genius hair

Last Thursday I was introduced to the notion of 'genius hair'. This concept proposes that true genii have hair that verges on the outrageous, and is styled or left unkempt in a fashion which complements their brilliance and commonly eccentric nature. Naturally such genii includes:

Ludwig van Beethoven

Albrecht Durer

Albert Einstein

Ezra Pound

and, Marie Antoinette

Personally, I wouldn't mind having genius hair. There's something quite cool about the fact that you could roll out of bed and suddenly have the hair of true sagacity. I suppose it has something to do with the idea of being able to constantly maintain a calm facade, even when things go a little crazy - even if the craziest thing is your hair.

ps. I particularly like the Pound photograph. Partially because he has a look that if his eyes were to roll back in his head, he'd look just like a zombie. Also partially because it's a Henri Cartier-Bresson portrait, and I can't resist Henri.

pps. Who else thinks that Durer is a poser?

polari:

The lost language of gay men.

Recently I became aware of Polari, a supposedly 'homosexual' language used in the 1970s-80s. Today, Polari is more of a novelty, presenting a style of discourse we would probably consider stereotypical of a very enthusiastic or hyperbolic gay man. There is even a Polari dictionary, written by Paul Baker, aptly named 'Fantabulosa'.

I came across this interesting and highly amusing language in a Self and Other lecture that focused on the identification of gender and sexuality through discourse. What particularly piqued my interest was an example of this 'gayspeak' in the lecture, and then the translated comparison:

"As feely homies, when we launched ourselves on the gay scene, Polari was all the rage. We would zhoosh our riahs, powder our eeks, climb into our bona new drag, don our batts and troll off to some bona bijou bar. In the bar, we would stand around parlyaring with our sisters, varda the bona cartes on the butch homie ajax who, if we fluttered our ogleriahs, might just troll over to offer a light."

Which, when 'translated', means something a bit more like this:

"As young men, when we launched ourselves on the gay scene, Polari was all the rage. We would fix our hair, powder our faces, climb into our nice new clothes, don our shoes and cruise to some nice small bar. In the bar, we would stand around chatting with our gay friends, admiring the nice bulge in the pants of the butch man nearby who, if we fluttered our eyelashes, might just wander over to offer a light."

My favourite word would have to be ogelriahs. It just seems so logical.

Well. I hope you enjoyed my departure into the distinctive lingo of the 'gay male'. I should go finish cleaning my room now.

bah

It's technically the 3rd and thus a new day. I feel justified blogging in such quick succession now. I just wanted to share with you this image of 'thinks-he's-low-maintenance-but-is-actually-high-maintenance' sheep. Enjoy.

I should definitely get over this site already. Thank you for being so quirky.

the wonders of tea

*chuckle*

why...

Why do all the little things seem so important? Why are they the things you want or worry about most? Why are they the things you snap about? Why is saying sorry afterwards so hard? Why is it hearing the 'it's okay' after the sorry so important?


Why do I overanalyse?

rabbit bag

It's so cute.

I'm flying away to Perth on Thursday night so I can go and sleep on my cousin's floor. He's turning 21 and I promised I'd be there. So come rain, hail or viral illness I will be there for his birthday shindig on Saturday. Aren't I fantastic?

new post

It's been a while since I've bothered blogging. A lot has probably happened since I last posted something, but chances are that if you're reading this you'll already know that. The most significant occurrence as of late would be that I am now employed. Unfortunately, whilst employment comes with many benefits (the most obvious being money) it also poses many dilemmas on which I must deliberate. I am currently torn, as most people who suddenly find themselves with an income are, about what to do with it - whether to save it sensibly, or recklessly spend it. If you have any advice about whether or not to be financially responsible (or even what I should spend it on (within reason)) please say so.

Also, whilst on the topic of finances, I found this interesting method of storing financial documents.

'The jars hanging from the ceiling in the showroom ... are filled with their old financial statements.'

credit: The Selby