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not doing my essay

I have been doing this for the last half hour
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/science/rock-paper-scissors.html?hp
I hate that computor
Robbie Duncan: 35
Draws: 50
Novice compitor:58

I suck

sorry

I wouldn't read this i were you. I hould have written a blog a bit the odd people i met on my walk home but sorry I didn't.
I am afraid I upset namoi with my pithy and sometime oboxious atheistism which i have been brain washed into believng due to strongly athesist background. My comment were snide but not entertaing, unlike this:

 I at once wanted to apolagise for this because pissing on someones world view even if you believe that they are wrong is unacceptable but I don't believe her world view is wrong. is it even possible to have a wrong view? yes it is. that was a silly question. sorry I am quite drunk.
I have been listening to many of those crazy religious folk. One of they his the charismatic and media freendly cornek west

"Justice is love in public" cornell west
cornel west is a fun man too listen too because he is for a start smarter than me, and truly intelligent people are almost always a joy to listen to even if your not sure what they are saying because seeing they brain bubble is joy enough for me. One day i'll get it for sure. I believe my brain is quite plastic. He is fun t listen too also because he is a seriously funky dude, just look at his hair, I tremember one thing he says often I'm not going to put this in quotation marks because hell im probaly miss remembering the exact  ppharse which is always a danger for one asfluid minded as me but aslo becauser I believe inj the sentimenmt myself well this half quote goes something llike we are all born between piss and shit into a mad ffunk. that is a fundamental truth fir me. It affairms the the flip side of the mirical that is true aswell but mmoore ii thinnk itt talks aboout the iidea oof ooriginal sin in a way. it acckknowleedges tthat people arnn't perfect we are contiuations of the stram that conttains aswell as humans shit and piss we wallow in tthis truuth.it is fundamental.  cornel west describes hi,mself as a bluees man he uderstand annd acknoowledges suffering "sorrow is a constant companion for bleus men like me"


 Cristians say "God iis Love"  god isn't some sort of celestial being god is the ppotennisall for love withinn the human hheart. thats my opion at the moment. I am compelled to agree with them. satre said "Hell is other people" the opposite is also true. God is not an invention of people it is a symtom of people. I love God because I love the good in people. I have been listening to plenty of those nutty religious folk such as the Dali lama, my favorite Lama. I like him  at least 10 times as much as say Lamas with hats, to be honest I find them at most slightly distractingand at worst rather annoying.

The dali lama speaks about compassion, compassion is the path to inner peace isn't it? yes he frames that in his particular faith just as cornel west frames his ideas in his faith just as I frame my ideas in my doubt. Faith can make love easie because it does create a frame work and a centre of love, God.
 One claim people of faith but little intelligence (this dosdn't go hand and hand, you can find idoits of any denomiation we are all idiots in our own way after all) make is if you don't have religoion whats stopping you from doing any number of terrible mortal sins I remember watching this phone in session with richard dawkins (he is sure to pop up in this kind of debate  at one point or another) in which a bloke ringed up and said something like if i didn''t beieve in god I would go next door and kill my nieghboor to which richard dawkins said well I hope you remain a believe. Isn't it noble dawkins to radly to forsake the root of all evil for the sake of one strangers life? he he he.

 This man has confused or at least been tricked into believing God is fear. Fear is a fantasic way of controling people though nothing compared to love in the way it can bend peoples wills to others wills however love is very much a equal thing while fear exists in a power structure. another importent difference between love and fear the two suductive paths in religious following is love is something that brings people together it is esesially socialist after all captilism is all about MY stuff not theirs. Here is a graet song by Woody Guthrie which paints Jesus as a socialist hero.

People are not naturally capatillist if we were we would all be stock brockers if that is not evidence of the power of love over fear i don't know what is but I am getting distracted sorry im brunk.

What I am trying to say is that we ,the religiious and the not, really believe in the same thing love, the religois just believe it in a more poetic way well perhaps a traditional way because there is a lot of wonderful poetry in science. here is a video put togetrher by someone I am sure has a total boner for science but there is a few mind blowing ideas contained within it.

 there is a wonderful Mark twain quote that goes something like "history dosen't repeat itself but it does rhyme" I think this isn't just a beatiful statment on history but it can be ascribed also to the theory of eveloution. life is a modulating stream of brith and shit and piss but I turn to my mind to the film into the wild in which in the end the main character  realised  that life is only meaningful when you share it with other people ( pretty much trhe same conclusion was reached in thatrecent danny boyle film the one with the boulder, and indeed in the social network. wasn't that story a story about someone who couldn't love, perhaps he thought he was too smart to love?) God is other people. And that is why fundamentalism is always wrong because fundamentism is when people love ideas more than people and this is when terrible things happen. I am not just talking about someing like fundamentalist islamists but also the dangerous basterdisation of darwinism eugenics ( just because we have come from  survivil of the fittist dosn't mean this is the ideal state people are always more important) and everyother sort of fundamental belife. The idea of money over life that has caused alot of pain.

yes we really believe in the same thing and I think really everyone does if the have a strong enough stomach to use that noxious word love. 

Anywat here is nice answer to that Tim Minchin thing at that i put at the part sorry its that whiny australian again

I should speel check this but that wouldn't be very truthful would it and besides I wouldn't want to put my point of down in a neat and simple way so that  everyone could understand and in which there would no room for miss reading which could fracture people into diffeent griups and lead to hatred and violence for no tenable reason that would just be silly. That was probably to far. I am sorry. I'm going to leave this like this because no one should have to relive their own drunk wisdom. It is not a pretty thing. yeah well bye. bam! publish!   

my evenings entertainment

Tonight I have been watching this mans documentaries all night and I really like them. They are funny and cutting but most of all he is brave and very pleasingly rebelious. He wears the charming sneer of a provokateur. I love rhyming. He is the sort of person who would be one of my heros if I found him when I was 14. but to be honest I haven't grown up that much. I am very consistant.

His videos appeal to me because one, they are all adventures they are exciting. Two, they are very funny and morally dubious and i dig that. Three, they all look so crap. They made me really want to just buy a cheap as possible video camera and have it with me at all times, make a real living breathing PEM sketchbook, because I think the gap between the conception and the creation is where ideas die. His work is an adventure because of the immediacy of his footage. It makes me think of limmy when he existed as these little crappy but brilliant videos on youtube. You could imagine him thinking of some idea then just filming it then and there they had the same wonderful imediece and reactive expressionism to them. You don't stop to nail the idea to the floor you become proactive. I need that. When an idea comes to me yes a hold it by writting it down or muttering it into my dictaphone but I don't grab it because I don't have the equipment right there. yes I know I can get the stuff out from callum everyday of the working week but even waiting in the que the passion and enthusiasm which is I think very much an essiencial when making art begins to wayne. Film is a hard thing to do you have to plan espechally when you want the film to look class but I feel I need to channle my compulsion and raw expression. how do I do it in this medium? well I suppose like this:     

but you know my videos will be art heh heh heh....heh?

Any way I think when I get a job this summer I am going to save up for a vid camera and a large stack of DV tapes because I really like that romantic idea of being the free whellin guerilla artist and I think it will accustom me to being more reactive and engaged in my prcatise. I think it will be great fun and that I will end up with lots of pointless crap footage and start to live more and more in the av lab slowly forgetting what the outside world looks like maybe devole into cannialism snaring poor defensiless vis com students and roasting them with one of those new fancy Macs plasma screens. boy are those computers hot!

I can hardly wait. exciting stuff.

I feel like superman

This morning I gained the power of X-ray vision! finally aberdeens natural radioactivity is paying off and I am finally gaining superpowers. going to grays school of art has paid off. Of course I am just larking around. sometimes all you need is a little bit of suprise to re instil a sense of child like magic into the world and this did that for me, At the moment of seeing my hand through the bowl I was truly amazed, maybe its just because when you stay up this late your brain turns to mush and even the most mundane thing can become fantasical but jeeze I can see my hand. Maybe the greyness of aberdeen has lowered my expectations but I can see my hand. Incredible, phenominal, X-ray vision never in my wildest dreams. For one small moment I felt like superman and really thats enough to make my month. Anyway I'm going to go off and slip into some spandex just to savour the moment.

compassion

I saw its smile and I hated it then. Just sitting there in its smug complacency. It was so ignorant, smiling like the world was a chocolate and roses with a soft caramel center instead of a warzone with boiling magma just under its crator puckered surface. People are dieing everyday. How many death will it take before he sees too many people have died.  Does he not look up and see the thunder clouds.  Does he turn his head and pretend he dosen't see? Is that a crocodile smile hiding denial? That smiling face! What does it know that I don't? No its him who dosen't know. Sitting there in slumped in inner peace. Dosn't He watch TV or read newspapers or even look out the window? He is so seperate from my reality and a good deal of other peoples I should think too. How can he bare to sit in his oasis when there are so many people wandering the desert. I hated its happyness more than the suffering of others. Should I tell him the bad news? should I shout it into its ears, if it even has ears! Does it not hear the screams? Does it muffle out voices lost on the wind with gentle and calming chiming music?



But then I thought to myself, ultimatly we all want happyness. Everyone wants it, isn't that true. And we don't want suffering. Nobody wants suffering so how could I wish it upon this small beatiful man. Every sentient being has a right to happyness and yes there are those who are suffering day in and day out. suffering from oppression and violence. or more abstract pains jealousy and suspicion and yes we should have compassion for these people however we shouldn't let dampen our spirt. Me suffering on their behalf isn't going to make their situation any better. People don't need a maytre they need a friend, who is benevolent who has happyness and inner peace to share. Who is not just borrowing a little bit of your suffering for a short time  
 I relised I was profoundly jealous. Jealous of his tender eyes and his sweet smile. When had I lost these? When did i decide it was a good idea to get rid of them? Why do I assume that seeing the worst is always wiser? Yes there is a lot of suffering in the world but each day there is a sunrise well maybe not in antartica but then they have the northern lights or penguins(the biscuits of course I know they live down south) to cheer them up there. Yes there is hate in the world but no one only feels hate. Where there is hate there will always be love. People arn't evil they just sometimes do evil. Even a hardened terrioist loves in his own special way. I looked into his eyes and the pain fell away, love poured in. I swear my heart grew 12 sizes that day. I forgave him for his happyness and most importantly I lernt to forgive myself. I took him to my bossom and let him sup on the sweet warm milk of new born compassion.

YES! or not really

thought and fought sound the same don't them?
Isn't that really deep or something?

Protest

I was going to start this blog with a question where are our protest songs? but then with the most cursory of googles I realized the answer was just not on television. Here is one:

 I'm not sure if Dan Bern is any good yet because he seems like a knock off version of Bob Dylan but I suppose thats better than a knock off version of Ke$ha and besides I like bob dylan. He wrote some really good songs and I've listened to him since i was but a little scamp and haven't got bored of him yet, which is high praise indeed. Infact most of my musical exploration has been looking for someone better but nothing sticks which is annoying another thing that is annoying is there is no bob dylan on youtube so now I have to buy all his songs and I don't like him that much! really artist should pay the audiance because after all a song thats not being listened to is just a bit of noise and a photo nobodies looking at is (this would be a great oppertunity to insert a catty remark about somebodies work by saying something like a photograph nobodies looking at is probalby by -insert name here- however I don't want to say anything like that because I am really nice guy and I wouldn't want to insult anyone in my class because they are really nice aswell and insulting someone on the internet is very backhanded and cowardly and if I was going to insult someones work I would want to be there to watch them cry because that is always fun maybe I could take a picture of it and put it on my blog because I don't think I have enough examples of my own work on here at the moment.) just a piece of paper on a wall 

 I suppose I do like him because he is quite funny however this sort of music always strikes me as a little masterbatory in that it dosn't challenge or even inform your beliefs, all it does is pander to them and make you feel smug in your obvious rightness I mean how do those stupid right-wing pigs not get it? haha they are just so stoopid.

 but maybe this comes from the fact that I can't let myself just like things because of a childhood of being shot down by my older brother that helped foster my healthy self sketisim that pushes me forward trying to reach an imaginary point where I actually believe what I am doing is good and so instilled into me a burning need for exteral validation so please comment and say how wonderful I am because seriously I am a really nice guy.

Anyway what I was going to talk about is protest because I was gonna make some seriously political art that will break down the walls that the man has built and finally deliever the fundemental freedoms that us poor art students have been stripped of in this totalitralen reigm concontected by the blue blooded cold hearted nazi vampires stooped over their caulderens filled with austerity measures in the dark castles of London town.

 London by William Blake

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,

Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, 

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

  

In every cry of every Man, 

In every Infant’s cry of fear,

In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.  

  

How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry

Every black'ning Church appalls; 

And the hapless Soldier’s sigh 

Runs in blood down Palace walls.

  

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlot’s curse 

Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear 

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

If William Blake did folkrock I am sure he would be just as good as Dylan If only they had Myspace or even vinyl in those days but alas no the words are stuck in boring poetry form. Wait didn't The Verve sing this in one of their songs. I can't remember. I am not a big fan of The Verve they are ok to have on in the background but I wouldn't chose to listen to them. 

This poem is very present in my thoughts at the moment because after all its about the complex connections between patterns of ownership and the ruling ideology, the way all human relations are inescapably bound together within a single destructive society. These ideas are as present in our times as they were in Blakes. although we now have a wellfare state and we are much richer and the streets are probaly cleaner and we have a better sweage system and we have a more democratic society and we are more tolerate and we have the NHS and other nice things like that.

 This is a snarling angry poem that decries the charter'd london own by the few and suffered by the many. It generally states privatation is a bad thing. That all it does is make people feel powerless. The world depicted in the poem is one in which everone is chained by mind forged manacles. If only we could cast off these terrible oppressive manacles. Wouldn't that make for a brighter future? Let us burn the money which has become our false idol and cast out the laws that castigate our natural and pure desires.

Freedom

 a peom by an idiot

Freedom is great!

Freedom is walking down the street without the fear of abuse!

freedom is the right to an education! 

freedom is the right to have children, as many as you want!

freedom is the right to voice your opinion without the fear of reprisals! 

freedom is the right to marry who or what you want!

freedom is the right to believe in any sort of god you want or even none at all!

freedom is the right to your own home!

freedom is the right to not let certain people into your home! (vampires,gypse, ect)

freedom is the right to move freely across boarders!

freedom is the right to choose your own career!

freedom is the right to wear whatever sort of clothes you like!

freedom is the right to put into your body whatever you like!

freedom is the right to have sex with whoever you want when and where you want!

freedom is the right to walk naked down the streets without fear of abuse!

freedom is the right to show children videos of there parents having sex!

freedom is the right to kick old people down the stair!

freedom is the right to suck off other peoples dogs!

freedom is the right to burn down someone house while they are sleeping!

freedom is the right to own your own gun! 

freedom is the right to lick all the fruit in the supermarket and then put it back!

freedom is the right to break into someone elses house to use the bathroom!
freedom is the right to abandon your child! 

freedom is the right to hyjack a bus and drive it off a bridge!

freedom is the right to put poisonous water snakes into crowded swimming pools!

freedom is the right to free and fair elections!

freedom is the right to bomb airports and set yourself on fire!

freedom is fucking brilliant! 

William Blake wrote London at a time of political unrest and reveloution in france. A movement Blake signaled his support for by donning a beret. Has the beret always been a symbol of revloution it seems to appear alot on the heads of reloutionarys like che gu...whatever his name is.

 We now live in a time of reveloution how do we show our support to them, a no flyzone. Is this just a symbol of support? Do we have a right to intervien? We haven't a great track record. Can we morally stand by and do nothing? These are some complex and troubling issues which I am going to run away from.

  Blake was able to talk forcfully about the state of the world in an affecting way and importantly in a way which did not seem prechy or egoistic. How did he managge that? I could argue that he achieved this through first hand experiance, The book he published it in was called "Songs of Experiance" after all and this was London he was talking about, his home.. Of course he had strong informed opions about it. The poem had the same kind of experiance,  integraty and anger that I heard in the poetry of the Afghan people on the BBC world service.

 http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/documentaries/2011/01/110120_afganistan_lost_voices_tx.shtml?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1&ms3=14&ms_javascript=true&bbcws=2

To have a true resonance I think you have to have that first hand experance the TV dosen't cut it and even visiting places can't summon up the same truth. As Jarvis Cocker sang in a 90s pop song:

   

You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cause when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do

Is it true that the only life you can truly talk about is your own? How can this be the case when their are more than just biographies in the art world? I would say that we can talk about things other than our lives but we always look at them from the perspective of our lives. This seems relly obvious now that I have said it, so its probably true. Part of the joy of art is being able to look through someone else perspective whether it be strange and alien or reassuringly similar to your own. (I wonder which of the two people really prefere?) In the end art is packaged empathy. Or maybe not.   

Well back to Protest Songs

One thing I have a problem with protest songs and other art is that they don't offer any soloutions. "London" is an angry indightment but it gives us no insight for how to escape the cycle that begins with privatisation of the land and then leads to the selling of bodies and souls. Even the way humanity rejovinates itself has been corrupted. Where is the path out of the woods?

Mayby its better for it to be this way. Perhaps artist purpose is to try and accuratly depict the society that we live in and leave the change for someone else to deal with, someone smarter and better informed. where can we find these people they must be around here somewhere?

At the moment we live in what seems like the craziest time for a long time and the world has been consistanly crazy for a long time. Several revolutions, the maddness of the ivory coast which is thankfully coming to an end about 1500 corpses too late, the still unfolding disaster in japan and the sinster arrests in china of writers, human rights lawyers, artists, bloggers and other dissidents. The world is a scary place Never in my life have I been so glad I live in britian. I must have been a particularly charitable dung beetle in my past life.

what right do I have to complain? My life is brilliant

This is confusing for me and I am sure it is just as confusing for everyone else. Because we are angry about what is going on around the world. We are angry about a great many things.  People want to do something but they feel impotent.

This is a clip from the film Network a film from 1976 I talked earlier about the poem "London" which was from 1794 and I have talked about things going on right now. The world has always been crazy, things it seems are always worse than ever and even when things are going well we convince ourself the world is as bad as its been, the fear of crime gose up while crimes go down. In the end its not the world thats crazy, its people that are crazy, the world ends everyday for somebody and we are always at the end of history. 

The world isn't crazy at worst its indifferent and people go crazy trying to find meaning in it, or just trying to live off it, sometimes trying to rule it. I don't think we've got to get mad we are already quite mad enough.          

I was thinking I might organise some protests or events that I can relate to my life about occurenses that I have experianced, and so have a right to talk about perhaps a remeberance of all the times I just missed the bus and had to wait literally minites for the next one or maybe I could light a candle in memory of each time I stubbed my toe. I could do reveloutionary action like I don't know having lunch at a different time or mixing orange squash and rhbenna to make a new ungodly taste explosion.

I have been invloved with only one protests, I have signed a few petions yes but that hardly counts. The only march I have been in was the march against the war in Iraq which was on the whole ignored, the only prootest I can remember succending in this country since then is the one agaist the selling of british forests or was it just english forests. I feel we need to obviously treasure our freedom to protest and I beilieve we have duty to be informed about the world. We need to keep writing songs that satirise the people we think are wrong. I watch a documentary today called "My Brother the Islamist" and It was very strange at some points the group of islamist were just a bunch of regular blokes laughing and joking around but then suddenly they switch and start coming out with the most hatfull rhetoric. People are people and I won't ever understand them anyway I found it incredabily strange these people protesting against their right really to protest. Protesting for less freedom that seems perverse espechally with all the people fighting and dieing for freedom at the moment. When I read what I have written I am ashamed we always want to sound intelligent and witty but instead I feel I sound naive and sloppy. Everyone has to face up to what the sound like on the page, it always sounds better in your head. When you try to talk about the big things you think its not my place and maybe it isn't but I suppose that dosen't mean you can't try. I hope its the trying that counts and in the end thats what protest is about, trying.  

I don't think what I have writen is very interesting or concise and I know the spelling and grammer is awful and it dosn't seem to cover any point sufficiently and it dosen't inform or entertain and might seem even tasteless and flippent but look on the bright side at least I have the freedom in this country to write this rubbish.

Well thats done. I hope I didn't sound to self importan't or ignorant or many other terrible things I tend to think of students and the like that try and write this sort of thing anyway I'm done with writting this blog

 I'm going outside to play.