Genesis 2.0
And on the eighth day, God said
“Let there be Tumblr
For this world of my creation
And the children for whom I created it
Wander not in circles
But in straight lines of clear thought and innovation.”
And there was Tumblr
And it was good
To man, God’s regent on Earth, He said
“My child
Take this Tumblr that I have created
Take it and stop
Stop the unwavering path of discovery
Stop the ascension
Stop the march toward enlightenment
Halt
Cease the advancement
Use Tumblr to linger at length on the plateau of the gullible.”
And into the arms of man
God did place Tumblr
Into Tumblr did man pour his time
And man stopped
Depressing the economy of knowledge
Old thoughts recycled
Painted as thoughts anew
New works devalued
For no idea could best ideas hither-to conceived
Man began to crave only that he already knew
Expelling those few who deigned the past be left forgotten
God watched his regent stall
And knowing it was good, He said
“Let Tumblr remain
For my children stormed the heights
And very nearly looked upon me
They are made in my image
But to them
They may see I am made in theirs
Let Tumblr halt their minds
Stall their creativity
Let Tumblr stop man knowing they are akin to God.”
Tumblr spread upon the Earth
While man wandered circles
Forgetting straight paths
Forgetting the progression that lead to heaven
And it was good
For God
Remained a god in the eyes of man
(Source: rakuli)
In Every Other World
I know that many of you write to music; many of you like to listen to music, doing nothing else for those moments; many of you use music as a motivator or emotional leveller; music is a pretty massive part of all of your lives.
For this reason, I present to you the Album, In Every Other World, that has just been released by Tully.
The album was recorded, re-recorded, mixed and mastered over the last many years and it has all culminated in this: 8 of the most uplifting, thought-provoking, amazingly detailed tracks I have ever heard.
If you do nothing else today, please click this link and preview some of these songs — I’m sure you’ll find something to take home with you.
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/in-every-other-world/id582846209
Bandcamp: http://tully-oh.bandcamp.com/
(Source: rakuli)
New home, at ground level, but a new beach to enjoy.
The last photo above is my first attempt at a HDR panoramic shot.
And I wonder
I step outside and take a breath
A sweet smell rides the air into my lungs
And I wonder …
Did you touch this air?
Did your perfume carry across oceans
Over storms and through the trees to greet me?
I gaze into a morning mist
As the sun lights the fog, a rainbow forms
And I wonder …
Did you smile at this sun?
Did you show yourself to the morning
So that the dawn would share your beauty with me?
I step onto grass
Where a line of flowers has bloomed in the night
And I wonder …
Did you walk barefoot upon this ground?
Did you nourish the earth with your skin’s touch
So that flowers would form in your footsteps?
I hear bowerbird song
It sings in my ears, adding melody to my morning
And I wonder …
Did this bird hear you speak?
Did your voice so entrance
That it flew through the night to play me your song?
Every sensation lifts me
Every sight, sound and object reminds me of you
And I wonder …
Did you make this morning for me?
Did you make the earth so happy
That it would embrace me when I woke?
This day could not be better
Until I wonder …
Why are you not here?
Defenestrations: Lucky
“You’re really lucky.”
That’s what I was told. Sometimes it takes someone looking in at something from the outside to take that something and thrust if forward so you see it for the first time.
But I did see. I am lucky, if only for that one reason, in that one instance. We spend too much…
In a nutshell, to goes like this:
I’m at my happiest when I’m able to make fun of someone, I’m able to bitch about a second party to a third party, I’m able able to correct someone, or I’m able to talk random nonsense and not be called out for it.
My friendship with Jen allows all of these things with extra servings of the first.
I won’t go redefining “friendship” or any of that nonsense because my weak stomach would see me vomit cheese all over my keyboard, but I will agree that I am very lucky to have met Jen and found a friendship that will endure long after Tumblr itself is dead.
Fold me
Fold me in two
If it is what you must do
If I am too flimsy and see through
To acceptably please you
Fold me in three
If it is how I must be
If the world still shows through me
Treble my density
Fold me in four
If I still must do more
To be more than a bore
Ignored and abhorred
I assure you — implore you
There is naught I will not fold to
To be seen as a face
Not a space in the crowd
Fold me in five
If yet more I must strive
To feel more alive
To survive by your side
When my thickness is five-fold
May I then have a hand hold
To pull myself up
So we can sit out of the cold?
You can fold me and mould me
Leave me or hold me
But folding is only strengthening me
You can try to take me
You can try to fake me
But I bend so you will not ever break or remake me
Fold me in two
If it is what you must do
I will not change who I am
Solely to please you
Genesis 2.0
And on the eighth day, God said
“Let there be Tumblr
For this world of my creation
And the children for whom I created it
Wander not in circles
But in straight lines of clear thought and innovation.”
And there was Tumblr
And it was good
To man, God’s regent on Earth, He said
“My child
Take this Tumblr that I have created
Take it and stop
Stop the unwavering path of discovery
Stop the ascension
Stop the march toward enlightenment
Halt
Cease the advancement
Use Tumblr to linger at length on the plateau of the gullible.”
And into the arms of man
God did place Tumblr
Into Tumblr did man pour his time
And man stopped
Depressing the economy of knowledge
Old thoughts recycled
Painted as thoughts anew
New works devalued
For no idea could best ideas hither-to conceived
Man began to crave only that he already knew
Expelling those few who deigned the past be left forgotten
God watched his regent stall
And knowing it was good, He said
“Let Tumblr remain
For my children stormed the heights
And very nearly looked upon me
They are made in my image
But to them
They may see I am made in theirs
Let Tumblr halt their minds
Stall their creativity
Let Tumblr stop man knowing they are akin to God.”
Tumblr spread upon the Earth
While man wandered circles
Forgetting straight paths
Forgetting the progression that lead to heaven
And it was good
For God
Remained a god in the eyes of man
A kookaburra flew down onto the balcony today and just sat there. This is not a bird that can be domesticated and never have I approached one that was not overtly cautious, flying off when I was within meters of it. I was able to walk right up to this one and could have touched — it if I decided to devalue my fingers — and it just sat and looked at me, no fear at all.
Kookaburras are my favourite bird by far. They are sleek, agile birds of prey. I have watched one sit atop a cliff, spy an insect in a backyard 100m below, and swoop down to make the kill.
They also have the most distinctive call of any bird I know — “The kookaburra laugh”
I am moving house at present and have been taking time-lapse videos of me clearing out the rooms in the house — because, you know, just because — and the one I took tonight had some cool incense burning effects.
