No One Is Alone

You Know…

nobodyisalone — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:11:23 +0000

Using uncommon words may seem to you like a method of attracting attention, but it really just makes your blog posts really difficult for me to read without hating you.

I hate the rush to be quirky nowadays, like it’s the only thing to do. It always seems forced, and I hate things that are forced.

I can’t escape these velvet drapes

nobodyisalone — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 21:13:39 +0000

I went for a long walk today, to take advantage of the rare sunny sky. And because I just wanted a think. So I popped on some Rufus Wainwright and walked out. Rufus really is quite good isn’t he (even if you hav to look up a lot of things to understand some of the lyrics).

So one of his songs, Barcelona, is about his fear of the AIDS epidemic which was occuring all around him at the time. He quotes an opera Macbeth, where he sees the ghost of Duncan and is terrified, saying ‘fuggi, regal fantasima’- begone regal ghost, the ghost in Rufus’ song being AIDS.

And I got to thinking about AIDS, it’s something which is unbelievable, it’s like something out of a science fiction book, something which is transmitted through contacts we generally view as sinful (shooting up/sex), and destroys the body’s ability to defend itself.

Im sure it’s the unbelievable nature of it, and the fact that we associate it as punishment almost, for having an addiction, or being lustfull, or (in some people’s mind), punishment for being gay, that has kept it from being something not a lot of us know much about. And if we did know, wouldn’t we be all the more afraid of it.

I know it’s idiotic to attempt to write a serious blog post as a 17 year old, but I need to purge some thoughts.

The summer sun set a vicious circus
When shadows held the world in place
But today i felt a chill in my apartment’s coolest place
Fuggi regal fantasima

The Exent of Boredom

nobodyisalone — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:04:36 +0000

I just made hand puppets at a mirror for 10 minutes.

Oh! Hamlet.

nobodyisalone — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 00:53:30 +0000

What a play it is.

Not that I don’t like the play. I do, I really do. I just really dislike the Danish Prince himself. In all his self-serving, antic, rationalising ways. He’s just not a pleasant character, and I really just want to give him a smack on the face and tell him to snap out of it and get over his obvious daddy issues. And if I did that, we might have a much shorter play and nobody has to die. Well one person has to die, but everyone else would be FINE.

I think a reason I dislike him, is because I really like Ophelia, and Hamlet is HORRID to the girl, he takes the most innocent and pure character in the whole play, in all of Elsinore- possibly in all of ‘rotten Denmark’, and abuses her and abuses her to the point where he has her on the very brink of sanity. And then he kills her father andpushes her over the brink and she starts being all dolally and crazy.

Alas poor little damned dolally crazy possibly pregnant Ophelia, Hamlet knew you well. But Hamlet was a dick.

A Very Midterm-y (late night) post.

nobodyisalone — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 00:07:09 +0000

Because I finally have time to not pass out from exhaustion.

So anyway. Life has returned to a steady steady steady steady grinding pace. Which is routinely grahhh. But eyy, who cares. I have a few fixture points which bring me a lot of joy. And also, someone told me today that I was “Looking well” which is compliment indeed. I need new clothes though. And a major hair cut/dye job.

But appearance aside, I have a new joy- Portfolio Class. Which is exciting as hell. Not that the thought of hell excites me that much, but Portfolio is brilliant fun! We have to start with an object (in my case, an apple), and relate it to a theme (memory, food, mechanisms and habitat), I picked memory- so the cultural memory of apples in society. The auld “forbidden fruit”, “temptation”. It’s the first time in art, I’ve ever had to properly THINK about the things I did in art. Drawing/painting etc, for a REASON, is something very new and very, very exciting.

I had no idea I could sound this excited in type at 1.06 in the morning, but there you go.

School failwork

nobodyisalone — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 18:52:12 +0000

This is what happens when you leave me to type an essay on the Odyssey’s first four chapters

The Odyssey.
Is a book
I
Am reading
Oh dear
This didn’t work out well

or so I find 2 hours later after getting distracted.Bah.

Confessions

nobodyisalone — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:58:53 +0000

No I’m not really doing the mountain of homework due for friday, (including a massive essay on the Odyssey), Instead I’m blogging, reading and doing just about everyting that isn’t homework.

And yes, that outfit did make you look fat.

The Absolute Glory of Soundtracks

nobodyisalone — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:19:45 +0000

Its been a constant fact of my life that my music taste has always strayed from convention.
I never developed a love of bands, an enjoyment at going to concerts, and I have 2 non compilation, non soundtrack albums.
When I was in my (transition??) phase, when I cared about everyones opinions, I was embarrassed to show people my iPod, with its multiple musicals, Disney songs and a few soundtracks.
My personality has changed, and I now embrace the soundtrack as my favourite form of music. Nothing is better than hearing strings crechendo as you walk past a Tesco,
nothing is more magical than walking through a darkened street, with a dainty piano piece playing in your head.

And now I want to shamelessly plug the soundtrack to Atonement

It, like the movie and the book from which it derives, is a beautiful, and sad thing. By far the best aspect is the use of typewriter noises as a beat. Utter soundtrackgasm.
Also go for a listen to

Coco Avant Chanel
Memoirs of a Geisha
Sense and Sensibility

Also, this post may have a lie in it soon, as I may be going to see Flo and the Mash with a friend.
In concert. Hold onto your hats and glasses, its going to be a wild ride.
Love always
Andy

Into the Woods

nobodyisalone — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:16:49 +0000

Into the wild.

And so the 5th year began.
To be honest, I far prefer some structure rather than last years empty timetable and pointless activities. But so so so so so much work. Jeepers. I’m half excited and half terrified of screwing up my life. What a silly idea to decide ones whole future at this point in ones life.
Anyway.

I’ve started having these moments lately, where I escape to a fantasy, or relate a moment in my life to a film.
Lately I’ve had a lot of moments where my life has been equatable to Emma. Not that I’ve become Gweneth Paltrow all of a sudden. I ‘ve ended up in a spot where I care less about my love life and relationships.
And a lot more about other peoples. Its relatively interesting, kind of like culturing an ant farm.
The other moments of escape involve this little copse behind my house. Its a little forest path that bridges two golf courses. I’ve spent so much time walking down it I’ve become accustomed to its moods.
It can be so different copletely depending on the light and weather. In my distraction I usually spend about 15/20 minutes walking what should be a 10 minute journey. I have now decided it is my favourite place.

So my life at the moment is one of busyness and distraction, fighting each other like dogs against each other.

Echoes Into the Void

nobodyisalone — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 23:08:41 +0000

I dread writing the first post on here.
I am excited for all the others, but the introduction nerves me out a little. I mean opinions can change over time, but judgement is passed so quickly.
I plan to ramble over this blog, spewing out my various obsessions over the way, mixed in with some stuff about my life and times. Which are (thankfully), very usual and steady. And dramaless.
I’ve never been one for drama.
Of course I know the space is far too wide for this to ever reach significance. But I do imagine, in future times, I’ll look at past posts and remember.

yours for the very first (and hopefully not the very last) time,
Andy