

Well, I think that's all of them that I've kept for a while. Feel free to post your own habits and what not.

Have a great day, I'll see you on the other side.

- Oscar

First Post.

Hello there!

This blog is going to be seperate from my other blog, which is focused at health & psychology (sharkbeargun.blogspot.com). This blog will be my personal blog, which will be a mix-match of a journal, a collage and a place to post interesting things I've found.

If you were a follower of my previous blog, you would have noticed that I also used it for posting things about my apartment and what not, which might deter some people away from the important aspects.

So.

Here it is.

A little part inside me is sad that the old "leather-bound, personal, swirly writing" journal has been and gone. It was a thing of true beauty. But that small part is overwhelmed by the elation I get when I know that people all over the world are connecting and sharing their experiences.

Feels good. Thanks for dropping by.

- Oscar