Gloomy Christmas/ C'Mon C'Mon C'Mon

To have and to hold.

I got
a new dress
and a new sweater
a new necklace
and a new nail polish.
I hold
one phone
that rings and rings and rings and rings
and I have no idea why.
I have a small liquid plan,
a big aspiration
and two broken shoes.
I have a little Christmas wish
a huge New Years dream,
and plans for a houseparty.
Don't got much in the sense of
leaves and lives and gifts
and single portions.
Got lots in the sense of
bad dreams
and bad deja vus
and bad karma
which I am always trying to shake off.

The Hug - Thom Gunn

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
_____Half of the night with our old friend
__________Who'd showed us in the end
_____To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
__________Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
__________Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
__________Your instep to my heel,
_____My shoulder-blades against your chest.
_____It was not sex, but I could feel
_____The whole strength of your body set,
_______________Or braced, to mine,
___________And locking me to you
_____As if we were still twenty-two
_____When our grand passion had not yet
___________Become familial.
_____My quick sleep had deleted all
_____Of intervening time and place.
___________I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.

Innocent When You Dream

Πριν Μερικούς Μήνες...

Κι ίσως μια μέρα να πεις: δε μου θυμίζεις ούτε κι εσύ τίποτα πια, και οι εικόνες σου ξεθώριασαν γιατί τις έβαλα δίπλα στο τζάμι, και τα ρούχα που μου είχε αφήσει έπιασαν σκόρο, και τα τραγούδια σου στο ραδιόφωνο παίζουν μόνο αργά το βράδυ κι εκείνες τις μέρες που ερχόμουν να σε δω δεν τις θυμάμαι. Κι όλα τ'αστέρια του ουρανού σε φτιάχνουν σχήματα και σχέδια παιδικά, αλλά δυό πρόσωπα θλιμμένα, αντικρυστά που αποφεύγουν να κοιτάξουν το ένα το άλλο στα μάτια και θυμάμαι που μου έλεγες ότι από κοντά ζαλίζεσαι όταν προσπαθείς να κοιτάξεις και τα δυό μου μάτια ταυτόχρονα και τίποτα άλλο δεν μου μένει απ'το να τα κοιτάω στον καθρέπτη μέχρι να ζαλιστώ και να κάτσω στο πάτωμα και να ψάχνω για παλιές σου οδοντόβουτσες πεταμένες, να ψάχνω για προφυλακτικά άδεια και μπατονέτες από προχθές και σπίρτα που λίγο έλειψε να μου κάψουν το σπίτι και να φαντάζομαι να στα λέω όλα αυτά κι εσύ να λες ότι είμαι χαζή.

OHMYGOD

Okay. Simera to paraekana. Ohi oti synithos den to paratravao, alla simera to paraekana.
Efaga:
- ena piato patates fournou me kounoupidi, mprokolo kai kotopoulo
- dyo piata (ena tsikalaki!) pilafi me garides
- 3 mila
- 1 mpiskoto
- ena megalo brioche me lahanika kai salata
- ena giaourti me rasberries

Tora pou ta egrapsa den eimai sigouri oti einai paaaara polla, alla eleos, eho skasei.

I Love You

Inspired by K

I am the youngest person doing a PhD in my College. I keep listening to superficial comic lectures about methods and the problems with methods and a lot of in-depth questions about ethnography and postmodernism.

I spend at least two and a half hours on at least four London buses daily.

I am addicted to MySpace. My boyfriend won't add me. He's teasing. Again.

I am told I should be attending English courses because I do not operate in English as a first language. But English was the first language I learned. I was two and speaking fluently in American English. I was watching Sesame Street and getting cans of Coke out of my grandma's dry cleaner's machine for fun. My parents were convinced it would be so hard for me to adjust to Greek.

I am learning Portuguese because I always wanted to learn as many languages as possible. Because I always wanted to see the world. Not as a tourist. I still do.

I am drinking tea in the mornings instead of coffee for a change. I remember when I used to drink 7 coffees per day. I remember smoking more than 2 packets of cigarettes per day. I drink one coffee per day and smoke less than 15 cigarettes per day.

I do to this cafe every day, even for fifteen minutes.

I have no money of my own and keep sending my CV to various research vacancies.

I am planning to go to Nicaragua.

I want to go to the WSF 2007 in Nairobi.

I keep bitching to myself about losing weight, but I love brioches.

I've been reading this book for two weeks now.

This is how it feels.

Benny & The Jets - Elton John

Childhood songs

I Started A Blog

I started a blog eight months ago. I started a blog because I had to work on a presentation and I couldn't get down to work. I started a blog with the highest aspirations, those for which a lot of things are being advocated against. I started a blog and I stumbled across blogs about hunger, war, poverty and crises. I started a blog and I let it be more of a personal public diary of direct and public communication, a glimpse of some of the things, words, songs, videos and thoughts I have at my most relaxed or most annoyed hours. I started a blog and I feel I can't keep up to my aspirations. C'mon, the last thing I published was a Youtube-recently Google's new baby- video of a satyrus dancing to Michael Jackson. I am a bored individual, which can be boring at times, but I never meant to start such a channel of communication in order to criticize trash people create and put online. I started a blog to say something. I am still looking for that something to write. I am always looking for that something to write.

Al Pacino

ayto einai pornografia!

Teach Me

April Stevens - Teach Me Tiger

Teach me tiger i would kiss you.. wa wa wa wah
Show me tiger i΄ll would kiss you.. wa wa wa wah
Take my lips, they belong to you..
But teach me first, teach me what to do..

Touch me tiger when i΄m close to you wa wa wa wa wa
Help me tiger i dont know what to do wa wa wa wah
I know that you could love me to
But show me first, show me what to do
This is the first love, that i have ever known
What must i do to make you my wery own.. ?

Teach me tiger and i will teeease you wa wa wa wah
Tiger tiger i wanna squeeze you wa wa wa wah
All of my love I will give to you
But teace me TIGER.. or i΄ll teach you

ooh.. tiger .. tiigeeR.. tigrrrR..

The Purple Bottle - Animal Collective

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?
You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness
Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses
Knows her chinese ballet
Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
When you show my purple gaze
A thing or two at night
Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that i woud vomit
But I'll do that on mondays i dont have a work way
I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate
I'm humbled in your pretty lense
I'll hold you dont you go
Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know....

Well i'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares?
A trapeze is a bird cage even if its empty and defintintely fits the room
And we would toooo

And my dear dear dear khalana
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if theres nothing much to say
Well, silence is a bore

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?

Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet hallelujah
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative i know....
Sometimes you hear me when others they can't hear me. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm naked and thank god Sometimes you're naked. Well, hello.....

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There's a feelin' in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part
(Repeat)

Hey oooooo

Gotta crush high
Thought I crushed all I could
Crushed all I can then I touched your hand
Crush high
Dont want it to stop
Cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop
And you couldnt really know cause its in my toes
And sometimes i wonder whered that crush high go
Crush high then i go and take some pills
Cause i cant do all of my dos and still feel ill
You get that whooooooo (x8)
(Repeat twice)

...

And the week never starts around here
I'll raise my cider and you'll raise your beer...

September Blues

A Thousand Times No

Death Cab for Cutie - 405

I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center,
and stated that it's never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from
pulling pushing and tasting, tasting...

You keep twisting the truth
that keeps me thrown askew.

Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes: hide your bad habits underneath the patio.

You keep twisting the truth
that keeps me thrown askew.

You keep twisting the truth
that keeps me thrown askew.

....

Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley

i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

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There Is No Ending - Arab Strap

Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays

If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear
If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance, the way I eat
If you love the morning spots I try
And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle, each weak knee

But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display

But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear

Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade bombs
And factions everywhere
(They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your home
And I don't care!

Watch This:

Consumption

Talking Romantic

Stray Talk by Maximo Park

It's dark but I don't want to find the light,
And I can't close my eyes,
The only one you really trust,
Is the one who always lets you down,
It's not my place to give advice,
When all I've done was make mistakes,
I didn't mean to tell you everything,
And anyway, well it's too late in the day

Stray talk all alone,
Swinging in and out of view,
I'm flailing round the room,
And I'm staring out at you

Don't burn your hand when you turn out the light,
Your cheek is turning red,
You always wake me with your warmth,
And your arms wrapped around my neck,
The broken silence lasts for seconds,
And normal service is resumed,
I didn't mean to tell you anything,
And anyhow, well it's too soon for that now

Stray talk all alone,
Swinging in and out of view,
Well I'm flailing round the room,
And I'm staring out at you

You sat there looking like a prize,
So I went back on what I'd said,
And now we're both left out to dry,
Put out to sea and left to drift,

We're drifting out to sea, we're drifting out to sea
You said the leaves are like that day,
And now they're dead and charred

Stray talk all alone,
Swinging in and out of view,
Well I'm flailing round the room,
And I'm staring out at you...

According To Merriam-Webster. Not Really.

Exams= stress, watching movies you hardly like for a break, chain-smoking, inability to conceive of life after the exams, inability to stop thinking about life after the exams, anxiety, preoccupation with the most minimal things, staring at the walls, texting for the sake of texting, eating for the sake of eating, sleeping for the sake of sleeping, taking showers for the sake of taking showers, insomnia, lack of desire to just get down to it, lack of desire to go out, lack of desire to stay in, obsession with the news, the lack of creative obsession, the lack of duty, the lack of sleep, the lack of food, the lack of concentration, the void of the minute.

Free, Open Internet?

Thank you, A. for bringing this to my attention. Now I'm more pissed than ever. What's Lessig saying about this? What's McChesney saying about this?

Innocent When You Dream?

More like Eighties Fan, Green Typewriters, Piazza, Funny Little Frog
More like hanging out in 2 bedroom apartments
More like More Than This
More like Daydream Believer
More like looking for part-time jobs online
More like The Last Days of the Suicide Kid
More like Everyone Says I Love You
More like The Shy Retirer
More like dreaming of our garden
More like Moon River, Waterloo Bridge, days by the fireplace
More like Pleasant Street, I'll Stop the World and Melt With You, You Can Never Hold Back Spring
More like Dancing In the Moonlight, Watch You Drink, Books Written For Girls
More like hanging out like this...

Today.

Studying for Exams, Looking for a Flat: Multi-tasking in a Postmodern Era...

And this picture sums it up perfectly.
Yesterday was a great day.

More Obscure Than Ever

I just LOVE gigs. I, pure, straight, love them. And recently I've developed a love for Camera Obscura so I was beautifully taken by surprise when I found out the were playing at the Luminaire.. So, I left the library and headed to Kilburn with T. only to find out that it was... SOLD OUT!


I really, purely hate the phrase 'sold out'.

A couple of Jack Daniels to clear my throat

A couple of Jack Daniels to clear my throat,
a third or fifth one to help me walk.
A dash of tequila shots on the side
I gaze upon such a delight.
I write poems about booze
to feel, to know, to give, to lose.
I write poetry of no sense
for joy, for merry and for nonsense.
Once I wrote a longer one
called something about an ex-alcoholic- it was fun!
An empty bottle looks at me
I got it eight months ago in Crete
I haven't touched it ever since
You wouldn't believe me if I flinched!!!!

Press Freedom my @$$

http://www.rsf.org/article.php3?id_article=13580

If This Isn't Creepy, What Is?

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8854982147939601265

Θέλω να φτύσω την αυπνία μου ή 'Όλες οι Συζητήσεις για την Τέχνη είναι Ίδιες"

Θεραπεύομαι από την αυπνία μου.
Όταν δεν την περιμένω.
Θεραπεύομαι λίγο και από την ανία μου.
Εκεί που πάω να την ξεχάσω.
Αργά τη νύχτα όμως, τρεις ώρες αφού ξάπλωσα,
κάτι αέρινο ξυπνάει μέσα μου
και ΔΕΝ μ'αφήνει να αποκοιμηθώ...


Θέλω να φτύσω την αυπνία μου.

To E. In Whatever State She Might Be...

Girl, I only sent you those borrowed letters cause I didn't have w o r d s of my own.

How the hell are you?
Began the poem
And what's going on in your life?
Is the supernatural pattern treating you well?
Do you still have it?
Do you have it in the morning?
And do you have it
late
at night?

Πές μου, γαμώ! Στείλε ένα mail που να λέει "είμαι καλά".

Δεύτερες Σκέψεις...

Μια φίλη μου έστειλε το εξής email σήμερα:


Και καλά έρευνες:

- Αν τσιρίζεις για 8 χρόνια, 7 μήνες και 6 μέρες, θα δημιουργούσες ηχητική ενέργεια που θα αρκούσε για να ζεστάνεις μία κούπα καφέ!
(Δεν νομίζω ότι αξίζει τον κόπο!)

- Αν κλάνεις συνεχώς επί 6 χρόνια και 9 μήνες, παράγεις αρκετόαέριο για να φτιάξεις μία ΑΤΟΜΙΚΗ ΒΟΜΒΑ!
Τώρα, κάτι κάνουμε)

- Ο οργασμός από ένα γουρούνι κρατάει 30 λεπτά!!!!(Στην επόμενη ζωή μου, θέλω να είμαι γουρούνι!)
(Πως όμως το κατάλαβαν αυτό, και γιατί το έψαξαν;;)

- Αν χτυπάς το κεφάλι σου στον τοίχο, χρησιμοποιείς 150 θερμίδες την ώρα.
(Μην το δοκιμάσετε στο σπίτι.... Στην δουλειά ίσως;; (Εντωμεταξύ, ακόμα δεν μπορώ να χωνέψω το θέμα με το γουρούνι...)

- Οι άνθρωποι και τα δελφίνια είναι τα μοναδικά όντα στην γη που κάνουν σεξ όχι μόνο για την αναπαραγωγή, αλλά και για ευχαρίστηση.
(Γι αυτό ο Φλίπερ το δελφίνι στην γνωστή σειρά της τηλεόρασης, συνεχώς χαμογελούσε. Και τα γουρούνια έχουν 30 λεπτά οργασμό? Δεν μου φαίνεται δίκαιο αυτό!)

- Ο ποιο δυνατός μυς στο σώμα μας, είναι η γλώσσα.
(Μμμμμμμμμμμ..........)

- Οι δεξιόχειρες άνθρωποι ζουν κατά μέσο όρο 9 χρόνια περισσότερο από τους αριστερόχειρες.
(Αν χρησιμοποιείς και τα δύο χέρια, χωρίζεις την διαφορά των χρόνων στα δύο?)

- Το μυρμήγκι μπορεί να σηκώσει 50 φορές το βάρος του, και να τραβήξει 30φορές το βάρος του, και πέφτει πάντα στην δεξιά πλευρά όταν ζαλιστεί.
(Το μυρμήγκι από τι ζαλίζεται? Πίνει μπύρα BUD?)


(Πλήρωσαν οι φορολογούμενοι πολίτες για αυτήν την έρευνα?, θα ήθελα
κάποιος να μου δώσει μια υπεύθυνη απάντηση σε αυτό το θέμα!)

- Οι πολικές αρκούδες, είναι αριστερόχειρες!
(Καλά, και ποιος νοιάζεται γι αυτό? Και πως το ανακάλυψαν? Τις ρώτησαν με ποιο χέρι γράφουν?)

- Το γατόψαρο, έχει πάνω από 27,000 γευστικές απολήξεις.
(Τώρα τι είναι ΤΟΣΟ νόστιμο στον πάτο της λίμνης... ποιος ξέρει!)

- Οι ψύλλοι μπορούν πηδήξουν 350 φορές το μήκος του σώματός τους. Είναι σαν να πηδάει ένας άνθρωπος ένα ολόκληρο γήπεδο ποδοσφαίρου!
(30 λεπτά οργασμός.... Το φαντάζεστε? Και γιατί μόνο τα γουρούνια?)

- Μια κατσαρίδα ζει για 9 μέρες χωρίς το κεφάλι της πριν πεθάνει από ασιτία.
(Τρομακτικό! Μπρρρρ....)

- Το αρσενικό «αλογάκι της Παναγιάς» δεν μπορεί να εκσπερματώσει όσο το κεφάλι του είναι συνδεμένο ακόμα με το σώμα του. Έτσι το θηλυκό, τον βοηθάει την κατάλληλη στιγμή, αποκεφαλίζοντάς τον.
(«-Αγάπη μου, τελειώνω τώρα, ναι, ναι, ναι... Τι κάνεις αγάπη μου?...Μη το κεφάλι μου... πονάει..ΑΑΑΑΑΑΑΑ»)
(Τουλάχιστον τα γουρούνια περνάν καλύτερα!)

- Μερικά λιοντάρια, ζευγαρώνουν 50 φορές την ημέρα...
(Εγώ πάντως εξακολουθώ να θέλω να είμαι γουρούνι στην επόμενη ζωή μου! Προτιμώ την 'Ποιότητα' από την 'Ποσότητα')

- Οι πεταλούδες μυρίζουν με τα πόδια τους.
(ουουου... πολύ φετιχιστικό!)
(Είναι σχεδόν το ίδιο βλακεία όπως και με το γατόψαρο!)

- Το μάτι της στρουθοκαμήλου είναι μεγαλύτερο από τον εγκέφαλό της.
(Ξέρω κάποιους φίλους που έχουν το ίδιο πρόβλημα!)

- Τα χρυσόψαρα δεν έχουν εγκέφαλο
(Και τέτοιους φίλους έχω!)


Μετά από όλες αυτές τις έρευνες, ένα πράγμα έχω να πω:

ΤΥΧΕΡΑ ΓΟΥΡΟΥΝΙΑ
















Ε? Ε? Ε?

For You, Wherever You May Be

The Great Firewall of China and Other Stories of Net Terror

The Good, the Bad and the Google

“Don’t be evil.” It’s been Google’s informal corporate motto for years; and for the most part, people have been willing to take it at its word.

In January, things changed. Google announced that the new Chinese version of its site, Google.cn, would comply with Beijing policy by removing politically sensitive websites from search results. Just like that, the company that is thought of by so many as the very embodiment of the information-wants-to-be-free ethic found itself widely accused of abetting the suppression of political dissent. Defending its actions in an official statement, Google pointed to the fact that its existing sites are already subject to silent filtering by the Chinese government, resulting in sluggish response times and service blackouts. Complying with Beijing’s demands, the company argued optimistically, would not only improve user access, but would also allow Google to introduce a measure of transparency by notifying users whenever search results are removed.

That’s the theory. Unsurprisingly, everything gets a little murkier in practice. In the months since the launch of Google.cn, Adbusters has been intermittently returning to the site to test out a few of China’s most troublesome bugaboos. Filtering is usually obvious. A text search for “Taiwan Independence” was met with about 210,000 results in mid-March; on Google.com, the results numbered over 12,000,000. “Free Tibet” scored 19,600,000 on Google.com, but a paltry 170,000 on Google.cn.

Image: Cult of the Dead Cow [cultdeadcow.com]

While the results on Google.cn were heavily weighted in favour of the government’s official stance, dissenting voices were by no means completely excluded; on a few attempts, image and text searches brought back apparently unfiltered results, with pro-independence opinions dominating, only to revert back to filtered results minutes later.

There’s no telling what accounts for the inconsistent filtering (Technical glitches? Deliberate sedition on the part of Google?). What is clear, unfortunately, is the company’s failure to follow through on its promise to include filtering notification, with neither “Taiwan Independence” nor “Free Tibet” warranting any comment. Only when we pushed one of Beijing’s tenderest buttons, “Tiananmen Square Massacre” - 315 page results, 0 images – did the following appear, in Chinese, tucked rather discreetly at the bottom of the page: “In accordance with local laws, regulations, and policies, a portion of the search results are not shown.”

It is with a certain degree of irony, then, that Google has taken a completely different tack in response to the recent US Department of Justice request that the company fork over search query data along with every url in its index. Not only did Google say no, it said no in a 25-page court document asserting that the government has no right to ask. While Google’s refusal has to do, at least in part, with a desire not to reveal proprietary information about its search algorithms, the move has been lauded by privacy advocates like the American Civil Liberties Union for sending the message that government cannot have free access to private data just because it it deems it necessary.

These dealings with Beijing and Washington are painting a more complex picture of Google than internet users have grown accustomed to seeing. And the lesson for Google itself is pretty clear: sometimes, it’s not so easy to avoid being evil, especially for a behemoth. Let’s all cross our fingers that it doesn’t stop trying.

Clayton Dach

Barcode Yourself!

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Are You There? - Anathema

Are you there?
Is it wonderful to know
All the ghosts...
All the ghosts...
Freak my selfish out
My mind is happy
Need to learn to let it go
I know you'd do no harm to me

But since you've been gone I've been lost inside
Tried and failed as we walked by the riverside
And I wish you could see the love in her eyes
The best friend that eluded you lost in time
Burned alive in the heat of a grieving mind

But what can I say now?
It couldn't be more wrong
Cos there's no one there
Unmistakably lost and without a care
Did we lose all the love that we could have shared
And its wearing me down
And its turning me round
And I can't find a way
Now to find it out
Where are you when I need you...

Are you there?

Love Music Hate Racism

It was a mild spring day in the centre of London, Trafalgar Square was full of kids and grown-ups and in-betweens sitting in the ground, standing and screaming, keeping quiet, drinking, diving into the fountain, and talking or trying to throw one another in the fountain. Among others Belle and Sebastian played. We were there.

Yesterday Is Here

If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road is out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
- Tom Waits

- I'll have to wait til yesterday is here

Leaving Town Baby

I'm leaving town baby
I'm leaving town for show
unless you wanna be bothered
with me hanging round you door
but that's alright..
that's alright,
that's alright,
mamma
anyway you do...

Μήπως με έχει επηρεάσει το Mystery Train τόσο πολύ; Ακόμα; Ή ο Elvis, τόσο πολύ, ακόμα;
Μπορεί απλά να μ'αρέσουν τα ταξίδια.. Μπορεί απλά να είμαι ευτυχισμένη κάθε φορά που είμαι στο δρόμο.

Total Eclipse of ... The Sun

Σαν κάτι σημαντικό επιτέλους, κάποια ανωτέρω αντίδραση, έστω και απο το ηλιακό σύστημα. Σαν να με πονάνε ήδη τα μάτια μου, σαν να μην έχει σκοτεινιάσει ακόμα όσο περίμενα.. Σαν να συμβαίνει κάτι. Έστω και ηλιακή έκλειψη. Ολική ή υποσχέσεις;

Funniest Poem Ever

Are You Lonesome Tonight Elvis

Open Fridge door
Say hello to Elvis, singing
Are you, lonesome
Tonight
No Elvis
Because
I had
Sex, Sex, Sex
And more
Sex

by Allan James Saywell

(none)

Αυτό θα πει τραγική ειρωνία.
Να έχεις writer's block,
Να ξενικάς να γραφεις κάτι στο blog σου
Και αφού το κοιτάξεις επιδοκιμαστικά,
Να πατάς Ctrl και κάτι αλλο και να σβήνει.
Πάει η έμπνευση.
Χαμένη σ'ενα πληκτρολόγιο.
Κι είχα γράψει ένα τόσο όμορφο ποιήμα
για σένα
επιτέλους

So Much Food...

God. Too much food.

When You, When You, When You Come Around...

Friday night, live at ...

My friends were playing.

I got a song.

Made me happy.

Online Gems

You Can Never Hold Back Spring

And baby you can never hold back spring...

And Tom Waits sings and I sigh..

Call me a fool for an image, but I want to see a tiger in the snow.

The "Highway" Metaphor My Ass

More like lowway. More like "finding a way to sell out on marketplaces and virtual bazaars". Sounds like the stuff I read these days. Feels like the sun, feels like dozing off.

What do people write in blogs anyway?

The other day a friend said that when she was on the bus and saw a man walking his dog (literally) she immediately thought "this is the stuff people write in blogs". If this was something academics would discuss, they would transform it into an essay question and the last sentence would be "critically discuss".
I've had quite a tiring week. Also, after months and months I finally spent an entire night awake. I don't have a dog, so lack of sleep seems to be the stuff I end up writing in my blog. An entire night awake will certainly make you feel like it's no ordinary day. It's no ordinary day.

Σήμερα...

Σήμερα πέρασα την ημέρα μου στη βιβλιοθήκη με τη συνονόματη και διάβαζα άρθρα για open source software, κάτι με το οποίο δεν έχω ιδιαίτερη σχέση, ίσως καμία απολύτως σχέση, αλλά αποφάσισα να μάθω για αυτό και να γράψω μια εργασία πάνω σε ένα πολύ κακοδιατυπωμένο θέμα, αλλά δε βαριέσαι, ο καθηγητής μου είναι απο τους υπεύθυνους της κατασκευής πλαρφόρμας ηλεκτρονικής διακυβέρνησης στην Πορτογαλία και τώρα είναι η ώρα να μάθω πράγματα που δεν ξέρω...

Anyone! Please! Any ideas or (academic) articles on open source software projects/ movement??

The Greatest Thing

Honey loving you is the greatest thing

I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late and I love your soul
I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

My eye sight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls...

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's alright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again

I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you
In a physical way
And I don't know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday

????

NO COMPUTER- NO INTERNET- NO LIFE

I am slowly melting away in the abyss of nothingness, the stillness of no tomorrow, the drag of all drags; the absence of my beauty. No, I'm not talking about a lover, I'm talking about my right hand, my computer. I NEED IT BACK. I NEED IT TO REVIVE AND SMILE AT ME!!!

Who's afraid?

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf???
My god, I spoke to Kathleen Turner tonight...

Horis Logia...

Resistance: A Simple Song

http://www.backingblair.co.uk/london_underground/

In Memory of Betty Friedan

I only found today. She died on her 85th birthday, last Saturday. It is a great loss.

Oldboy

Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
Instantly became one of my all-time favorites.
Love it.
Watch it.

I like corporate life, she said.

But it was only the first day. Will it be too boring? Will it be more demanding? I don't care. I sip the coffee out of the mug with the company's logo and I smile to people I supposedly work with. I check my emails and I enjoy the quite easy tasks. I have a lunchbreak. I feel good. If only it paid money. :)

Sunday Mornings Out

Okay, so the picture of Covent Garden isn't mine, and it certainly isn't the most representative, but somehow just browsing at these stalls seems to capture the entire meaning of Sundays walks in Covent Garden: consumerism tendencies and a hell of a lot of people and performs screaming. It was a good day. Kind of productive and kind of distracting. Me and E. had coffee and fun. Tomorrow I start work. I've never really worked before, apart from that DJ thing me and K. did for a couple of months. This is real. This is real. I keep telling myself it's real. Let's see how real.

Saturday Night In

I don't know how I ended staying in last night. I was working on the presentation (finally) all day and then my plans sort of fell out and then I found myself listening to music and playing minesweeper and realising there's no cash to spend on a night out, so I rejected my flatmate's proposal of a night at the pub (sorry, P.! Next time!) and fell asleep after a bottle of wine (which costs £3, which would only buy me one GLASS of wine at the pub).

Money is an issue. I am not starving or anything, and I get my occasional treat (Valerie's style), but my pocket isn't designed for London. Maybe next year I'll get a job and stop worrying. Maybe...

Ice-skating. I'll tell you, it seems easy, but god, it really isn't.

But if I was to go back to that moment, I gladly would.

Amsterdam- 21/01/2006.

Fridays

Not the chain of food and booze stores, but the actual days.
On Fridays I'm high with enthusiasm, I no longer care how the week went, until I remember with half-guilt, half-remorse, that I don't work, I study. And studying isn't set from 9-5, but you start with a 24/7 schedule, which you break down to pieces and then pinpointing your hours off. I don't think I have days off. But I pursue them. Oh, well.
On Fridays I usually go to C's. I spend the weekend there, but I'm not going this weekend. I have to stick to this chair and read Bennett's "New Media Power: the Internet and Global Activism" and then I have to read 4-5 more articles for my presentation. So, I am staying in but I'm meeting the other C tomorrow morning for a walk in town, since I haven't actually had a walk in London since last week and I haven't seen him for months.
I hope you all have epic weekends.

Legal Issues

Okay. Suppose you download music or movies from LimeWire, or Winmx or some other source of free entertaining values. Is it democratic or is it illegal? Is it desired or is it threatening? Do you download the movie, but then go to the theatre and see it anyway? Is the stress on film or music? Is the music industry -because music's easier to download- threatened by peer-2-peer? Is the peer a threat to the artist? Questions, questions.. As far as I'm concerned, the answer is quite simple. If you can't afford to buy a movie, go to the cinema or buy an album or go to the concert, the Internet is the ultimate budget playground. But the experience is never the same. Digitization in entertainment usually requires the physical presence of others, since there's no better joy for the fan -apart from meeting his/her idols- to mingle with other fans. Computer Mediated Communication in Fan Communities makes total sense to me, and it has made total sense to fans worldwide. That's why I'm writing my dissertation on it. Although it makes me feel a bit superficial and lighthearted, when I could have researched deeper into the human experience and interaction with the World Wide Web. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. But I know what I like and I like researching what I like. And, maybe some day, I'll research things that matter for the greater public good. Or I won't. But you have to make it through the day. Or the year.

Excuses, Excuses

I never got around to creating a blog, mostly because I don't believe in open diaries (although a lot of my close friends will argue opposite this). But I always believed in the power of excuses, and what is the best excuse to sit down in front of your computer (if you weren't lost in it anyway) and start talking about yourself and your viewpoints and your life and your your your (all about you- or most about you, the ammount of information that you know wouldn't jeopardize your well-being be it available for the public). So, instead of preparing a quite rigorous presentation on Online Activism and Computer Mediated Communication, I am instead baptizing this blog with the worst of excuses: sloth...