Sunday, October 31, 2010
self expression
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Harry Champman
Jackson Nieuwland October 10 at 12:55am
hi harry
its tom!
we went to school together
remember?
can i interview you for my blog?
Harry Chapman October 10 at 2:13am
Yes, but I will almost certainly have nothing interesting to say
haha
Jackson Nieuwland October 10 at 2:16am
it's my job as the interviewer to make you interesting =)
can we do it through these fb messages?
Harry Chapman October 10 at 2:18am
Yep, however you like
Jackson Nieuwland October 11 at 5:28am
okay
we used to hang out a bit. now whenever i see you around we say hi to each other but i'm never sure if i should stop to chat and catch up. i find it kind of awkward. the question is: where do you see this relationship going?
Harry Chapman October 12 at 5:47pm
I'm a pretty awkward person. My default position with acquaintances is polite indifference I guess, unless they make an effort. I don't particularly like initiating things in case the person involved is like: this is so awkward, ew I wish he would leave me alone. Them making an effort is an indication that they think I'm okay and then I might respond. So this is a very round about way of saying, I see my relationship with you going nowhere unless you make an effort? Haha excuse my confused ramblings
Jackson Nieuwland October 12 at 10:54pm
good answer. i'm the same I think. you have quite a sizeable internet presence: facebook, twitter, lastfm, tumblr, flickr, wordpress, maybe other things i'm not aware of. do you care to comment on this? do you use them all for different reasons? prefer any of them? i find it way less awkward to interact with people online, do you agree?
Harry Chapman October 15 at 6:24pm
Sorry this is a little slow coming back. Had a pretty busy week.
Yeah I guess that's true. I guess I like to try different things to see what they're like - which might flow from some delusional impulse to strike it big through some new kind of media.
Yeah I think they all have different uses. Tumblr and twitter are more spontaneous and inconsequential. I think tumblr is my favorite - there are lots of nice people from Wellington, a choice little community. I try and keep my wordpress blog for ideas and when I've actually thought about something for a while rather than stream-of-consciousness. I normally don't create much on facebook/twitter/flickr, just lurk and look at what other people do.
Yeah, I definitely think that online interactions are way less awkward. There's no pressure to immediately say something, and you don't have to mess about with eye contact or body language or whatever, you can just relax and talk more easily. Admittedly, I have had some pretty awkward conversations on the internet. Those ones on facebook where it's flagging right from the beginning, and there are epic pauses where both of you try and figure out something to say. I'm kind of hesitant to ever start a conversation on facebook or whatever because I don't ever want to have the responsibility of keeping a dying conversation going... haha
Yeah I guess that's true. I guess I like to try different things to see what they're like - which might flow from some delusional impulse to strike it big through some new kind of media.
Yeah I think they all have different uses. Tumblr and twitter are more spontaneous and inconsequential. I think tumblr is my favorite - there are lots of nice people from Wellington, a choice little community. I try and keep my wordpress blog for ideas and when I've actually thought about something for a while rather than stream-of-consciousness. I normally don't create much on facebook/twitter/flickr, just lurk and look at what other people do.
Yeah, I definitely think that online interactions are way less awkward. There's no pressure to immediately say something, and you don't have to mess about with eye contact or body language or whatever, you can just relax and talk more easily. Admittedly, I have had some pretty awkward conversations on the internet. Those ones on facebook where it's flagging right from the beginning, and there are epic pauses where both of you try and figure out something to say. I'm kind of hesitant to ever start a conversation on facebook or whatever because I don't ever want to have the responsibility of keeping a dying conversation going... haha
Jackson Nieuwland October 15 at 6:59pm
when a facebook conversation gets awkward i just 'go offline' and hope they think my internet is on the fritz.
i think technology has trained me to be impatient. i was getting annoyed at you for not replying, which is pretty unreasonable. are you a patient person? do you think the internet effects your patience? ever write people physical letters instead of email? txt much?
i think technology has trained me to be impatient. i was getting annoyed at you for not replying, which is pretty unreasonable. are you a patient person? do you think the internet effects your patience? ever write people physical letters instead of email? txt much?
Harry Chapman October 16 at 5:26pm
Yeah I'm pretty sure my excessive computer and internet use has made me impatient and reduced my attention span. I find it really hard to sit down and try and read complicated/long university readings, my mind wanders pretty quickly unless it's engaging. Watching all those short youtube videos and constantly flicking between things on the internet can't have helped! But yeah, I like to think of myself as a pretty patient person I guess. I much prefer waiting for something to happen rather than trying to force it to happen, if that makes sense?
I've written a few letters to people. I have a quasi pen-pal in Boston. Receiving a letter is much more exciting than sending an email or a message on facebook. You tend to put a lot more thought into it, and then there's the anticipation of waiting for a reply. There's just something about emails that doesn't quite capture the wonder of letters for me. To think that someone has sat down at a desk, got out some paper and a pen, and sat there thinking about what they're going to say is so much nicer than the thought of them tapping at a computer keyboard distractedly.
No, I don't text that much. Being able to text is pretty useful, but it also is pretty frustrating sometimes. Like when you're trying to organize an event between unassertive people, and there are constant backwards and forwards over what time, where, yada yada. A phone call can accomplish so much more, so much more quickly, but I guess they've sort of gone out of fashion - I can't remember the last time I called one of my friends. Bring back the humble telephone call I say
I've written a few letters to people. I have a quasi pen-pal in Boston. Receiving a letter is much more exciting than sending an email or a message on facebook. You tend to put a lot more thought into it, and then there's the anticipation of waiting for a reply. There's just something about emails that doesn't quite capture the wonder of letters for me. To think that someone has sat down at a desk, got out some paper and a pen, and sat there thinking about what they're going to say is so much nicer than the thought of them tapping at a computer keyboard distractedly.
No, I don't text that much. Being able to text is pretty useful, but it also is pretty frustrating sometimes. Like when you're trying to organize an event between unassertive people, and there are constant backwards and forwards over what time, where, yada yada. A phone call can accomplish so much more, so much more quickly, but I guess they've sort of gone out of fashion - I can't remember the last time I called one of my friends. Bring back the humble telephone call I say
Jackson Nieuwland October 16 at 5:31pm
my problem is that i don't answer the phone when it rings. i think this interview is going pretty well. do you agree? do you ever think about the meaning of life and shit? do you use much profanity? do you like the way i barrage you with multiple questions in each message?
Harry Chapman October 17 at 8:52pm
You don't answer the phone when it rings?! Why the devil not?
Yeah it's going better than I thought it would.
I don't really think about the meaning of life that much. I think it's fair to say my parents have had a big impact on my idea of a good life. I guess I think that in order for a life to be fulfilling it's important to make a difference to the world somehow. I know it's not possible for everyone, but ultimately I think if you were to just seek out money for it's own sake and not make a contribution to the well-being of society, you're not going to have a very good/satisfying life? So what I'm saying I guess is that part of the meaning of life involves a responsibility to help out the rest of humanity somehow. Like, there's more to life than just earning lots of money and looking out for yourself, a bit of compassion and altruism has to come into it. But, then again, that's just my two cents. As long as you're happy you're probably doing something right.
I don't really swear that much. Not sure why? I probably need to let loose more and live life on the profane edge haha
I don't mind. It means the interview is covering a lot of ground quickly! I'm impressed that you can think up all these questions, I would be in a pickle if I were doing the interviewing.
Yeah it's going better than I thought it would.
I don't really think about the meaning of life that much. I think it's fair to say my parents have had a big impact on my idea of a good life. I guess I think that in order for a life to be fulfilling it's important to make a difference to the world somehow. I know it's not possible for everyone, but ultimately I think if you were to just seek out money for it's own sake and not make a contribution to the well-being of society, you're not going to have a very good/satisfying life? So what I'm saying I guess is that part of the meaning of life involves a responsibility to help out the rest of humanity somehow. Like, there's more to life than just earning lots of money and looking out for yourself, a bit of compassion and altruism has to come into it. But, then again, that's just my two cents. As long as you're happy you're probably doing something right.
I don't really swear that much. Not sure why? I probably need to let loose more and live life on the profane edge haha
I don't mind. It means the interview is covering a lot of ground quickly! I'm impressed that you can think up all these questions, I would be in a pickle if I were doing the interviewing.
Jackson Nieuwland October 17 at 9:02pm
i don't answer the phone because i'm terrified that it will be someone i don't want to talk to. much of my life is ruled by these kinds of unreasonable fears. you have a pretty good concept of the meaning of life for one who contemplates it so little. your parents must be pretty smart. do you still live with them? if so: plans of moving out? if not: what's the current living situation like? your idea f the meaning of life reminded me of something i've realised recently: that i am most happy when making other people happy. do you think this applies to you also? also you used to work at tradeaid yes? was that because you wanted to help the rest of humanity? are you still there? if not: why? do they still stock those fair trade chucks-lookalikes? i'd quite like a pair of those
Harry Chapman October 19 at 10:29pm
Yeah my parents are really smart people. They both have PhDs - I have a pretty academic family. I'm still at home, probably moving out some time next year I think? The problem is that this house is really close to university, cheap, and it's the status quo. There's no pressure to leave but I'm getting a bit antsy.
Hum, I'm not really sure what makes me happy. Altruism is good, I guess, but self-interest has probably got to come into it as well.
I did indeed work at Trade Aid. Yeah, I just thought, here I am living my easy middle class life in a developed country, I should really do something for someone else because it's completely arbitrary that I was born into this position. I'm not sure if I really made a difference, but I tried. I'm going to try and give away as much of my salary as I can when I'm old and have lots of disposable income. The moral and political philosophy course I'm just finishing has been quite an eye-opener. But it's hard to be conscientious and to actually achieve anything - I don't really have any answers.
I stopped volunteering there when I went to London this year. And when I came back I wanted to get a paying job (self-interest trumped altruism haha).
They stopped selling those no-sweat sneakers a while back, it was a (admittedly ethical) for-profit company which sort of went against Trade Aid's philosophy I think. Also, they were pretty badly made. The ones I bought fell apart super quick ;) But if I haven't discouraged you I think you can still order them online haha
Hum, I'm not really sure what makes me happy. Altruism is good, I guess, but self-interest has probably got to come into it as well.
I did indeed work at Trade Aid. Yeah, I just thought, here I am living my easy middle class life in a developed country, I should really do something for someone else because it's completely arbitrary that I was born into this position. I'm not sure if I really made a difference, but I tried. I'm going to try and give away as much of my salary as I can when I'm old and have lots of disposable income. The moral and political philosophy course I'm just finishing has been quite an eye-opener. But it's hard to be conscientious and to actually achieve anything - I don't really have any answers.
I stopped volunteering there when I went to London this year. And when I came back I wanted to get a paying job (self-interest trumped altruism haha).
They stopped selling those no-sweat sneakers a while back, it was a (admittedly ethical) for-profit company which sort of went against Trade Aid's philosophy I think. Also, they were pretty badly made. The ones I bought fell apart super quick ;) But if I haven't discouraged you I think you can still order them online haha
Jackson Nieuwland October 19 at 11:57pm
you successfully put me off the shoes. that philosophy course sounds cool. what are you majoring in? how long have you been at uni for now? enjoying it? made any good friends there? what's the story behind the london trip?
Harry Chapman October 23 at 10:26pm
Oh my god what it's the 23rd of October! Sorry, I'm really bad at this replying to questions business.
Yeah the course is really cool. I thought it was a politics course to begin with (it's double coded POLS/PHIL in the catalogue) so I was a bit surprised when it turned out to be so intensely philosophical.
I'm majoring in politics and history. With a bit of economics, or at least I'm planning to do some more. I'm just about to finish my first half of second year. I do enjoy it, all my courses are really interesting, but it can be a bit oppressive sometimes? Like I know working 40 hours a week for minimum wage or whatever would be infinitely harder, but it just seems sometimes like there is a vast number of assignments and exams and readings to do stretching off into the future with no end in sight. I always procrastinate and don't do the stuff I need to do and then it weighs on my mind all the time and I constantly feel guilty. But yeah, gotta love that university! Oh yeah!
I don't think I've made very many friends at university really? I've just become better friends with people I already knew from high school. It's kind of depressing, I should probably make more of an effort to branch out, and like, expand my friend horizons? But all the people I know already are cool, so most of the time I can't be bothered. I probably should have gone to some kind of hostel instead of living at home?
My parents are both academics and went on sabbatical (work holiday thing) to London. I sort of just went along? I'm pretty lucky really. I volunteered for a Labour MP for the elections. It was pretty cool, she won by more votes than last time! It was good to experience politics first hand I think, studying politics you sometimes forget there are all these individual stories and candidates battling it out on a very human scale, dealing with things that might seem inconsequential to everyone else. Haha
Yeah the course is really cool. I thought it was a politics course to begin with (it's double coded POLS/PHIL in the catalogue) so I was a bit surprised when it turned out to be so intensely philosophical.
I'm majoring in politics and history. With a bit of economics, or at least I'm planning to do some more. I'm just about to finish my first half of second year. I do enjoy it, all my courses are really interesting, but it can be a bit oppressive sometimes? Like I know working 40 hours a week for minimum wage or whatever would be infinitely harder, but it just seems sometimes like there is a vast number of assignments and exams and readings to do stretching off into the future with no end in sight. I always procrastinate and don't do the stuff I need to do and then it weighs on my mind all the time and I constantly feel guilty. But yeah, gotta love that university! Oh yeah!
I don't think I've made very many friends at university really? I've just become better friends with people I already knew from high school. It's kind of depressing, I should probably make more of an effort to branch out, and like, expand my friend horizons? But all the people I know already are cool, so most of the time I can't be bothered. I probably should have gone to some kind of hostel instead of living at home?
My parents are both academics and went on sabbatical (work holiday thing) to London. I sort of just went along? I'm pretty lucky really. I volunteered for a Labour MP for the elections. It was pretty cool, she won by more votes than last time! It was good to experience politics first hand I think, studying politics you sometimes forget there are all these individual stories and candidates battling it out on a very human scale, dealing with things that might seem inconsequential to everyone else. Haha
Jackson Nieuwland October 24 at 1:16pm
i've dropped out of uni enough times to know what you mean about the oppressiveness of it. so it looks like a political future for you? where do you see yourself in five years? ten? twenty? fifty?
Harry Chapman October 27 at 8:52pm
I like your photo. I have a tshirt with scream on it - it's my favourite piece of clothing.
Hmm I'm not sure about politics. Maybe? It seems like a lot of work, and politicians need to be really smart and think quick on their feet and charismatic I guess? It's like an impossible shopping list of desirable attributes, and I don't think I make the cut haha. Also there are a whole lot of people who lose out for the ones who make it. Pretty harsh.
In five years? I'm not sure. Maybe I will have finished a Masters or something. Or decided I've had enough after undergraduate. Hopefully I'll be remotely qualified to actually do something. When I think about what I'll know when my degree is finished it kind of freaks me out - because it's not going to be a whole lot more than now and I can't see how I'm going to have tangible skills or whatever. Hopefully I will have got out of my shell a bit?
Ten years... uhm I'll be 29. Hopefully I'll have a choice job somewhere. Something interesting, where I don't dread going to work, something that is making a difference in some small way?
Twenty.. hopefully have still have a good job, a good relationship, maybe some kids? God it's too far away
Fifty. Hopefully I'll be happy? And I will have achieved something in my life?
Thinking about the future is weird. It's hard to know if I'll a different person or the same, just older.
Hmm I'm not sure about politics. Maybe? It seems like a lot of work, and politicians need to be really smart and think quick on their feet and charismatic I guess? It's like an impossible shopping list of desirable attributes, and I don't think I make the cut haha. Also there are a whole lot of people who lose out for the ones who make it. Pretty harsh.
In five years? I'm not sure. Maybe I will have finished a Masters or something. Or decided I've had enough after undergraduate. Hopefully I'll be remotely qualified to actually do something. When I think about what I'll know when my degree is finished it kind of freaks me out - because it's not going to be a whole lot more than now and I can't see how I'm going to have tangible skills or whatever. Hopefully I will have got out of my shell a bit?
Ten years... uhm I'll be 29. Hopefully I'll have a choice job somewhere. Something interesting, where I don't dread going to work, something that is making a difference in some small way?
Twenty.. hopefully have still have a good job, a good relationship, maybe some kids? God it's too far away
Fifty. Hopefully I'll be happy? And I will have achieved something in my life?
Thinking about the future is weird. It's hard to know if I'll a different person or the same, just older.
Jackson Nieuwland October 28 at 1:31pm
i love that painting. in terms of the future i believe that nothing ever changes. thanks for the interview, i had fun. last question: would you like to join http://lotsofsentences.blogspot.com/ ?
Harry Chapman October 29 at 11:19pm
I'm not sure about that. I think things change. I think it's pretty much impossible to imagine what's going to happen in the future. Everybody in the 50s or whatever all thought we would be driving flying cars to work by now. I reckon it's the same for individuals - if you look into the future you're just going to be way off in your predictions. Think of all the unlikely events that happen everyday. I'm banking on things getting a whole lot more awesome, but who knows what's going to happen.
No, thank you! I had fun too. Yes I would like to join. But I'm going to need a little guidance?
No, thank you! I had fun too. Yes I would like to join. But I'm going to need a little guidance?
Jackson Nieuwland October 29 at 11:46pm
guidance you shall have.
so it's cool if I post all of this? nothing you wanna change?
so it's cool if I post all of this? nothing you wanna change?
Harry Chapman October 29 at 11:51pm
Yeah, it's fine to post everything!
http://howdystranger.wordpress.com/
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Short Play 12
1: What's you name?
2: Anonymiss.
1: So you're female?
2: No, I'm just bad at spelling
2: Anonymiss.
1: So you're female?
2: No, I'm just bad at spelling
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Metaphor
I wrote a novel in chalk on a basketball court.
Then the rain came and my thoughts got warped.
I read it back and it was better than before.
And of course this is just a clever metaphor
Then the rain came and my thoughts got warped.
I read it back and it was better than before.
And of course this is just a clever metaphor
Monday, October 18, 2010
7 Days
22/09/2010
Today I saw a man whose feet were turned ninety degrees inwards. He walked with a certain swagger because he had to keep his legs further apart than most people. He was wearing a suit. It was a nice suit but he was not wearing it nicely. It was untucked and at a strange angle. His shoes were shiny.
24/09/2010
They scanned my elbow today. I had to lie, topless, on my side with my arm held straight above my head. It took fifteen minutes. My shoulder got sore from holding the position. It is good that I am sleeping in a bed again, otherwise the ache would be compounded.
08/10/2010
Today there was a girl leading a boy around the library. She was either looking for a book or a private area.
11/10/2010
Last night I didn’t sleep.
14/10/2010
I just talked to a complete stranger and it made me smile. This is strange because usually I don’t like talking to people unless I know them very well and even then not much. He was from Portugal. He looked exactly like someone I went to high school with. I looked exactly like his friend from Austria.
17/10/2010
I was at a party, surrounded by people. I felt lonely so I came home. I am lying in bed. I am lonely.
19/10/2010
I tidied my room. I threw away the mouldy meal my flatmate made for me. I didn’t eat it because it had chicken in it. I hung up my shirts and folded my other clothes. I put lots of pieces of paper in the rubbish bin. I emptied the rubbish bin. It was satisfying.
Today I saw a man whose feet were turned ninety degrees inwards. He walked with a certain swagger because he had to keep his legs further apart than most people. He was wearing a suit. It was a nice suit but he was not wearing it nicely. It was untucked and at a strange angle. His shoes were shiny.
24/09/2010
They scanned my elbow today. I had to lie, topless, on my side with my arm held straight above my head. It took fifteen minutes. My shoulder got sore from holding the position. It is good that I am sleeping in a bed again, otherwise the ache would be compounded.
08/10/2010
Today there was a girl leading a boy around the library. She was either looking for a book or a private area.
11/10/2010
Last night I didn’t sleep.
14/10/2010
I just talked to a complete stranger and it made me smile. This is strange because usually I don’t like talking to people unless I know them very well and even then not much. He was from Portugal. He looked exactly like someone I went to high school with. I looked exactly like his friend from Austria.
17/10/2010
I was at a party, surrounded by people. I felt lonely so I came home. I am lying in bed. I am lonely.
19/10/2010
I tidied my room. I threw away the mouldy meal my flatmate made for me. I didn’t eat it because it had chicken in it. I hung up my shirts and folded my other clothes. I put lots of pieces of paper in the rubbish bin. I emptied the rubbish bin. It was satisfying.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Befriend Your Leaders
Feed them chicken nuggets and popcorn chicken and popcorn and creamed corn and icecream.
Give them back rubs.
Follow the rules.
Remember their birthdays and give them extremely personal gifts.
Wear clean underwear.
Only play songs from the approved playlist.
Dance embarrassingly
Give them back rubs.
Follow the rules.
Remember their birthdays and give them extremely personal gifts.
Wear clean underwear.
Only play songs from the approved playlist.
Dance embarrassingly
Thursday, October 14, 2010
25
It’s 3am in the morning
He puts his key in the door.
It’s 4am in the morning
He checks his email.
It’s 5am in the morning
He makes a cup of coffee, finds no milk in the fridge, pours his drink into the sink.
It’s 6am in the morning
He writes, reads, writes, writes, reads, writes.
It’s 7am in the morning
He turns on the radio, shuffles through stations, turns off the radio, leans back in his chair.
It’s 8am in the morning
He walks to the mailbox, brings the mail up to his office, shuffles through it, leaves one letter on his desk, takes the rest downstairs to the paper shredder, shreds it, carries the shreddings down the hall to a storage room, puts them in a plastic bag, carries the bag upstairs, puts it in a bin, walks back to his office, sits down on his chair.
It’s 9am in the morning
He reads the letter, stares at it, turns in over, sees nothing on the back, turns it back over, reads it, stares at it, turns it over, sees nothing on the back, turns it back over, reads it, stares at it, turns it over, sees nothing on the back, puts it down on his desk.
It’s 10am in the morning
He makes a phone call, he can’t understand what the person on the other end is saying, he thought they were supposed to organise a translator, he supposes they thought he was supposed to organise a translator, he hangs up, he looks at the clock, he realises it’s 6am in the morning in Beijing, he looks down at his notes, he was supposed to ring at 1pm in the afternoon.
It’s 11am in the morning
He walks to the doorstep, picks up the newspaper, brings it up to his office, turns through every page, picks up a pair of scissors, carefully cuts out three articles, leaves the articles on his desk, takes the rest downstairs to the paper shredder, shreds it, carries the shreddings down the hall to a storage room, puts them in a plastic bag, carries the bag upstairs, puts it in a bin, walks back to his office, sits down on his chair.
It’s 12pm noon
He opens his briefcase, takes out a plastic bag holding a tuna sandwich, a banana, and a small box of raisins, he lays it on his desk, opens it, takes out each item one by one, lays them side by side, he walks down to the kitchen, takes a glass from out of a cupboard, fills it with water from the tap, brings it up to his office, puts it down on his desk, picks it up and takes a sip, puts it down on his desk, unwraps the sandwich from its plastic, peels the banana, lays it on the sandwich’s plastic, opens the box of raisins, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, eats the sandwich, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, eats the banana, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, empties the box of raisins on the banana’s plastic, eats them one at a time, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, picks up the glass, finishes the water with a big gulp, puts it down on the desk.
It’s 1pm in the afternoon
He makes a phone call, he holds the receiver to his hear for one minute, no one picks up on the other end, he hangs up.
It’s 2pm in the afternoon
He is on the toilet.
It’s 3pm in the afternoon
He hears a knock at the door, he walks downstairs and opens the door, there's no one there, he looks up and down the street, there's no one there, he presses the doorbell, it rings, he looks up and down the street, there's no one there, he closes the door.
It's 4pm in the afternoon
He double clicks on a folder on the computer screen, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he clicks on the x at the top right, the folder closes, he double clicks on the first folder.
It's 5pm in the evening
He falls off his chair, one of the wheels has popped off, he tries to put it back on, he can't, he picks up the chair, takes it downstairs, takes it outside and leaves it by the mailbox, he walks back upstairs to his office, he picks up the wheel, takes it downstairs, takes it outside and leaves it next to the chair, he walks inside, he opens a door, inside is a room full of chairs stacked on top of each other, he picks up the closest one and puts it down beside him, he closes the room full of chairs, he picks up the chair and carries it upstairs to his office, he puts the chair down, he sits down.
It's 6pm in the evening
He stares at the computer screen, it is the only thing lighting the room, he blinks, he gets up and flicks the light switch, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he walks through all the rooms upstairs trying their light switches, none of them work, he walks through all the rooms downstairs trying their light switches only the one in the kitchen works, he walks upstairs and puts all his papers in his briefcase, he turns off the computer, he takes his briefcase downstairs and puts it on the kitchen bench, he sits down.
Its 7pm in the evening
He takes a ciggirette from his breast pocket, he puts it in his mouth, he takes it out of his mouth, he throws it at the rubbish bin, he misses, he stands up and goes and picks up the ciggirette, he drops it in the bin, he goes back to his chair and sits down.
It's 8pm at night
He glances at the coffee in the sink, he keeps working for a few seconds, he glances at the coffee in the sink, he keeps working for a few seconds, glances at the coffe in the sink, he stands up, he runs the cold tap untill all the coffee has been washed away, he turns off the tap, sits down, he hears a drip, he glances at the cold tap, it's dripping, he keeps on working for a few seconds, he glances at the cold tap, it's dripping, he keeps working.
It's 9pm at night
He takes a clearfile out of his briefcase, he opens it, he takes the sheet of paper out of the first pocket, he lays it on the bench, he takes the sheet of paper out of the second pocket, he lays it on the bench, he picks up the sheet of paper from the first pocket and puts it in the second pocket, he picks up the sheet of paper from the second pocket and puts it in the first pocket, he closes the clearfile and puts it back in his briefcase.
It's 10pm at night
He feels his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, he takes it out to check the message, there is no message, he puts the phone back in his pocket, he takes the phone out of his pocket and navigates to his inbox, there are no unread messages, he puts the phone back in his pocket, he takes the phone out of his pocket.
It's 11pm at night
He glances at the cold tap, it's stopped dripping.
It's 12 pm at night
He checks the time on his watch, he checks the time on his cellphone, he checks the time on his watch, he checks the time on his cellphone, he checks the time on his watch, he changes the time on his cellphone to match the time on his watch.
It's 1am at night
He sees a spider crawling along the kitchen bench, he slaps his hand down on it, he looks at his palm, there is dead spider on it, he stands up, he goes to the sink and washes his hand, he dries his hand on his pants, he sits down and looks at the bench, there is dead spider on it, he stands up, he opens a drawer and takes out a cloth, he cleans the bench, he walks down the hall to the washing room and puts the cloth in the washing machine, he walks down the hall to the kitchen, he sits down.
It's 2am at night
He takes his wallet out of his briefcase, he opens the coin pocket, he empties the coin pocket onto the bench, he organises the coins into ten cent, twenty cent, fifty cent, one dollar, and two dollar piles, he organises the coins into piles each valuing one dollar, he counts the piles, he puts the coins back into the coin pocket, he puts his wallet back into his briefcase.
It's 3am at night
He yawns.
He puts his key in the door.
It’s 4am in the morning
He checks his email.
It’s 5am in the morning
He makes a cup of coffee, finds no milk in the fridge, pours his drink into the sink.
It’s 6am in the morning
He writes, reads, writes, writes, reads, writes.
It’s 7am in the morning
He turns on the radio, shuffles through stations, turns off the radio, leans back in his chair.
It’s 8am in the morning
He walks to the mailbox, brings the mail up to his office, shuffles through it, leaves one letter on his desk, takes the rest downstairs to the paper shredder, shreds it, carries the shreddings down the hall to a storage room, puts them in a plastic bag, carries the bag upstairs, puts it in a bin, walks back to his office, sits down on his chair.
It’s 9am in the morning
He reads the letter, stares at it, turns in over, sees nothing on the back, turns it back over, reads it, stares at it, turns it over, sees nothing on the back, turns it back over, reads it, stares at it, turns it over, sees nothing on the back, puts it down on his desk.
It’s 10am in the morning
He makes a phone call, he can’t understand what the person on the other end is saying, he thought they were supposed to organise a translator, he supposes they thought he was supposed to organise a translator, he hangs up, he looks at the clock, he realises it’s 6am in the morning in Beijing, he looks down at his notes, he was supposed to ring at 1pm in the afternoon.
It’s 11am in the morning
He walks to the doorstep, picks up the newspaper, brings it up to his office, turns through every page, picks up a pair of scissors, carefully cuts out three articles, leaves the articles on his desk, takes the rest downstairs to the paper shredder, shreds it, carries the shreddings down the hall to a storage room, puts them in a plastic bag, carries the bag upstairs, puts it in a bin, walks back to his office, sits down on his chair.
It’s 12pm noon
He opens his briefcase, takes out a plastic bag holding a tuna sandwich, a banana, and a small box of raisins, he lays it on his desk, opens it, takes out each item one by one, lays them side by side, he walks down to the kitchen, takes a glass from out of a cupboard, fills it with water from the tap, brings it up to his office, puts it down on his desk, picks it up and takes a sip, puts it down on his desk, unwraps the sandwich from its plastic, peels the banana, lays it on the sandwich’s plastic, opens the box of raisins, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, eats the sandwich, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, eats the banana, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, empties the box of raisins on the banana’s plastic, eats them one at a time, picks up the glass, takes a sip, puts it down on the desk, picks up the glass, finishes the water with a big gulp, puts it down on the desk.
It’s 1pm in the afternoon
He makes a phone call, he holds the receiver to his hear for one minute, no one picks up on the other end, he hangs up.
It’s 2pm in the afternoon
He is on the toilet.
It’s 3pm in the afternoon
He hears a knock at the door, he walks downstairs and opens the door, there's no one there, he looks up and down the street, there's no one there, he presses the doorbell, it rings, he looks up and down the street, there's no one there, he closes the door.
It's 4pm in the afternoon
He double clicks on a folder on the computer screen, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he double clicks the first folder on the left, it opens, it is full of folders, he clicks on the x at the top right, the folder closes, he double clicks on the first folder.
It's 5pm in the evening
He falls off his chair, one of the wheels has popped off, he tries to put it back on, he can't, he picks up the chair, takes it downstairs, takes it outside and leaves it by the mailbox, he walks back upstairs to his office, he picks up the wheel, takes it downstairs, takes it outside and leaves it next to the chair, he walks inside, he opens a door, inside is a room full of chairs stacked on top of each other, he picks up the closest one and puts it down beside him, he closes the room full of chairs, he picks up the chair and carries it upstairs to his office, he puts the chair down, he sits down.
It's 6pm in the evening
He stares at the computer screen, it is the only thing lighting the room, he blinks, he gets up and flicks the light switch, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he flicks it again, nothing happens, he walks through all the rooms upstairs trying their light switches, none of them work, he walks through all the rooms downstairs trying their light switches only the one in the kitchen works, he walks upstairs and puts all his papers in his briefcase, he turns off the computer, he takes his briefcase downstairs and puts it on the kitchen bench, he sits down.
Its 7pm in the evening
He takes a ciggirette from his breast pocket, he puts it in his mouth, he takes it out of his mouth, he throws it at the rubbish bin, he misses, he stands up and goes and picks up the ciggirette, he drops it in the bin, he goes back to his chair and sits down.
It's 8pm at night
He glances at the coffee in the sink, he keeps working for a few seconds, he glances at the coffee in the sink, he keeps working for a few seconds, glances at the coffe in the sink, he stands up, he runs the cold tap untill all the coffee has been washed away, he turns off the tap, sits down, he hears a drip, he glances at the cold tap, it's dripping, he keeps on working for a few seconds, he glances at the cold tap, it's dripping, he keeps working.
It's 9pm at night
He takes a clearfile out of his briefcase, he opens it, he takes the sheet of paper out of the first pocket, he lays it on the bench, he takes the sheet of paper out of the second pocket, he lays it on the bench, he picks up the sheet of paper from the first pocket and puts it in the second pocket, he picks up the sheet of paper from the second pocket and puts it in the first pocket, he closes the clearfile and puts it back in his briefcase.
It's 10pm at night
He feels his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, he takes it out to check the message, there is no message, he puts the phone back in his pocket, he takes the phone out of his pocket and navigates to his inbox, there are no unread messages, he puts the phone back in his pocket, he takes the phone out of his pocket.
It's 11pm at night
He glances at the cold tap, it's stopped dripping.
It's 12 pm at night
He checks the time on his watch, he checks the time on his cellphone, he checks the time on his watch, he checks the time on his cellphone, he checks the time on his watch, he changes the time on his cellphone to match the time on his watch.
It's 1am at night
He sees a spider crawling along the kitchen bench, he slaps his hand down on it, he looks at his palm, there is dead spider on it, he stands up, he goes to the sink and washes his hand, he dries his hand on his pants, he sits down and looks at the bench, there is dead spider on it, he stands up, he opens a drawer and takes out a cloth, he cleans the bench, he walks down the hall to the washing room and puts the cloth in the washing machine, he walks down the hall to the kitchen, he sits down.
It's 2am at night
He takes his wallet out of his briefcase, he opens the coin pocket, he empties the coin pocket onto the bench, he organises the coins into ten cent, twenty cent, fifty cent, one dollar, and two dollar piles, he organises the coins into piles each valuing one dollar, he counts the piles, he puts the coins back into the coin pocket, he puts his wallet back into his briefcase.
It's 3am at night
He yawns.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Lies
I am building a book.
I am building a library in my chest.
I am building a chest of drawers.
I am building a home.
I am building a homing missile out of forks.
I am building a fork in the road.
I am building a road.
I am building a roadside bed and breakfast.
I am building a breakfast out of nutella and cornchips and dried fruit.
I am building a bed.
I am lying underneath the bed
I am lying
I am
I am building a lie
I am building a library in my chest.
I am building a chest of drawers.
I am building a home.
I am building a homing missile out of forks.
I am building a fork in the road.
I am building a road.
I am building a roadside bed and breakfast.
I am building a breakfast out of nutella and cornchips and dried fruit.
I am building a bed.
I am lying underneath the bed
I am lying
I am
I am building a lie
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
A Note For
1. I am insane.
2. It is good to be uncomfortable.
3. I will do anything for you, feel free to take advantage of this
2. It is good to be uncomfortable.
3. I will do anything for you, feel free to take advantage of this
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Short Play 8
1: I just want to make you happy.
2: I'll be happy when you are.
1: I'll be happy when you are.
2: Why are you copying me?
2: I'll be happy when you are.
1: I'll be happy when you are.
2: Why are you copying me?
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
3 raps from this year
I’ve travelled my fair share, I’m purty worldly
Plus I read a lot so I’m wordy like qwerty
Safe to say these days rap is getting nerdy
It doesn’t really irk me
But I still rep the street like Burt and Ernie
I’ve never begged for mercy
Even when my path got curly
And I had to deal with the hurly burly
I made it this far, nothing will ever murk me
Even if the other team is fighting dirty
Most days I wake up early
While the sky’s still murky
But I’m a morning person
So I’m still feeling perky
Firstly I give thanks like turkey
Second I get to working
Making these verses sturdy
But thirdly it’s up to you to decide the verdict
Lights, cameras, Arnie
The official is an army
Any other statement is straight malarky
These other rappers are snarky
I do it big like the tits on Barbie
While they stay talking smaller than a quark be
We new and improved, they dinosaurs like Barney
I’m feeling amped like electric guitars be
Listening to Kweli, and Slick Rick’s Ladidadi
I got steez like a Kids on Swings large T
They got steez like a David Bane cardie
So while they’re at home doing their darning I’m sparring
Trying to get to Ski’s twenty four hour school of karate
I’m an artist with scarred wrists causing carnage
Born a bastard but became glorious like Sa-Ra did
Cause there was hardship but I made it past it
Not the largest, fastest or smartest
But I got the x-factor that you need to shine like a star kid
And that brings us back to the lights which is where we started
I’m spitting wisdom, getting rich from the tooth fairy
But people don’t listen because the truth is too scary
So I’m yelling in the mic like CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Clearly not, but I’m not gonna keep yelling
Got a long journey ahead, call me Magellan
I find those fake smiles sincerely repellent
And the fact that they don’t last is really quite telling
Got my parents saying son we’re in need of you
My friends saying just follow procedure dude
Therapist telling me to be reasonable
But I’m still trying to achieve the unachievable
I rap at altitudes where air isn’t breathable
Sights on the stars, my crew is a constellation
I’m sick of the raps with the product placement
Prefer the tracks that make honest statements
And really, that’s all that I wanna be making
But you can’t get in my head, I’m not John Malkovich
Screw silver, I got a Midas tongue, call me the alchemist
Plus I read a lot so I’m wordy like qwerty
Safe to say these days rap is getting nerdy
It doesn’t really irk me
But I still rep the street like Burt and Ernie
I’ve never begged for mercy
Even when my path got curly
And I had to deal with the hurly burly
I made it this far, nothing will ever murk me
Even if the other team is fighting dirty
Most days I wake up early
While the sky’s still murky
But I’m a morning person
So I’m still feeling perky
Firstly I give thanks like turkey
Second I get to working
Making these verses sturdy
But thirdly it’s up to you to decide the verdict
Lights, cameras, Arnie
The official is an army
Any other statement is straight malarky
These other rappers are snarky
I do it big like the tits on Barbie
While they stay talking smaller than a quark be
We new and improved, they dinosaurs like Barney
I’m feeling amped like electric guitars be
Listening to Kweli, and Slick Rick’s Ladidadi
I got steez like a Kids on Swings large T
They got steez like a David Bane cardie
So while they’re at home doing their darning I’m sparring
Trying to get to Ski’s twenty four hour school of karate
I’m an artist with scarred wrists causing carnage
Born a bastard but became glorious like Sa-Ra did
Cause there was hardship but I made it past it
Not the largest, fastest or smartest
But I got the x-factor that you need to shine like a star kid
And that brings us back to the lights which is where we started
I’m spitting wisdom, getting rich from the tooth fairy
But people don’t listen because the truth is too scary
So I’m yelling in the mic like CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Clearly not, but I’m not gonna keep yelling
Got a long journey ahead, call me Magellan
I find those fake smiles sincerely repellent
And the fact that they don’t last is really quite telling
Got my parents saying son we’re in need of you
My friends saying just follow procedure dude
Therapist telling me to be reasonable
But I’m still trying to achieve the unachievable
I rap at altitudes where air isn’t breathable
Sights on the stars, my crew is a constellation
I’m sick of the raps with the product placement
Prefer the tracks that make honest statements
And really, that’s all that I wanna be making
But you can’t get in my head, I’m not John Malkovich
Screw silver, I got a Midas tongue, call me the alchemist
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Trip
My eyes fell out of my head. I looked up at the holes in my head. I thought "trippy". I tripped over my eyes. I landed on top of my eyes and couldn't see anything. I tried to stand up but I couldn't differentiate my arms or legs from the rest of my body. I rolled over and was blinded by the light
Building
I am building a dead body.
I am building a mountain on top of the dead body.
I am building a hut on top of the mountain.
Inside the hut is an old man.
In the old man's hand is a book of poems.
The old man is a builder
I am building a mountain on top of the dead body.
I am building a hut on top of the mountain.
Inside the hut is an old man.
In the old man's hand is a book of poems.
The old man is a builder
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