February 2012
If we’re both debt free by the end of the year, I get to give up my job and concentrate on getting to a point where the pr, promotions etc starts to make us some money.
The Last Faces Of Occupation
theactivistproject:
I wrote this on Saturday, but it feels as though i should post this now. It was due to be published on Dazed on Wednesday..
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Hackney shines, glistening wildly as beams of light cascade across St Paul’s stained glass windows. The spring air is crisp, but the bitter Winter doesn’t feel far away, as gushes of breeze pass the steps and flush into tent porches.
A protester sits...
One thing it has done, however, is make me even more determined to do something with my life that isn’t simply working in an office and paying off a mortgage.
Occupy London has been removed and I feel like something inside of me has broken. I found a home there - not in quite the same way as the homeless who found shelter, or the jobless who found purpose, but I found something among the tents and placards of St Pauls that I’ve never found anywhere else; a real sense of alternative living, a desire to do things differently and the drive to...
The Narrow State has landed!
rumourcubes:
That’s right. Our debut album is now available to stream and download in full from here. This is what people have said about it so far:
“…packs more inventiveness into 36 minutes than most bands of this ilk manage in an hour…an accomplished debut that displays their talent to its fullest extent” The Blue Walrus
“Rumour Cubes have truly delivered on this fine debut album”...
Anonymous asked: Do you know you are quite beautiful enough to be posting a sex blog? and i for one would love to be seeing it
It’s gone. Yet another terse email exchange, laden with misinterpretation, frustration and escalating hostility, and it’s completely gone. I hate this.
The change that can occur in my mental state in those few short hours between falling asleep and waking up the following morning is utterly mindblowing sometimes.
Today I feel completely wired, raring to go, my brain is alive with possibilities and is bouncing all over the place - I’m almost sick with frustration that I can’t work on everything, immediately and all at once.
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I don’t even really feel empty, I feel full of nothingness. Of darkness. I feel as though I’ve lost direction - or, worse than that, I know what I want my direction to be but I can’t see how to do it. I can’t see how to get there. And I’m not sure if I can cope just milling along and hoping it’ll work out in the way that I want it to.
I’m scared. Scared...
I hope I shake this detachment soon.
We launched our album and nothing has changed. I’m still hanging my head as I travel into work on Monday morning, still unable to see a way out of the daily grind, still hating myself for not jacking it in. I still spend the mornings wondering how many times I can call in sick before they decide I’m taking the piss, how long it’ll be before I snap and either go utterly postal or fall into line and...
I don’t think I’ve been this nervous about a gig since the first ever show we played.
Apparently if you want to get divorced but haven’t lived apart for 2 years, one of you has to be at fault even if both parties want to dissolve the marriage. Which seems utterly ridiculous, and has the knock on effect of making me really fucking paranoid that this will go down in writing somewhere, as a matter of legal record, as my fault.
I quite desperately don’t want to be named...
I didn’t realise The Guardian Comment is Free section had a tumblr. The reason I’ve now realised that is because they liked one of my posts, which I find FAR more awesome than I should!
Attention Melbourne Australia: The Amanda Palmer...
neil-gaiman:
I mentioned to the remarkable Amanda Palmer (currently about to do some small practice gigs with her new band then record a new album in Melbourne, Australia) that I wished there was someone who’d magically show up and make me a cup of tea or who I could have dinner with. It’s the sort of thing you say, in passing, over the phone, to your wife when you’re off on your own in a...
I feel good today :-)
Fuck everything.
I can’t feel my toes.
“And nobody knows
(Tiddly pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly pom)
How cold my...”
