Combine this with my love of Design Sponge's "Living In..." segment, where they consider the style of a film and pick out some items that define it, and I thought I'd have a (less cool) go at doing the same thing with Miss Marple using Polyvore.
Friday, September 25, 2009
marple magic
Combine this with my love of Design Sponge's "Living In..." segment, where they consider the style of a film and pick out some items that define it, and I thought I'd have a (less cool) go at doing the same thing with Miss Marple using Polyvore.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The dust storm
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Truth and fiction
Every generation is impacted by a dominant philosophy or way of seeing the world. When that philosophy is taken to its extreme, the next generation searches for another philsophy to counter the old one. As for my generation (Y), I think we are yet to see or even acknowledge the dark side of the post-modernist philosophy we've been brought up on.
Now I don't want to trivialise the need for a counter-philosophy to modernism, which made all sorts of dodgy claims and resulted in pretty awful events. However, I think the general population is still giving tacit approval to post-modern thought. Perhaps at a scholarly level, there is change a-foot, but they're definitely still subscribing to its basic tenets in schools, and universities. The inevitable pendulum is yet to swing.
I think what we haven't acknowledged fully in the public sphere is that the post-modern approach to the world is especially hollow as it erodes the very foundation of existence: that truth can be known. It creates an unliveable world in which there is no truth, and no meaning.
But we all know there is more than meaninglessness, otherwise we would not bother to get out of bed. But we're trained to play down meaning, to refuse to give credence to any particular idea because well hey, it's just one perspective and all opinion are valid. It's interesting to note my generation is the generation of grassroots campaigns and user-defined media. Doesn't sound like apathy or pluralism in action to me.
Anyway, I recently read this article by Simon Leys (who, by the way, supervised Kevin Rudd's honours thesis back in the day) which I think illuminates well the paradox post-modernism tries to explain away. He argues there aren't multiple truths, but multiple judgements about the truth. He also talks at length about the way imagination is needed to understand the truth of a situation, and that mere facts don't always reveal truth. I definitely recommend giving it a read.
Here's a sample:
Now I don't want to trivialise the need for a counter-philosophy to modernism, which made all sorts of dodgy claims and resulted in pretty awful events. However, I think the general population is still giving tacit approval to post-modern thought. Perhaps at a scholarly level, there is change a-foot, but they're definitely still subscribing to its basic tenets in schools, and universities. The inevitable pendulum is yet to swing.
I think what we haven't acknowledged fully in the public sphere is that the post-modern approach to the world is especially hollow as it erodes the very foundation of existence: that truth can be known. It creates an unliveable world in which there is no truth, and no meaning.
But we all know there is more than meaninglessness, otherwise we would not bother to get out of bed. But we're trained to play down meaning, to refuse to give credence to any particular idea because well hey, it's just one perspective and all opinion are valid. It's interesting to note my generation is the generation of grassroots campaigns and user-defined media. Doesn't sound like apathy or pluralism in action to me.
Anyway, I recently read this article by Simon Leys (who, by the way, supervised Kevin Rudd's honours thesis back in the day) which I think illuminates well the paradox post-modernism tries to explain away. He argues there aren't multiple truths, but multiple judgements about the truth. He also talks at length about the way imagination is needed to understand the truth of a situation, and that mere facts don't always reveal truth. I definitely recommend giving it a read.
Here's a sample:
"The fact is, these two arts - history writing and fiction writing -
originating both in poetry, involve similar activities and mobilise the same faculties: memory and imagination; and this is why it could rightly be said that the novelist is the historian of the present and the historian the novelist of the past. Both must invent the truth."
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sock monsters
The dig list
Listening:
Fanfarlo
The Middle East
The Blow
Phoenix
Reading:
Seamus Heaney - selected works
Wallace Stevens
Going Down Swinging journal
Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
The Monthly magazine
Seeing:
Miss Marple adaptations
Marie Antoinette
The Young Victoria
Making:
sock monsters
a mess
You?
Fanfarlo
The Middle East
The Blow
Phoenix
Reading:
Seamus Heaney - selected works
Wallace Stevens
Going Down Swinging journal
Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
The Monthly magazine
Seeing:
Miss Marple adaptations
Marie Antoinette
The Young Victoria
Making:
sock monsters
a mess
You?
Old loves die hard
I don't see much live music these days, but I couldn't resist seeing Paul Dempsey (from Something for Kate) on the weekend.
Old friends can attest to my absolute obsession with the man between the ages of 14 and 20. As an existentially challenged teen I was totally lured in by his abstract lyrics, enigmatic personality and furrowed brow.
But after they put out Echolalia, things seemed to go downhill. I just found their new stuff too poppy, and would yearn for the days of their more raw, angsty music. I kept clinging on, hoping for a revival. At shows they played from their back catalogue, and that kept me smiling, but deep down, I was losing hope.
So when I heard Dempsey was doing a solo project last year, I got a little excited, but not too excited, as I'd been let down in the past.
I've yet to buy his solo record (Everything is True), but I've heard it a few times and caught the singles on the radio. It feels refreshing, I think because it's Dempsey writing for Dempsey = no compromises. It's still not what I dream of, but it's good to see him stretching his wings solo.
The show on Saturday was great fun - the new stuff is great live, and his touring band is tight. It also helped Dempsey was in a good mood, and really appreciative of the audience. I have to say, despite all my doubts, he's still got it... the furrowed brow, the cryptic lyrics and the wry smile. Deep down, I'm still a tragic devotee.
photo via song doctor
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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