Cassettes, and showing my age.

I remember making mix tapes off Channel Z and sharing them with my friends. Listening to late night talk back and recording it so I could fall asleep and not miss a thing. Hearing Bill Hicks for the first time and recording his every syllable.

I remember going to Sports days and staying hidden in the stands all day listening to my rad new mix tape, while sneering at the futility of the 'school spirit'. I remember me and my mate staying up all night filling tapes with our mock radio shows.

I smile at the memories, and feel a little sad that younger generations wont share in this outdated but fun technology. Even my little ten year old brother has no time for tapes. I gave him all the old tapes I had left, but he wasn't interested. He just wants an iPhone for his birthday. Sigh. I love that little guy.

Et tu, Brute?

Just finished watching the first season of Rome. The depiction of the fall of Caesar was particularly brutal. And awesome. While some of the acting is slightly questionable, this series is basically historically accurate (well as accurate as a televised series depicting events 2000 years ago can be) and the multiple plots weave an interesting tale. I find the Roman Republic/Empire to be hugely interesting, especially because it formed the beginnings of modern Western civilization. Check it!

Coffee.

The best way to wake up without feeling like a thoroughly depraved zombie. When used in conjunction with a cigarette, happiness is accentuated tenfold.

For several moments the bleak reality of my near minimum wage existence is extinguished in a caffeine induced smile. The world seems brighter, and today sparkles with promise.

Its moments like these that I live for.

Death Cab for Cutie - You are a Tourist.

Death Cab are one of my favorite bands, and this is the video for their new single 'You are a Tourist'. The song is mean, and the video is even better. Filmed in one take, it is pretty impressive. Enjoy!

Akin to the abominable snowman only better, because I'm not dependent on the weather.

 
A lack of sleep and vague ambitions of challenging the hip hop elite with subpar rhymes. It’s almost 4:20, but I’ve got nothing to celebrate, except a few pipedreams.

Procrastination is a subtle art form, and one I’ve spent years perfecting.Why stop now? Each sentence is an exercise in reinforcing the status quo.

This weekend has produced some healthy contrasts. The laughter emitting from our hideaway in Raroa was the best possible start, and made me feel happy to belong, if only temporarily.

However, the rest of the night was a voyage of wholly unfulfilling socialising, marred by reminders of an unhappy work environment, while the self-loathing crept in. The usually reliable social media platforms were only outlets of frustration, and were out of bounds for the night, to be explored further strictly during office hours (or so I claimed).

Saturday was spent counting my finances on one hand, and deciding to confine myself to the modest surroundings of 163 Lambton Quay. Afternoon naps and an evening of Breaking Bad is the extent of my Saturday night thrills. Oh, the joys of responsibility. Trawling Trademe for appropriate beds and getting sidetracked for several hours. Listening to a plethora of music and enjoying every note.

I swear if I time this right, I’m one yawn away from bliss.

Hmmm.

Where to now? I have no fucking idea.

Wellington is both intriguing and overwhelming in the same breath. I miss the comforts of predictability and familiarity. I miss my friends and family. I miss… a lot of people.

An attack of common sense brings me out of this reflective mood. No point indulging in regrets, you can’t change the past tense. This past week has been hard, with depressing news being the overwhelming headline in the printed edition of my life.

But in the end, things could be worse. At least I kept my job, my income, my means of staying in Wellington. For now, at least.

Ghostshark 2: Urban Jaws.

Bahahaha.