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Trip report: Wearing shirts

Recently I’ve been trying to elevate my person brand or G.P.S (Great personal style as my lesbian-esque friend would say, what a terrible acronym) via the use of wearing different clothes, I like to think this has a been a gradual shift from my lazy university clothing into more nice things, but it’s been more in bits and drabs.

miss u

1. Proper shoes, not the volleys I wore to Vietnam.
2. Less hoody more jacket
3. wearing shirts.
4. Scarves, oh i love scarves. so much!

Wearing shirts is a kind of a thing really, most young people sort of discard them for a bit after they finish them high schools. And because I’ve never really had a job that requires me to wear one, even now since jork is kind of just me and the boss a.k.a not big, I’ve sort of avoided them. Well no more. Personal brand is on the up and up it seems.

Any way here is my trip report for the first/second/third time i put on a shirt, cleverly weaved into a single story

1. chest no longer cold, enjoying texture of fabric

2. tuck or no tuck? worrying about if i will look like the 90′s via Jerry Seinfield via Seinfield season 1 – 7.

3. feeling stylish.

4. looks good with jacket, these buttons on the arms are a bit lame, who rolls up sleeves anyway? could i roll up sleeves, are my arms big enough? do girls want to see my guns? do i need to work out??

5. leaving house, it’s cold
6. at tram stop, people in 3 successive stretch limo’s giving me weird looks. Do they want to fight? I’m not afraid of orange people in a hummer. Is that music they’re playing? are they o.k? girl looks like she is ‘spergin massive.
7. get on tram, nobody checks me out…
8. arrive at party, strange girls making a lot of noise, i don’t like the look of them. They are Hannah’s friends?

9. look for Hannah, talk to Hannah, Hannah doesn’t notice well dressedness.

10. party full of strangers, micro-panic. Begin drinking red wine
11. drink red wine, meeting strangers, talk to guy about swords. “Your weird, you should watch doom house, it’s a horror film you’ll like it.”
12. take off jacket, lookin’ good.
13. drink red wine
14. sleep
15. vomit
16. sleep

17. get up to leave, receive compliment from Hannah, “thank you! you look nice as well.”

That pretty much sums it up. Overall i rate wearing a shirt 9/10. It makes me feel like an adult and handsome.

just want to be a chill bro wearing american apparel and be taken srsly. this gold watch is real too.

I have done some word art in this post do u like it????

luv internet

The Australian Christian Lobby has accused the Federal Government of breaking its election promise to censor the internet after the policy was softened in the face of relentless criticism.

I ‘love’ lobby groups, I think it would be kind of neat to be a close minded nit wit, just really stupid. I think life would be much easier since you would probably be a lot more certain about your point of views and opinions. I doubt Rev Fred Phelps sits on the fence during conversations on relgion or ethical/moral behavior.

just want to make sure peopel have guns and be on micheal moore movie

I’ve often thought it would be neat to start my own lobby group, something like ‘Australian nationalist rationalistic party’. We wouldn’t have any particularly strong views on anything but we’d like to argue on tiny points of contention for ages and generally make nuisances of ourselves. I feel that would really be in the spirit of politics. Somebody told me that lobby groups stuff politicians pockets full of moneys, this is a bit of an issue for me and my lobby group the A.N.R.P because we’d likely be made of impoverished trouble makers and or tight arses. We’d have to be more a smash and grab/blackmailing lobby group. I think that would be rather more exciting anyway.

GENERATION BATTLE!!11!!!!

Now I’m all for pop culture and i love big business e.g. American appy and hungry jacks but this new game show thing on Channel 10 called ‘Talking about my generation’ is more then a little bit disturbing.

watching 'talking about my generation' is just like this

Shaun Micallef has joined a select group of television programs which has managed to disguise advertising as actual programing (finally!). Excuse me? guessing company logos e.g. Addidas, lacoste and hungry jacks isn’t programing. If I wanted this shit I’d watch ACA or today tonight or maybe just punch myself in the face. Shaun Micallef please stop, the only thing worse then this program is all your fan’s crapping on about how great you used to be. ugh.

Also while we’re at it, I get it, Generation Y is shit. Seriously. Vietnam, Reagan and free higher education weren’t my fault, jeez! It doesn’t bother me though, because when all them old people are rotting away in a government run pensioners homes, oh wait they won’t be in a pensioners home because gen Y is so spoilt and probably couldn’t hold a job. have fun on the street jerks!

everybodies talking at me, I can't hear what they're sayin'

Katie

One time I was on the train with Katie, I don’t remember what we were talking about but I was likely trying to impress her. I think it was after our ‘Multimedia Design’ class. We weren’t really like proper friends then and I was desperate to try and appear cool, Katie was definitely cool if a little ‘charming’.

I remember we got off the train at Richmond station. Richmond station is pretty crummy but it has a good view of Melbourne city proper. The Eureka tower, when measured from it’s roof, is the tallest residential building in the world, this is quite tall and because it was a rainy day the skysckrapers where poking into the clouds. This was a pretty big thing for Katie, she was from the country she told me, I think she was honestly amazed that something could be so tall but maybe she was just humoring me.

Every time I see the Eureka tower poking into the clouds I think about Katie and I feel a little bit younger.

Look Who’s Morphing.

In an effort to make myself a more rounded and classier person I’ve been reading books recently. I picked up a rather exceptional book of short stories on Saturday called ‘Look who’s Morphing’ by Tom Cho, I chose to buy the booked based on the sweet cover (Asian person sporting the classic 1950′s greaser look) and because I liked the blurb, this is pretty unusual for me, I prefer to have read reviews and things before buying stuff that way I’m not buying bad/tacky/uncool things that will pollute my person brand.

The book is by an Asian-Australian writer called Tom Cho who once went by a different name and gender, the writers own morphing is reflected very strongly in the book where he combines pop-culture with the Asian-Australian experience along with gender and sexual fluidity. The first story is called ‘Dirty Dancing’ an is essentially the movie dirty dancing except that Baby is cho (all the stories are set with Cho as the narrator/main character) and Cho is gay and he gets it on with the dance instructor, however Cho then movies the story into 3rd person and now Cho is watching himself (as a tall blonde Caucasian male) get it on with the dance instructor instead. In fact here’s an excerpt.

This is the summer of 1963 and everybody is calling me ‘Baby’. I am at a resort with my Auntie Feng and Uncle Stan for a holiday. The resort is on a small island that is located 10 miles off the coast of North Devon where the Atlantic meets the Bristol Channel. My auntie and uncle think the resort is very exciting and they soon start getting involved in all the resort activities-golf, macramé, etc. Me, I think the only moderately interesting thing about the resort is Johnny Castle. Johnny is a dance instructor at the resort and he has a very nice body. As it turns out, Johnny and I end up rehearsing a mambo dance number together for a forthcoming show at the resort and so we start spending a lot of time with one another. In fact, one night, Johnny and I find ourselves alone in his cabin. At first, we are just talking about our favourite 80s television shows and pop songs. But there is something in the way that discussions of popular culture can bring people together and thus our discussion soon leads to Johnny and I having sex. The thing is, while Johnny looks very nice and all, I do not really feel very ‘in the moment’. In fact, as Johnny is panting and thrusting, I feel very detached from the experience. It is like I am a bystander, looking on as someone else completely different is having sex with Johnny. And that someone else is a Caucasian man with a moustache. This man is tall and very well-built. He is wearing a leather cap and leather chaps. His name? Bruce. As Bruce reaches for Johnny’s wrists, I take the opportunity to watch Bruce. I find myself admiring how Bruce makes his masculinity so overt. I also find myself admiring Bruce’s muscular body. And Bruce is so confident when it comes to sex. He doesn’t say anything; he just pushes Johnny’s face into the pillow. In the end, I watch as Bruce and Johnny spend all night having the hottest sex you can imagine.

GOOD.

oh here’s a bit more from the same story.

After the resort holiday, Auntie Feng and Uncle Stan head back to their home in Hobart. I am due to catch a plane back to Melbourne. It is hard saying good-bye to Bruce and Johnny, who are staying on at the resort until the summer is over. We promise to keep in touch. My parents meet me at the airport. They are very happy to see me. As always, they literally pass me around like I am a baby. My mother holds me in her arms and exclaims over my fingers and toes and then she passes me to my father. As my father cradles me, he starts talking baby-talk. He says to me, ‘What’s your name, hmmm? What’s your name? Can you say your name?’ and then he tickles my foot. Given that my parents call me ‘Baby’, none of this is surprising. They have been treating me like this for years and I have never felt that it would ever change. However, this time, it somehow annoys me more than usual. I tell my parents that I am not a baby. But my mother only pokes at my belly button and tells me that I am a little Buddha. My father then holds me up in the air and proclaims that I will grow up to be prosperous and lucky. I find myself being unsure as to what to do. The insecure part of me tells me to keep the peace and go along with everything, the ambitious part of me tells me that being prosperous and lucky would be very nice, and the part of me that learnt dancing at the resort tells me that dancing-like pop culture discussions-brings people together. In the end, the part of me that learnt dancing at the resort wins out, and so I jump out of my father’s arms and I say to my parents ‘No one puts Baby in a corner’ and I perform a big raunchy dance number after I say it and everyone else at the airport joins in and starts dancing in a raunchy way too.

My parents have no comeback for all of this. As a result, they have no choice but to come to terms with the fact that I am an adult

Pretty much all the stories are like this, wacky, creative, full of pop-culture references. In another story Cho is a protocol droid in the style of C3PO who goes on a rampage and destroys the U.N building and can also transform in a Ford Bronco 4×4 (Cho’s mother can transform into a 70′s Holden Sunbird). Another time Cho is Godzilla and another time he is a giant 80′s Glam/metal/cock rocker who goes on a rampage and then gets it on with 20 ladies of all ages, that story was a bit awkward.

vroooooooommmmmm!

One areas of this book I particularly enjoyed was that is very clearly a book on the Asian-Australian experience, something which as an Asian-Australian I can actually relate to as opposed to say, home and away, neighbors, packed to the rafters, all Australian drama that isn’t border security because there are always Asian drug dealers in border security. In particular I enjoyed that every time his family/anybody sits down to a meal of ‘generic westernised Chinese food’ he mentions that it is a recipe that has been passed down from generation to generation within his family.

At the books core though is the concept of morphing, Tom Cho is always changing, gay to straight, robot to person to Godzilla to giant cock rocker, Muppet. female to male. Cho’s brother seemingly becomes a member of every single 80′s rock band. ‘Whatever you watch, you become’ Cho repeatedly states, so when his family (his parents and brother) sit down to eat dinner in front of the TV they become the Cosby family. I really enjoyed this exploration of identity.

‘Look who’s morphing’ is a great book with an intellectual and creative edginess.

Oh here’s an article Tom Cho wrote http://www.australianhumanitiesreview.org/archive/Issue-November-2008/cho.html

and here’s an interview with Cho from lesbo magazine ‘cherrie’ http://cherrie.e-p.net.au/features/the-morphing-of-tom-cho.html

What do I want with all these things?

I met a really nice, funny, cute and interesting lady at a party at a house I’ve been to before but didn’t know I was going to that night the other night, she is in her 30′s.
We swapped phone number but I’m not really sure what to do with it, I’m quite sure she doesn’t fancy me in a do it in the nude way so It’s not like weird creepy/sexy/the graduate or anything but what does a 30 something really want from a 21 year old? I don’t think we can swap anecdotes about 90′s childhood toys and I don’t think I will be as ‘charming eccentric young person’ in direct sunlight and without chemical assistance.

It’s all a little perplexing really.

Miss you? I love you!

There has a been a lot of things recently, here are some of them I will miss or liked or things like that.

- Miss u home & away lesbian story line, I never actually watched you but it funny when people got angry. For way better cover see Defamer!

- <3 u Hipster Grifter

Full story!
I’m not really sure what a grifter is but it ryhmes with Hipster, I assume it is like a con-man/lady/juvinile? This is hipster was certainly devious and liked beards (good ploy to steal from those folk-punk types). The story is kind of engaging in it’s amazing amounts of hersay and explosion on the BLOGSPHERES, I think this will be the alt meme of the year. I think really though it’s rather facinating how an honestly not super interesting story got pretty big, well at least on the internet, It’s probably because the blogsphere and that sort of thing is run by hipster and she was stealing from dopey 24 year old beard sporting hipsters (bloggers?).

- adventure of little boris

Pretty much the worst film ever! Having watched about 20 seconds of this film I think it’s really important that classes involving proper narative structure and characterisation are taught at AFL football clubs. I also felt that the metaphor of comparing a chicken to a woman was unimaginative and poorly executed. D-

- <3 Channel 7′s 10:30 – 12:00am Tv programing.

The current seasons of 30 rock and boston legal have been really good, I am enjoying them immensely. so far i have seen

1. liz’s boobies
2. liz on toilet
3. Jack date sexy mexican lady
4. tracy jordan wearing gold shoes, too proud to recieve help
5. Denny get more crazy/forgetful, sad!
6. Dude ranch episode, what exactly makes a ranch a dude ranch? It sounds a bit like a ranch equivalent of a gay bath house.
7. Generalissimo.

Does these mean anything to anybody but maybe nick or maybe erin? Is it weird that I am sad that Tina Fey is married ?

There’s a whole bunch of other things I liked but I don’t want to prattle on/remember them.

Wake up.

In the best possible way I can honestly say I can’t really see where I’m going in the next year – 3 years or so. I don’t have any concrete long term goals and I don’t really have anything I really want to strive for.

I could travel again, ride around an Asian country on a stylish Russian motorbike and ‘find myself’ but that doesn’t really seem very productive and I’m of the opinion that only a select few ever really grow or find themselves on holiday. Maybe I could go to America, travel the rivers like on a paddle boat like Mark Twain and weep at the remains of CBGB’s that’d be a lot more culturally relevant to myself than cavorting around Asia probably. I’d need to start saving though and the Australian dollar is a little embarrassing at the moment.

Maybe I could start saving for a house? It’s not a particularly interesting or stimulating prospect, looking at property and locking myself into a large amount of debt in my 20′s. Mum would like that though, she’s big on owning property and being mature and grown up. She wants me to buy/rent in the city so she can pop in after having a coffee and pretend to be a socialite.

HELLO LADIES

One thing on my agenda is changing my personal brand. I am quite bored of wearing jeans and hoodies and t-shirts, I think it would be nice to try and wear shirts and proper adult clothes. The idea of actually following through with this is a little scary though, I don’t think many people in my social group take me seriously which is o.k but then who would I be fooling wearing a collared shirt and leather shoes with buckles? I once wore a suit to a friend’s wedding but I don’t know if I actually looked ok. It would be nice if there was a way too instantly and authentically be able to change what one wore, I think maybe women/fabulous people do this better because they seem to understand shopping better me. I just get confused and forget about skinny mirrors.

Do you think people who were wiggers but then changed sub-cultures to like emo/bosnian/in the 80′s new romantics or something think about this sort of thing?

Time warp.

The 80′s was a pretty good decade, Alternative music really took of and there was a whole bunch of wacky new technologies and ideas.

Be right back guys, just gotta lay down some beats for this crazy new acid house track i've thought up!

Heavy Reverbed Drums – shit yea.
Drum Machines (See above for authentic roland 909)
Yamaha DX7 set to ‘electric piano’
Day-glo/fluro
post-david bowie Mullet revival
Digital + Midi + Synths!
‘good’ digital technology e.g. compy 486′s
Nintendos
No internets – gotta call people on chord phone – chord must be min 10 metre.
mix/vidya-tapes
Reagan/Thatcher/Berlin Walls/USSR
Metal still cool, o.k to own Ultra pink super strat (not gay)
DeLorean – time travelling to the future e.g. 2001!
Dot Matrix printah
Old style (good style) tracksuits

This is what young people think of the 80′s. Is it wrong to associate peoples childhoods/growing up times/worried adulthood/mature period/dieing period with products and musical trends?