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02 September 2013 @ 08:24 am

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09 August 2012 @ 12:18 am
Yay! I got tickets to see Julia Stone live here in Canberra in September, so I've been listening to her a lot lately, as well as her albums with her brother Angus Stone. I know everyone loves Big Jet Plane, but this is my favourite of theirs, it's called Mango Tree and it's all about the summer. It made me homesick for Australia when I was recently in London, and it makes me homesick for summer as Canberra is about to get snowed on sometime tonight or tomorrow morning (I love the winter, but I love the summer just as much). That sweet little guitar solo in the middle of the song is just sublime! Anyway, enjoy and mellow out...

02 January 2010 @ 10:27 pm

I had since devoured many philosophy books from the library, and it seemed that most philosophy was petty argument about things you just couldn’t know. I thought: Why waste time on insoluble problems? What does it matter whether the soul is made up of smooth, round soul atoms or of Lego, it’s unknowable, so let’s just drop it. I also found that, geniuses or not, most of the philosophers undermined their own philosophies, from Plato onward, because almost no one seemed willing to start with a blank slate or endure uncertainty. You could read the prejudices, the self-interest and desires of every single one. And God! God! God! The most brilliant minds coming up with all these complicated theories and then they say, ‘But let’s just assume there’s a God and let’s assume he’s good.’ Why assume anything? To me, it was obvious man created God in his own image. Man hasn’t the imagination to come up with a God totally unlike him, which is why in Renaissance paintings God looks like a skinny version of Santa Claus. Hume says that man only cuts and pastes, he doesn’t invent. Angels, for instance, are men with wings. In the same way, Bigfoot is man with big foot. This is why I could see in most ‘objective’ philosophical systems man’s fears, drives, prejudices and aspirations written all over them.