Just want to fall in love.
How does it feel to be 102 years old, with so many children of children of children below you, each one looking up and waving hello? When your children’s children are 43 and their children are fighting wars? How does it feel to see a fifth generation struggle to be cool? Does it make you laugh? Does it make you smile? Does stink? Does it ruin? Does it fuck you up?
Or does it make you see all the things they can’t?
“I first heard this when they supported David Bowie in the early 1980s at “VFL Park”. They upstaged David Bowie.? I kid you not.” - Youtube comment written to signify the importance of Australian culture over imports from other countries.
Hello dear readers. How are thee? Well, I suppose? That is marvelous.
This band is called Fucked Up. They are very good. Although I’m not sure if I desperately want to be at one of their gigs, or fear dying if I were to ever set foot in one of their so called ‘moshpits’. Looks more like ‘the armpit of hell’ if you ask me. Must smell like it too.
Oh, and they just won the 2009 Polaris Prize, the Canadian music industry’s ‘pat-on-the-hairy-back’ award.
And what a hairy back they have.
What will you be?
It’s inevitable. We all reach a point when we figure it out. What age will it hit you? Will you be a ‘mess’ or a ‘success’?
“One day I’ll be famous!” - High School Captain, 17.
“I’m going to be the CEO of a big company!” – Boy on High School tour, 12.
“Is engineering difficult?” – Girl asks mother over lunch, 5.
“Make the pain go away.” – Boy/Man, 24.
“One day you’ll learn the truth.” – Cafe owner, 36.
“My teeth hurt.” - Grandpeppy, 74.
Yes, it’s true. You may become a successful mess. Possibly a messy success.
But you’ll always be one or the other.
How many of your friends can you label?
Has an alaskan ice-shelf crawled into New York City or what? It’s freezing. It’s wet. It’s cold. It’s damp. The weather here is stoopid.
I’ve taken shelter in this little library in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. Its temperature is temperate, with a high of children and a late sweeping low of old people, one carrying a porn. I think it’s in Czech. WTF?
By the way, I’ve almost finished my folio. Soon I’ll be on the hunt for a job. Anyone got a job and visa combination you might like to give me? I’ll write you ads in exchange for food at the very least. Maybe even shelter in Gramercy Park. That might be nice. Lemme know courteous readers, you can find my email somewhere here.
Here! t at taitischia dot com.
P.S. Don’t you hate it how we gotta do that these days to not get a visit from the spam man? Hopefully you guys are hip to the tune of figuring out the email riddle above.
Are you consistently late to pick-up on the latest internet trends? Do you ever feel like the laggard in that stupid marketing graph? Does it make you question your validity as a connoisseur of the wwworld? A virtual flaneur? A ‘digital native’? Sometimes I do. Sometimes I feel less of a person. But then I realise I am special. I am worth money in the virtual webula. I am worth something to the world.
Maybe if I had been first to this Virtual Knee Surgery website my life would be different. Maybe I would be “Tait, the knee surgeon”. Maybe I would own a mansion equipped with several trapdoors. Maybe my future children would refer to me as a ‘cool dad’ when they talk to their friends at high school. Maybe this will be me. But I need to dream big. I need to Innovate. I need to subscribe to blogs. I need to RSS the entire webernet. I will learn to adapt to this new internet life.
Let’s do it together.