Which is why I like art, It can be what ever you want it to be!
Although I don't always enjoy people over academicising the arts, they should be free and what ever you want them to be. Do what YOU want, make it what YOU want it to be.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Who's ta say making tea isn't a fun art form!
Recently well since I started this blog I have been thinking about my lack of English grammar,spelling and knowledge...
Which is why I like art, It can be what ever you want it to be!
Although I don't always enjoy people over academicising the arts, they should be free and what ever you want them to be. Do what YOU want, make it what YOU want it to be.
Which is why I like art, It can be what ever you want it to be!
Although I don't always enjoy people over academicising the arts, they should be free and what ever you want them to be. Do what YOU want, make it what YOU want it to be.
not sure...
People have told me I live in my own little world...or bubble. A world which is green but not in an environmental sense, just the colour green. One where one must always drink tea and eat cheese. One must sing songs in there head *cabrom cabrom if only you knew, I'm just like you* for lack of mp3 player chargers. Urg! No one works in an office, people barter (or steal, no wait that's immoral but whatever). Day is night and night is day. The main languese is gnomise... well you see where I'm going with this....Anyway I just wrote this cause I was thinking of those moments of realisation one gets when they realise how out of touch they've become with the rest of the world and how easily it happens. One minute you think you know who all the 'cool bands' are and the next you realise they were 'cool' 3 months ago and you haven't even realised 3 months have gone by.......one minute I'm writing blog post next thing its 6 months since I've wrote anything. I miss writing for leisure...........yup
Americanise?
Yam - I heard this word for the first time not long ago. I think to myself Yam, what is this yam I hear speak of? And as it turns out yam is just an american word for what we Irish call a sweat potatoe. Yet the word yam stuck in my head and got me thinking.
In the supermarket I picked up one of these yams and examined it. My friend turned to me as I did this and said to me ' ha ha they have balls' and I laughed she wasn't wrong. I now became intrigued. I looked a little closer and noticed these yams have a harsh outter layer like a potatoes as the name suggests, but they are a lot softer. Later as I was pealing this yam I noticed it was infact much softer and much nicer to peal then harsh potatoes that grow in my land. Although they aren't as juicy...alas it does not matter because they are sweet.
As I was pealing this yam my mind begain to wonder as to where these yams came from, so I decided to ask him. I said 'Hello Mr Yam where do u come from?' But of course he is just a yam he could not answer. So my mind begain to wonder again and I pictured a sunny island in the middle of the sea with just one palm tree on it and this yam was sitting in a sun lounger beneath the tree,sipping a cocktail. I think prehaps the sun had gone to my head because it was one of those rare sunny days in Ireland. Later that day when the sun went down I did some reasearch and found that alot yams are grown in africa so my daydreams maybe where slighly off....
Anyway if you feel like a sweet flavoured genitille shaped vegtable (there are many) why not try a yam.
In the supermarket I picked up one of these yams and examined it. My friend turned to me as I did this and said to me ' ha ha they have balls' and I laughed she wasn't wrong. I now became intrigued. I looked a little closer and noticed these yams have a harsh outter layer like a potatoes as the name suggests, but they are a lot softer. Later as I was pealing this yam I noticed it was infact much softer and much nicer to peal then harsh potatoes that grow in my land. Although they aren't as juicy...alas it does not matter because they are sweet.
As I was pealing this yam my mind begain to wonder as to where these yams came from, so I decided to ask him. I said 'Hello Mr Yam where do u come from?' But of course he is just a yam he could not answer. So my mind begain to wonder again and I pictured a sunny island in the middle of the sea with just one palm tree on it and this yam was sitting in a sun lounger beneath the tree,sipping a cocktail. I think prehaps the sun had gone to my head because it was one of those rare sunny days in Ireland. Later that day when the sun went down I did some reasearch and found that alot yams are grown in africa so my daydreams maybe where slighly off....
Anyway if you feel like a sweet flavoured genitille shaped vegtable (there are many) why not try a yam.
Dissolvable Disprin...
...and the problems with it.
Last week I had the worst head ache in centuries. I couldn't eat it was so bad mind you I was trying to eat crisps, chrunchy buggers they are. So, after about 3 hours I decided to take a disprin. I'm usually of the 'if I wait long enough my head ache will go away' school but at this point I felt I had a tiny chipmonk playing the drums badly inside my skull. Anyway in my pain all I could find was dissolvable disprin. I then had to find a glass and water which ment I had to switch on the light, ouch that really didn't help. But I struggled on, I dropped the disprin into the glass to let is dissolve and then started drinking it.
At this point I started to cheer up abit and found my way in to a dark room with a tv even if I could not quite mange to change the channel. When out of nowhere i started choking. Dissolvable my ass,all the particles in the disprin had just settled at the bottom of the glass. WHAT IS THE POINT. So, at this point I'm setting in a dark room, choking , watching some guy singing through his ass on the t.v (I have some recollection of it been britains got talentless people or something like that) and still with a head ache.
Not how I picture my friday nights! To conclude not only do dissolvable disprin cause you to choke, they don't get rid of your head (I still had mine 3hours later) About half hour later I pass out from the pain and wake up the next in bed still dressed with masscare down my face - all because of dissolvable disprin.
Last week I had the worst head ache in centuries. I couldn't eat it was so bad mind you I was trying to eat crisps, chrunchy buggers they are. So, after about 3 hours I decided to take a disprin. I'm usually of the 'if I wait long enough my head ache will go away' school but at this point I felt I had a tiny chipmonk playing the drums badly inside my skull. Anyway in my pain all I could find was dissolvable disprin. I then had to find a glass and water which ment I had to switch on the light, ouch that really didn't help. But I struggled on, I dropped the disprin into the glass to let is dissolve and then started drinking it.
At this point I started to cheer up abit and found my way in to a dark room with a tv even if I could not quite mange to change the channel. When out of nowhere i started choking. Dissolvable my ass,all the particles in the disprin had just settled at the bottom of the glass. WHAT IS THE POINT. So, at this point I'm setting in a dark room, choking , watching some guy singing through his ass on the t.v (I have some recollection of it been britains got talentless people or something like that) and still with a head ache.
Not how I picture my friday nights! To conclude not only do dissolvable disprin cause you to choke, they don't get rid of your head (I still had mine 3hours later) About half hour later I pass out from the pain and wake up the next in bed still dressed with masscare down my face - all because of dissolvable disprin.
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