28.4.14




today sucks. i love you and miss you forever puppy number 1, you wonderful old farting fluffball.

6.4.14

[yesterday]

i find it slightly strange that i didnt realise the significance of my activities till quite late in the day. ive been sitting sewing moss onto gravestones. not miserable gravestones and dirty moss. soft, pretty, warm and bright. 20 years is a very long time but it doesnt feel like it so much sometimes. its basically geod's entire lifetime.

while ive been working i have been listening to nirvana interviews on youtube. ive actually learned some stuff and noticed things, mostly how many complete tools worked for mtv in the 90s (probably not changed that much though...) and how dave, krist and kurt know fine bloody well that they could get away with anything, including saying nothing. i found this to be quite a special interview:





my most vivid nirvana related memory is probably in third or fourth year computing we were asked to compile a four page pamphlet on any subject we wanted. it was basically an exercise in layouts and word art and the pamphlet could have been on the reproduction cycle of a worm and mr bell wouldn't have given two shits as long as you knew how to make a header and use columns by the end of it. I, of course, the blossoming mosher child that i was... decided to write mine on the MURDER of kurt cobain. it was an exquisite piece of regurgitated conspiracy crap from the old days of the internet complete with pixelated graphics. i actually had TOO MUCH material and some articles had to be shrunk down to tiny font just to get all my VITAL INFORMATION in it. david kean did one about biffy clyro and wasn't allowed to put the vertigo of bliss cover in it cause it was too explicit for 15 year olds to be looking at, but i was allowed to write details of a suicide investigation complete with pictures. it was a pretty rad class. i guess i grew up a bit and im not quite so concerned about the murder conspiracies as i used to be. i wonder if that pamphlet is kicking about anywhere in the house. mum get hunting!!!

i had this amazing kurt cobain tshirt from flip as well. i think mum threw it out when i grew my huge nunga nungas.

in 2009 charlotte and her friend aileen and i went on an adventure to the wee bench by his old house and we got very lost. ive told the story countless times.... it was an indescribable moment sitting there and knowing that so many other people had done their pilgrimage to the same place.

photo by charlotte (i stole it off your facebook <3)
i don't know where im going with this really. i guess it's just a day for remembering. ive been doing a lot of thinking about krist and dave and frances bean today and that's where i feel the most sadness.

thankyou kurt. beautiful. just beautiful.

4.4.14

earworms





i get this stuck in my head ALL THE TIME. such a tune.