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I’m a great believer in pushing little personal boundaries and limits. In the last two or three weeks, I’ve been cycling to and from the city every day or two living in Midland, having not been on a bike for years; I might be exhausted, but I proved to myself that it wasn’t actually impossible, it just requires commitment. That, and selling my car, which effectively gave me no choice.
That said, there are some limits I’m not sure I’ll ever overcome. I made my way into the city last night to take some social photos at Twist Up, which is a swing and 60’s inspired night that a friend of mine runs at Gilkisons. I’ve done social photos once or twice in the past and found it impossible, but in the spirit of pushing boundaries, I agreed to give it a go.
I ended up with 28 photos and had to leave because I felt so uncomfortable. I know a few people who do this sort of thing for work every week, and I admire them for their social ability and philanthropic natures as they do a great job of it. I’ve also seen some truly creepy weirdos hassling girls with their cameras. For whatever reason, it makes me feel like an absolute alien and I almost freaked out entirely from panic and anxiety, despite the fact that in general, I’m very relaxed in social situations.
It’s not for me. I applaud people who can do that kind of work, but it is so far outside my comfort zone; I’m happy to leave it to the professionals. It’s one boundary that might never be broken, and you know what? That is totally okay. We all have things we’re good at, and things we struggle with. That’s life. I hope everyone’s having a great weekend.
Because Adelaide felt like home to me from the moment I stepped off the plane the very first time I was there back in 2011. It felt like home in a way that Perth has never felt, and that I only vaguely remember of Sydney. Because I have wonderful, supportive, amazing friends over there who have always had a couch for me to sleep on and a way to and from the airport. And because it was good timing with the end of our leases and a nice time of year to jump across; this will be the first year in about 6 or 7 that I’m not working Christmas Eve and New Years Eve, which is great.
I’ve been asked this a lot and people seem confused, but places are made of the people that live there; Adelaide is a fantastic place.
you probably already know this well enough but you are very very attractive|
Thank you for taking the time out of your own day to write something nice to someone, rather than something negative, or even just nothing at all. That rules, and I hope it made you smile doing so. People should reach out and say something nice more often. I mean, I don’t really know how else to respond because I only have this one body I was born into that I just ride around in. It’s healthy and I’m pretty happy with it, and I just wake up every morning feeling grateful that it looks more or less the same and I haven’t been attacked by anything in my sleep, like a million flesh-eating ants or spiders. I live in Midland, see.
Besides, I bet you have a totally awesome physical body yourself. Have a lovely night, wherever you are!
edit: Reading this back, I must add that this is completely serious. I apologise if it came off flippant and dismissive. To me, my appearance isn’t important at all, and I’m just happy that I’m healthy and able most of the time. We all like to look certain ways and I’m the same, but that’s just personal enjoyment more than anything. The thank you was certainly sincere. As was my being grateful for every day I don’t wake up dead from insect torture.
It’s an odd feeling throwing out, donating or selling almost everything you own. I’m in the process of whittling my belongings down to a couple of suitcases and it is both relieving and frightening.
For the most part, it’s a breath of fresh air. I feel like part of the reason people enjoy traveling so much is that they’re living with the necessities, not living with a house full of crap that is cluttering their space and their minds. Maybe this isn’t something anyone notices, but I know that I feel much more free when I just have a suitcase of clothes and my camera gear for a few weeks. Which is what I’m leaving Perth with.
It’s frightening though in the same way as letting go of the edge of the boat is. You’re not attached to anything, you don’t have things to make you feel secure and safe (even if those things have inherently no value at all). You own very little to fall back on. However, it’s exhilarating in the same way letting go of the boat and just swimming freely is.
We don’t really need much.
Interested to know your opinion on the new touche amore record?|
To be totally honest, I’ve listened to it twice. These days, generally I’ll just put on the first thing that springs to mind. Unfortunately for everyone else, for the last few months that’s been Balance and Composure, Title Fight and Lorde, with a smattering of a few other records and the radio to break it up. The new Touche Amore record didn’t grab me, but it’s likely that I’ll discover it at some point over the next year or so and come to love it.
The internet is a tool, and everything you see is an advertisement. This post is an advertisement of my ability to write semi-eloquently and have meaningful thoughts that I feel are worth sharing. It’s an advertisement of me sitting at home on a Saturday night thinking about absurdities. There’s an unspoken hope that maybe it makes you think “Man, this dude has a cool brain,” and your opinion of me is slightly raised.
Every piece of information on this thing you’re looking at right now, whether it’s a computer, tablet or phone, is an advertisement for something, for someone. Everyone’s selling themselves in some way or another. Advertising their worth, telling the world about something they’re good at or something they did well today, looking for a pat on the back in some way. Everything is value-adding. Everyone’s looking for some kind of positive outcome from every piece of information they put into this thing, even negative information. Everyone’s saying “I’m great!” to this abyss and hoping something comes back to them across the void.
I can’t see it any other way anymore, and it makes me wince when I put something out there self-congratulatory in nature. I have some work in two big Australian music magazines this month, but I’m sure people will see that in due course, there’s no reason to be like “Hey everyone check out my photos in magazine whatever!” because to me, that’s so much less about the photos (which are published on here and my website anyway) and more about adding value to my personality and pointing out that I am a reasonably talented and relevant artist and everyone should value me slightly more because of it.
Honestly? Man, screw that. What’s the point? I’m tired of this constant barrage of people reminding the world of whatever virtues they hold rather than simply living, exercising those virtues practically and just being truly present in each passing moment, with or without company. That feeling of being totally present in mind, body and soul when you’re doing something you truly love and being everything you are shouldn’t feel as unusual and exhilarating as it does.
I think it comes down to motivation. The extremely pure enjoyment and satisfaction in immediate moments makes talking about them later seem washed out and redundant. In a practical sense, I feel my work should always be more about enjoying each moment of creation and being happy and fulfilled in that than literally anything else. Externally, as long as the client is happy, then it’s a job well done. What purpose does wider praise serve if I’ve enjoyed the process?
We’ve learned somewhere along the way that it’s somehow more important to be recognised more widely for the things we do than it is to wholly enjoy each moment of doing something we love and moving on to the next loving moment. If it comes at all, I’d rather be praised for who and what I am in the moments I am sharing myself by being truly present, than be praised by telling everyone about myself and my achievements on the internet later.
Are you spiritual? Do you believe in ghosts? What makes an airplane safe?|
I’m very much a spiritual person. I don’t really put it out there too much, or write about it on here a whole lot, because I think spiritual belief is something personal and individual. Everyone believes what they believe, and I think people find an ideology that makes sense to them at various points in their lives.
To quickly summarize it all: I’m a firm believer in the idea of reincarnation, and there being multiple planes of existence around the physical one we hang out in for our lives here. I believe those planes are as big as the physical universe, and contain souls and energy from all planets that harbour physical life. I believe that some souls are reincarnated on different planets too. I don’t believe in coincidences, but I also don’t feel shackled by fate. You might level a claim of hypocrisy at that, but that’s just how I feel about it all. I believe in ghosts as the souls and energy of people who haven’t quite let go of their lives here, and some of those get very frustrated, confused and very angry at their situation, which is sad, not terrifying.
Among other things.
As for airplanes: Is anything inherently safe? Even sitting at home, the roof could fall in. I’ve spent a fair bit of time on planes and never really second-guessed it, but I figure that if that’s how you’re meant to go out, then that’s how you’re meant to go out. I’d rather take the risk so I can see as much of the world as possible.
As an afterthought: Life is inherently unsafe as we all die at some point during it. Might as well make the most of whatever time we do have to hang out and have fun.
Are you and the girl who lives with you dating?|
The girl who I share a house with’s name is Tam, and no, we aren’t dating nor have we ever dated. We’ve been really good friends for a long time and when Duncan moved out about this time last year, she was looking for somewhere to live up here, having been back in Bunbury for a while, so it worked out really well for everyone involved. She’s one of the handful of people I’m really going to miss when I move to Adelaide soon, but she’s also moving to Melbourne shortly after so we’ll still be able to hang out pretty often, which rules.
I’ve been asked this many times over the years, and it’s worth noting that the majority of my close friends are female, some of whom are married, and one of which I will be living with in Adelaide. And I am entirely not interested in dating at this point in my life, I have too much else to do! However, having great, supportive friends is fantastic and all I could really ask for.