Bla Bla Bla If you read this you are very kind indeed

Tonight Seth and I flirted with Lady Luck, but she rejected us. Seth thought I'd almost wooed her when I falsely called "Bingo" on just one line in the last round. Perhaps she shall favour us tomorrow night, when we return for more Bingo buzz (the buzz is like caffeine crossed with exams, you enter the zone, get jumpy, stay high for a few hours, hit the wall and then look forward to the following session). We'll go with Seth's friends Chris and Natalie, who are really cool; the sort of people I would choose to be friends with even if Seth wasn't by boyfriend. They are both photographers and artists and Chris writes for an online music magazine.

I'm getting sick of the whole indie, fringe, gonzo, punk, kooky, quirky thing. You know, like scrappy little drawings stuck to the wall and people writing in thick, obscure, subculture vernacular while wearing thick-rimmed glasses and vintage skirts. It's rampant here, and much worse than Australia because it lacks the intellectual credibility. Art should be genuine and far more concerned with substance, quality and history than trendiness. I'm either going to ignore fashion (in the broad sense, not just clothing) as a lens or just be reactionary and embrace normality and orthodoxy (because fringe is now mainstream). I now have no intentional eccentricities. I am completely bland. Beige.

But it's not about swimming against the trends for the sake of it. It's about being authentic and genuine, and ignoring the superficial tokens of passing trends.

It would be cool to finally get to a point of being-myself-ness were I don't even reflect on how eccentric I really am, I just be and do. Kind of like returning to innocence, when I was eccentric and didn't know it would become hip and tried to supress it. Orwell.

But enough ranting. I can be such a hypocrite sometimes.

Seth's sister Allison and I saw Apocolypto the other night. It's excellent. Ground breaking cinema. I'd be interested to know what the folks back home think.

New Years was spent at Seth's workplace with his friends, since Seth was working. I think I just celebrate New Years to make other people happy; they might be offended by my antisocialness. I puzzle why we celebrate something arbitrary. To keep us sane maybe. Deconstruction of social conventions possibly leads to ennui.

I should like to study the causes of ennui as an epidemic more. Physiological (the crap they put in food)? Social and Psychological(secularisation, the rise of raunch culture and the decay of sexual morality)?

Talking of the crap they put in food, here organic food is embraced by middle class folks. It's one of those American exports which is entirely uncessary elsewhere, where food is not nearly as hormone and toxin pumped. The live meat is diseased and the donuts are choking in transfats. You can tell that Australian food is much more organic (yes, that is a term you quantify; it is strictly non-binary) by the way it tastes. It has a certain freshness to it. So we really don't have to go out of way to by food labelled organic in Australia, because most food already is pretty good, relatively speaking.