Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Despite me sleeping in my own bed in my own room last night, I woke up this morning smelling Darren on my skin. Well it smelled like him, or whatever cologne or aftershave he uses. Or the detergent he uses on his sheets. Fuck, I don't know. But one of those.
If it does turn out to be his washing detergent (which although I doubt very much would nonetheless be really cool), it's got to be some special stuff - maybe some sort of Designer-Omo or something. Possibly a Hugo Boss/Cold Power hybrid. Hmm, smells expensive.
Now that's a marketing idea.
Anyway, so I'm watching the documentary The Corporation (screening on SBS TV in three parts; part two screened tonight). It's an eye opener if nothing else. I feel a little dirty, knowing that I'm a victim of consumerism and that I knowingly contribute to this frightening hold that faceless corporations have on the world. What's even worse is the knowledge that I'm probably not going to change my ways.
For one, it's ridiculous that a corporation can be recognised as if it were a person. Even more ridiculous that a corporation can own the rights to a living organism; or even the genes that make up you, me and every other living creature on Earth. And that's all only one small issue...
Meanwhile, something I have to mention because of the stupidity of it all: singing the Mamas and the Papas' hit California Dreaming. Off key, mind you, and singing the backing vocals simultaneously - which is quite an effort. Of course the logical thing to do when singing with another person (which in this case was my aunt) is for one person to take one part and the other person to take the other. But no, that's too obvious.
And the way that this song is structured means that you often won't finish a line of the lyrics just so you can start the next line of the backing vocals in time. Thus: "All the leaves are bro-- (All the leaves are brown) / And the sky is gre-- (And the sky is gre-ey) / I've been for a-- (I've been for a wa-alk) / On a winter's da-- (On a winter's da-ay)..." et cetera.
It all sounded quite shit.
Listening to:
Title: Lonely Day
Artist: Phantom Planet
Album/station: Smallville OST
Length: 3.44
If it does turn out to be his washing detergent (which although I doubt very much would nonetheless be really cool), it's got to be some special stuff - maybe some sort of Designer-Omo or something. Possibly a Hugo Boss/Cold Power hybrid. Hmm, smells expensive.
Now that's a marketing idea.
Anyway, so I'm watching the documentary The Corporation (screening on SBS TV in three parts; part two screened tonight). It's an eye opener if nothing else. I feel a little dirty, knowing that I'm a victim of consumerism and that I knowingly contribute to this frightening hold that faceless corporations have on the world. What's even worse is the knowledge that I'm probably not going to change my ways.
For one, it's ridiculous that a corporation can be recognised as if it were a person. Even more ridiculous that a corporation can own the rights to a living organism; or even the genes that make up you, me and every other living creature on Earth. And that's all only one small issue...
Meanwhile, something I have to mention because of the stupidity of it all: singing the Mamas and the Papas' hit California Dreaming. Off key, mind you, and singing the backing vocals simultaneously - which is quite an effort. Of course the logical thing to do when singing with another person (which in this case was my aunt) is for one person to take one part and the other person to take the other. But no, that's too obvious.
And the way that this song is structured means that you often won't finish a line of the lyrics just so you can start the next line of the backing vocals in time. Thus: "All the leaves are bro-- (All the leaves are brown) / And the sky is gre-- (And the sky is gre-ey) / I've been for a-- (I've been for a wa-alk) / On a winter's da-- (On a winter's da-ay)..." et cetera.
It all sounded quite shit.
Listening to:
Title: Lonely Day
Artist: Phantom Planet
Album/station: Smallville OST
Length: 3.44
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