random blog of shit i fucking like, motherf**r

ok so i was assigned an assessment from this heaps tall guy. he said, loosely, "type about shit you like" but in a more composed way.

right, music. so if you didnt know, i freakin love the stuff. i only love a select bit of music comming from my own itunes lists really and dont listen to radio but i do search far and wide for my faves. right now it would have to be jeffree star. he is so empowering in that he has maintained his image, it takes a fuckload of dedication to be a man like him and to comment on pop culture by making his own brand of pop that cuts the middle man and tells us that we should be annorexic, influencing us to stalk people and commit crimes, i think thts genius and you would be a fool to follow. that is where the genius lies i think, its in the way you view him. i see him as a commentator of hollywood, raw, strong and everything dark that comes with the term "celebrity" whereas the common person could call him freak and fag. i love those planned crazies or, should i say, artists. oh look! there he is below.

photo by Austin Young.

i suppose it is the music that keeps me going daily and i have a very small amount of hobbies that suffice my boredom. another is cookbooks. in all of book world i cant see anything higher than a cookbook. screw novels and academic pieces, cook books are the shit. i cant respect a book if it isnt guiding me through beautiful cultural histories through food and sharing their tips on tastes. i love my ecclectic cookbook collection and i love how people have maintained their daily rituals based on love and sharing by cementing their recipes into books to share with the world. i think its one of the best ways we can look back at cultures, so sentimental and so delicious. genius is the person who invented the cookbook.
im currently waiting on a book to be delivered, its called "cute yummy time" by La Carmina and it has great tips on making japanese bento boxes into anime cartoons that are edible.

i would have to say i love margaret foulton, who, in the 70s, told australia about a handy recipe called a "faggot of fried beans", i kid you not. i own that book!

another thing i am passionate about is not capitalising my words in my blog posts and being absolutly spot on with grammar and stuff but i do like spelling, kinda. i think that if i was to worry too much about it then my writing wouldnt be as fluid and prob rigid and sucky. i mean, it is here for us to blurt stuff out right? no one expects a polished piece of literature that is profound by any means and so long as the mundane is a supportive beam to your writing you can claim it as a "blog" and i think i qualify three times over.

jerry springers "final thought" moment: dont eat that, its stale.

and, obligatory shout out to the "one fine gay" blogger who advised less doom and gloom in blog form.