Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Dream Journal Entry #10 —Sleep Paralysis

It's 4AM and I'm blogging because I just experienced sleep paralysis.

Mine felt like girls hands, one on my forehead pushing down, one on my chest, then two more around my hands. They felt human. I tried screaming and no sound came out, just air. I tried digging my nails into her hands and she dug back. I tried wiggling out from under but I was firmly held there. The only thing that managed to free me was when I manoeuvred my hand in a circle managing to graze the side of my hand on the bed. Seems like that did it.

Through it I actually thought someone broke in the apartment and I was going to die. Now my hearts racing and I can't believe it actually happened. They're not kidding about sleep paralysis. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

An Ode to Sia's "Chandelier"

I've always been a fan of Sia and when friends would ask "have you heard the new Sia song?" I was always just like, "the Chande-li-lieeeer song?" and they're like "yeah that one." Yeah, well, initially  I thought drowned out with all the other noise on the radio except for the Chandelilier bit. You know.

Shit's changed on the radio, and I don't listen to it much anymore, but every now and then I hear something when I'm out, then I hear it again, and again, and I think hmm yeah okay, it's okay. So I look it up on the Boob, and get into it and think yeah, actually it's pretty good. Then I think yo, it's got that kind of soul shattering rock potential. Y'know, when music builds you up and builds you up good and steady, steady, release - some kind of heart liberation where you think YES, YES THAT JUST HAPPENED. Well, I officially love that song.

And you know how it is when there's a song I like I check if there's a rock/metal/drum/guitar cover of it and holy shit. With artists like Sia you'd think she'd get the biggest fucking high from hearing some hugely excited drummer rock the shit out of it song right? Rambling. Anyway a bunch of talented folk did it for her-- I didn't like all of them, but here's the awesome I found on the Boob.

Incase you haven't heard the original Chandelilier:

 Spot his bliss. And, Garage Band FTW.

Max Lambert
Easy rock vibes. Doesn't over colour it but knows exactly what to sprinkle in there, y'know? Slick.

Chris Wells 
Yeeeeheeees, chorus!

Lindsey Raye
Lots of yes, and everything I loved about the previous 3. Dead.

And of course my favourite power metal vocalist on the Boob does it too. Yeah he hit that.

Okay I'm done. 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Symposium

Went down memory lane in my inbox last night. Found these two excerpts from Plato's The Symposium emailed to myself in 2008.
'These are the lesser mysteries of love, into which even you, Socrates, may enter; to the greater and more hidden ones which are the crown of these, and to which, if you pursue them in a right spirit, they will lead, I know not whether you will be able to attain. But I will do my utmost to inform you, and do you follow if you can. For he who would proceed aright in this matter should begin in youth to visit beautiful forms; and first, if he be guided by his instructor aright, to love one such form only—out of that he should create fair thoughts; and soon he will of himself perceive that the beauty of one form is akin to the beauty of another; and then if beauty of form in general is his pursuit, how foolish would he be not to recognize that the beauty in every form is and the same! And when he perceives this he will abate his violent love of the one, which he will despise and deem a small thing, and will become a lover of all beautiful forms; in the next stage he will consider that the beauty of the mind is more honourable than the beauty of the outward form. So that if a virtuous soul have but a little comeliness, he will be content to love and tend him, and will search out and bring to the birth thoughts which may improve the young, until he is compelled to contemplate and see the beauty of institutions and laws, and to understand that the beauty of them all is of one family, and that personal beauty is a trifle; and after laws and institutions he will go on to the sciences, that he may see their beauty, being not like a servant in love with the beauty of one youth or man or institution, himself a slave mean and narrow-minded, but drawing towards and contemplating the vast sea of beauty, he will create many fair and noble thoughts and notions in boundless love of wisdom; until on that shore he grows and waxes strong, and at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science, which is the science of beauty everywhere. To this I will proceed; please to give me your very best attention:

'He who has been instructed thus far in the things of love, and who has learned to see the beautiful in due order and succession, when he comes toward the end will suddenly perceive a nature of wondrous beauty (and this, Socrates, is the final cause of all our former toils)—a nature which in the first place is everlasting, not growing and decaying, or waxing and waning; secondly, not fair in one point of view and foul in another, or at one time or in one relation or at one place fair, at another time or in another relation or at another place foul, as if fair to some and foul to others, or in the likeness of a face or hands or any other part of the bodily frame, or in any form of speech or knowledge, or existing in any other being, as for example, in an animal, or in heaven, or in earth, or in any other place; but beauty absolute, separate, simple, and everlasting, which without diminution and without increase, or any change, is imparted to the ever-growing and perishing beauties of all other things. He who from these ascending under the influence of true love, begins to perceive that beauty, is not far from the end. And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth and mount upwards for the sake of that other beauty, using these as steps only, and from one going on to two, and from two to all fair forms, and from fair forms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the notion of absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is. This, my dear Socrates,' said the stranger of Mantineia, 'is that life above all others which man should live, in the contemplation of beauty absolute; a beauty which if you once beheld, you would see not to be after the measure of gold, and garments, and fair boys and youths, whose presence now entrances you; and you and many a one would be content to live seeing them only and conversing with them without meat or drink, if that were possible—you only want to look at them and to be with them. But what if man had eyes to see the true beauty—the divine beauty, I mean, pure and clear and unalloyed, not clogged with the pollutions of mortality and all the colours and vanities of human life—thither looking, and holding converse with the true beauty simple and divine? Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may. Would that be an ignoble life?'