How many roads must a man walk down?

Classic. Retro. Fragrant.

On the coast cycle route. Stop over at Fishbourne enroute to Havenstreet (on bicycle).

The HAZ Project is a personal music journal. It records (Shazam) what unfamiliar sounds I’ve been fascinated by. It is deeply personal because our taste in music is subjective and what triggers attraction to a melody is very context specific. Imagine you want to listen to a song, you don’t just play any song, you select your music carefully according to how you feel. Now imagine a random tune capturing that moment without you selecting it.

I hope you will find a great music collection behind this or even a whole album for each one. Let me know.

Wendy Rene – After Laughter (Comes Tears) – June 2009

Thievery Corporation – Liberation Front – June 2009

Mark Farina – Dream Machine – June 2009

If you are planning to see this film then I urge you to go forgetting all that is about the world. Leave all that you know behind and immerse yourself into the absurdity of this film. If you find yourself thinking it is just a comedy, then tell yourself this is a very serious thing. However, if you feel that it crosses boundaries that should not even be stepped on, then tell yourself it is just a comedy. Ride the dialectic.

It will confuse you. You will begin to wonder why you want things to go certain ways when they are so very wrong. You will try and hold back and yet you will fully embrace the comedy. You think “no” but in the end it is “no way …”. When you think you’ve hit the climax that is beyond morality, you will laugh. In the midst of laughter you begin to question. You will hesitate with your unknowingly confused facial expression.

This one is more than comedy it is. It is an exploration of the human condition, especially in the audience.

Now I think perhaps it was the whole day conference (philosophy of mind) I had attended during the day that brought me to this conclusion. Who knows!

It doesn’t take a genius to see how the media have had their dirty fingers so deep in this pie. Since the masses have become bandwagoners and consumers of easy-to-digest media most of which discredited Gordon Brown so much. I’m neither an avid follower of UK politics nor a supporter of Mr. Brown, but my observations have led me to believe much of this election was wrought with the aesthetics of things. If anything it is the statistics of stupidity. Why else would you have people (some, not all) vote for a party which has policies totally juxtaposed to their own beliefs. I can only assume they were affected by the hype which often has no substance. Anyway, if Labour didn’t have Mr. Brown up there, I do think things might have been different.

I’m not workin’ class because I’m not workin’ … to paraphrase something I saw on TV the other night.

Just as well.

I am no Nietzsche expert and neither do I even know a lot about him and his writings. Just as well as I’ve just finished this very dense book. It’s a very interesting take on Greek tragedy and the development of art. If I have read it correctly (what is correct?) it is also a swipe at Socratic reasoning which he suggested is inextricably linked to science. I am particularly compelled by the Dionysiac element he weaves through in this book. It took a careful surrender of the Greek context to see how in many ways this might relate to anything at all. Although having said that, I wish I knew more about the history of Greek art (spoken, written, sang and painted) so this book can be more meaningful.

He does invoke some Schopenhauerian will here which is still inconclusive to me because later on I am told that he discards this will as denial and instead will change the trajectory of will to something else – power? Like I said, I am no expert but I can’t wait for this to unfold and witness Nietzsche in his later works.

To be fair, anything written by anybody is just a projection of themselves. As brilliant as this is, it may be a fair reflection and embodiment of his strict up bringing — I am assuming here — and so he set the task to change this trail of distaste to be manifested elsewhere. People would rather read about your hate of something in beautifully conveyed writing than read your personal diary.

All of this might have been said somewhere else already. But having this written does relieve me, even if a little, of the heavy thinking Nietzsche makes me do.

Time unknown

Full entry:

What’s in a year? What does it mean?

A rush of things I try to remember whole heartedly. A collection of thoughts carelessly trying to push their way to the present. Time … a hollow well, almost out of water now, desperately trying moving on but still pensive. But there is space you don’t know, I don’t know … like a valley desperately seeking its place in the overwhelming depth of the whole universe.

DV.

On the journey back, I felt I could trap time and look at it. The way the scenes change from the evergreen villages slowly easing into the urban facade of the city. Here I got confused, it felt as though the former felt dead to me and the latter was where life and activity was. Words and the world have always told me otherwise! Damn poets. London has never failed to trigger an inner validation of space for me whenever it can. Which is always hard to explain.

Just this:

“Home is a state of mind”.

Tracing the Marathon’s Millions.