It's been a good day.
Sep. 18th, 2010 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vostoklakeThis may amaze some of you. It certainly amazed a woman with whom I had an appointment this morning. "??? Gale-force wind and sudden downpours?" Me: "The rain alternates with brilliant sunshine, and as for the wind, bitch, please, I'm a Wellingtonian." Although I may have spoke too soon, considering I was actually blown off my bike on Williamson Ave and the Silver Machine will have to visit the repairman on Tuesday. But she was due anyway.
Biked slowly down Ponsonby Road for the markets. Mainly people watching, although I did drop $40 that I didn't think I could afford at the Women's Bookstore. Turns out that my AECT dividend had arrived and I could afford it after all. As I can afford my trip to SaveMart in Onehunga tomorrow - on the brand shiny new Onehunga train. :D
After that, tomorrow, hope to see the Phoenix murderise the Melbourne Heart (aka the Jam Tards, in reference to their red strip and to distinguish them from the Melbourne Victory who are simply the Tards) before khaniqah, at which I'm told there'll be a big ol' Persian-style feast.
Finally finished reading Adventures in Kate Bush and Theory. It was actually better than I was expecting. The author kept the self-indulgent verbal masturbation to a minimum - always a bonus in the field of cultural studies - and only seemed stupid when she argued that it was "cultural appropriation" to use Madagascarian instruments on "Eat the Music". (It's cultural appropriation to play rock music at all, since it comes from the blues which was lifted wholesale from African-Americans.) And her arguments about the "Bushian Feminine Subjectivity", its flirtations with nationalism and boy-drag, its shamanic journey in "The Ninth Wave", and its self-dissolution in the birdsong and light of "A Sky of Honey" seemed spot on.
Even better, it made me think... a lot of this stuff could be said about Small Group Psychosis. Maybe what I'm doing really is bringing something back from The Better World after all. I kind of feel like being a witch, or perhaps a shamanka, again, but only to the extent that it doesn't interfere with my Sufi practice which is working very well right now, thank you.
Biked slowly down Ponsonby Road for the markets. Mainly people watching, although I did drop $40 that I didn't think I could afford at the Women's Bookstore. Turns out that my AECT dividend had arrived and I could afford it after all. As I can afford my trip to SaveMart in Onehunga tomorrow - on the brand shiny new Onehunga train. :D
After that, tomorrow, hope to see the Phoenix murderise the Melbourne Heart (aka the Jam Tards, in reference to their red strip and to distinguish them from the Melbourne Victory who are simply the Tards) before khaniqah, at which I'm told there'll be a big ol' Persian-style feast.
Finally finished reading Adventures in Kate Bush and Theory. It was actually better than I was expecting. The author kept the self-indulgent verbal masturbation to a minimum - always a bonus in the field of cultural studies - and only seemed stupid when she argued that it was "cultural appropriation" to use Madagascarian instruments on "Eat the Music". (It's cultural appropriation to play rock music at all, since it comes from the blues which was lifted wholesale from African-Americans.) And her arguments about the "Bushian Feminine Subjectivity", its flirtations with nationalism and boy-drag, its shamanic journey in "The Ninth Wave", and its self-dissolution in the birdsong and light of "A Sky of Honey" seemed spot on.
Even better, it made me think... a lot of this stuff could be said about Small Group Psychosis. Maybe what I'm doing really is bringing something back from The Better World after all. I kind of feel like being a witch, or perhaps a shamanka, again, but only to the extent that it doesn't interfere with my Sufi practice which is working very well right now, thank you.
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Date: 2010-09-18 12:36 pm (UTC)