tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61689452012-01-12T20:59:59.201+11:00"To make the individual uncomfortable, <br> that is my task." <br> Friedrich Nietzschetezzanoreply@blogger.comBlogger1791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1110948779986756922005-03-16T15:52:00.000+11:002005-03-16T15:52:59.986+11:00

projectmaya has now moved to typepad. just clickie on this text anywhere and you will be magically transported to my new site. please visit me. i am lonely. also if you have me on the rss thingee, can change also.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com247tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1109731858062659672005-03-02T13:49:00.000+11:002005-03-02T13:50:58.063+11:00

projectmaya has now moved to typepad. just clickie on this text anywhere and you will be magically transported to my new site. please visit me. i am lonely.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1109558982583654052005-02-28T13:48:00.000+11:002005-02-28T13:50:58.263+11:00

i am currently attempting to move my blog to typedpad. so maybe no post for a day or tow. yeah like it matters. i did not even post for ages and never gave a reason. anyway, i shoudl be doing my work. see you soon

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tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1109306000620808152005-02-25T15:33:00.000+11:002005-02-25T15:34:44.666+11:00

* trumpet sponsored by velle

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1109222653021521982005-02-24T16:24:00.000+11:002005-02-24T16:24:13.020+11:00

above is a picture of a rock. why a picture of a rock you say?well well, let me tell you. this is no ordinary rock. its a special rock. its a rock that some son of a rancid harlot, whose wrinkled member i pray contracts necrotizing fasciitis and whose children i hope turn out to be scatological necrobestialiac junkies, threw through my window at home. thats right, through my window. breaking the

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1108344552608508042005-02-14T11:35:00.000+11:002005-02-16T11:48:33.403+11:00

Don't say you weren't warned, Terry Johal dot com. It's been a month now so the threatened coup of Project Maya is becoming a reality. Don't think we wanted it to end this way. If you had've just heeded the calls to action it all could have worked out so differently. For the sake of the blog, I've been called in to take some rather extreme action. Haven't had a job in Australia for sometime,

beatrixnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1105761194573001702005-01-15T14:53:00.000+11:002005-01-15T14:53:14.573+11:00

first i brought you dr. pornsak. now i give you the next superheros

tezzanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1105700116901794882005-01-14T21:51:00.000+11:002005-01-17T20:47:21.036+11:00

Don’t raisin looks like droppings? I love raisins, don’t get me wrong but they do look a lot like rat droppings. its not the most appetising of thoughts but that’s just the way it is.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1105517828065887112005-01-12T18:08:00.000+11:002005-01-12T19:17:08.066+11:00

the asia blog awards have come and gone. the dust has settled and the winners have been announced. myrick organised a lunch to get all the singapore crew together and i managed to wrangle an invitation. [read more here, here and here] i had an awesome time hanging with the whole mob. it reaffirmed for me the whole community aspect of the blogging world. we made up a fairly diseperate bunch

tezzanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1105327866659020952005-01-10T14:24:00.000+11:002005-01-10T14:31:06.660+11:00

I was up early on Saturday morning and I was watching the cartoons. One particular cartoon really got me fully annoyed. I don’t have the details of which cartoon it was but that’s not important. The point is that it showed an elephant drinking water through its trunk. Can you believe that? An elephant drinking water through its trunk. Everyone knows that the trunk is the elephant’s nose.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1105325813582512932005-01-10T09:50:00.000+11:002005-01-10T14:34:08.936+11:00

Another night spent in the wonderful state of sleeplessness. The thing about not being able to sleep that really gets to me is not the tiredness or the lethargy of the next day; it’s the sheer pointlessness of it. To just lie that looking at the light buzz of the telly, the vague sound suggestions of the traffic, turning and twisting in hopes of finding a sleep inducing position and then

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1104213263223049452004-12-28T16:39:00.000+11:002004-12-28T16:54:23.223+11:00

i am currently sitting at Phuket International Airport waiting for my flight to Koh Samui. there is a fair amount of chaos in the air. people just sitting around waiting for whatever flights they can get out of here. tempers were fraying at the check in counters. families not getting same flights, being seperated. people breaking down screaming at counter staff accusing them of being uncaring

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1104201951677903622004-12-28T13:19:00.000+11:002004-12-28T13:45:51.676+11:00

i am currently sitting at KLIA waiting to catch my flight to Phuket and from there carry on to Koh Samui. there is a free wireless network here and so that means its the first time in days i can check my mail and blog. i was going to do it from the hotel in KL but i buggered it up right and proper. i was all plugged in and ready to go. then i did something silly, dropped my laptop and now the

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103698179416680082004-12-22T17:49:00.000+11:002004-12-22T17:49:39.416+11:00

well, its that time if the year again. the time of bacchus and dionysus masqurading as rotound elderly men. the time of the siren songs of retail senerading the pilgrimes at the meccas of capitalism. the time when fortuna's wheel is at its zenith and we forget her caprious fickle nature.so my dear friends;merry xmas and happy new year.may your credit card bills not be terribly high and your xmas

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103468414304743592004-12-20T01:46:00.000+11:002004-12-20T02:00:14.303+11:00

This kind of feels like someone going through your undie drawer laughing at the ones that you've kept in case of a washing emergency - except that we do this voluntarily in the name of online idiocy (or late night sleep inducement after writing a university course outline in my case). So can I keep pressing shuffle till something halfway credible comes up? No? Damn! Well, here goes nothing: I

Mad Hatter.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103452881066222502004-12-19T21:31:00.000+11:002004-12-19T21:41:21.066+11:00

so singapore's bloggomegaultimastar mr brown has this music shuffle thing to do, and so i did it. no britney or justine but i have a celine some and a few whitneys. but i survived. i have six double cd volumes of the best of the eighties but that did not turn up either. nor did a whole bunch of other embrassing music. why? cos i moved most of my music to my external hardrive. yeah!

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103259756339207212004-12-18T16:44:00.000+11:002004-12-18T17:00:14.766+11:00

"For a journal about new media, New Media and Society didn't seem very excited about providing references to relevant websites (or CDs, or anything). That each contributor does not have a website URL next to their name seems not merely disappointing, but pretty freaky. If your new media expert cannot even put together a basic website to support their work (simply providing extra information and

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103259154848021492004-12-17T15:03:00.000+11:002004-12-17T15:52:34.846+11:00

Before I moved to Australia there was something missing in my life. Sure, I had a good job, cute dog and lovely man but I still had the gnawing feeling of absence, an emptiness, a void, or perhaps a chasm. The day I set foot in Melbourne and took a stroll through the thriving bustle of Swanston Street I realised what I had been missing and what I had now found that would make my life

Mad Hatter.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103243792409864442004-12-17T08:44:00.000+11:002004-12-17T11:44:00.593+11:00

never did i think the day would come when i would say - 'little johnnie is right! completely and irrevocably right!'. next i will start thinking that maybe tony a-bot has human-like tendencies. oh woe is me, johnnie and i are of the same mind. this really hurts. and i blame you city of sydney. A plague o' both your houses! this is what we have come to agree on. i have rarely been this

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103153809099924492004-12-16T09:53:00.000+11:002004-12-16T16:41:11.406+11:00

hammy has asked me to think of a few slogans for t-shirts. he knows how important i think the space offered by t-shirts is. it is probably the only space left in this over commodified world where one can choose to or not to say anything. all this happens while advertisers try to take over any eye-space possible to sell us more of what we don't need. public space is dead. [in bangkok, i saw a

tezzanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1103057727208547232004-12-15T07:55:00.000+11:002004-12-15T07:55:27.206+11:00

if you ever need a room, bugger the travel agent and ask your doctor to hook you up with his mate.and yes, it's pronounced 'suck'

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1102978455224711242004-12-14T09:10:00.000+11:002004-12-14T09:54:15.223+11:00

so survivor came to its conclusion last night [at least i think so, it could have been earlier but i was in bangkok, aka, craphola of the worldla, where they still sing cranberries songs]. and by god, the last time i watched it, there were a bunch of chicks and now its was redneck and rednecker. could it get more trailer? so what have we learnt this time around? 1. being a lying,

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1102915457255838602004-12-13T16:24:00.000+11:002004-12-13T16:24:17.256+11:00

Not only did I stay in an ominously named hotel, but my room number was 666. I could not make this stuff up.'the other best thing about bangkok? it sounds like something rude and painful happened to the natives.'

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1102860988660617612004-12-13T10:55:00.000+11:002004-12-13T01:16:28.660+11:00

So I took a cab late one morning to Orchard Towers to pick up some flight tickets. Now, this was a ride of not more than five minutes, but I got that one cabbie who made it seem like it was far longer. First he insisted that I was going to Orchard Towers way too early. Instead I should pay him $10 to drive me around the city for the next hour. inspite of my profuse insistences that i had no

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1102651795285340042004-12-10T15:01:00.000+11:002004-12-10T15:09:55.286+11:00

i am not a happy boy today. i have been advised that natasha is a 'non-RMIT managed asset' and as such cannot log onto the network without going through some serious paperwork and probbing. here i am attempting to put together a thesis about the potential emancipation that technology can provide and then boom! in your face. not impressed. spent the whole morning sorting this out. of course

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1102554498092589302004-12-09T12:08:00.000+11:002004-12-09T12:08:18.093+11:00

i am back in melbourne and am currently sitting at my awesome desk in uni, only hours after travelling thousands of kilometers.had a long and boring flight back. i just could not fall asleep no matter what i tried - positionwise and such. i watched all the movies and listened to the comedy channels. i have a complaint - it is really tedious to channel surf in the airplane. this is not desirable.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101963713841932232004-12-02T15:52:00.000+11:002004-12-02T16:01:53.843+11:00

I am back at the dont need my tourist dollars cos they have to sleep and eat and maybe spend time with their offpspring. bah! Why am I here? Not too sure. nothing exciting happened since my last post. sooo i have nothing to say really. nothing at all. nuthin .... except maybe this: "i know i am but what are you" i promise to blog more definitively when i get back to melbourne.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101918547634692302004-12-02T03:14:00.000+11:002004-12-02T03:29:07.633+11:00

note to bloggers: avoid numbering your dispatches. it forces you to write more than one, regardless. i was almost at my hotel after a long day of sweating and being very hot. after wandering the streets like an englishman. and while everyone encases themself in the cool sweet air of the airconditioner, what do i do? i venture forth to fulfill the dreams of my loyal readership of three with a

tezzanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101829255121927592004-12-01T02:05:00.000+11:002004-12-01T02:40:55.123+11:00

So I am sitting at an internet terminal somewhere in the swelter that is trying to pass itself off as Phuket. I sit encased in a substantial film of sweat, a James Cameron production starring old arnie kind of film. so far, I have been rained on, bitten by mozzies and had a Singha [word up to the duss]. Got in late in the evening and have not done much yet. But I have committed myself to

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101735567253390112004-11-30T01:32:00.000+11:002004-11-30T00:39:27.253+11:00

this might be the last post for a while now. i am off to thailand for the next few days. i have not decided if i am going to bring my laptop with me. it will be hard to leave natasha behind all by her lonesome. but i am fearful of dragging her around the streets of phuket and bangkok. also, i cannot, simply and vehemently cannot afford to have anything happen to her. i will try to get to

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101710198495303582004-11-29T17:36:00.000+11:002004-11-29T17:36:38.496+11:00

And there I was, in the toilet, it happened. Clean forgot what to do. So I thought about pissing on the floor as it was the obvious thing to do. I probably shoudl not flush as I am very eco-aware. Must save water and that is why I pissed on the floor - helping to wash. Obviously, washing hands is just silly. As they say, why wash when you can just piss on them. Of course, littering is just

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101465442544194232004-11-26T21:34:00.000+11:002004-11-26T21:37:22.543+11:00

I have this theory about Singapore. Well, I have several but here’s one of my newer ones. Over the last few days, I have been put into some peril by operators of various public places. They have put my life and limb at great risk. I blame this on the fact that Singapore is not a highly litigious society and that liability payouts are low. Let me explain. I was at City Hall Station one

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101461893247218952004-11-26T20:38:00.000+11:002004-11-26T20:38:13.246+11:00

"Ask yourself this question: if you have a child and he brings back a boyfriend or a girlfriend of a different race, will you be delighted?""I'll answer frankly - I don't think I will. I may eventually accept it," he [MM Lee] said.

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The pathology of the mobile phone in Singapore is pretty insane. Last night, I was sitting at the back of the lecture hall while my colleague was lecturing. I do this so as to be able monitor what the students are doing. This has nothing to do with the fact I have, not this time, but once or twice a long long time ago, fallen asleep during lectures. It has nothing to do with that. Anyway,

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101289930821540472004-11-24T20:00:00.000+11:002004-11-24T20:52:10.820+11:00

Teaching only begins at 7pm so I shall blog. I could do something productive like reading or writing but the blog calls. Lets go on about the chope rage. I have not seen it but I have heard much of this. People just going fucking bananas when their tissue packets are not given their due respect. Lets not even go back to the ‘hello kitty’ riots of 2000. Now that is some wicked chope rage. I

tezzanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101274184317147672004-11-24T16:25:00.000+11:002004-11-24T16:29:44.316+11:00

Ah, lets about connectivity. The hotel that I am staying at is awesome. It is insanely opulent; or maybe I just have low standards. It has easy broadband access but by god it’s costly. Its $17 an hour, $35 for 24 hours or $110 for a week. As much I crave connectivity, I had to hold back. I was told that there would be connectivity at SIM. I was told there is a lecturers lounge with terminals that

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1101268000811068142004-11-24T14:43:00.000+11:002004-11-24T14:46:40.810+11:00

I have been in Singapore for the last week or so and as such have not had the time to get blogging. Been busy witht the teaching and whatnots and of course the catching up with the few friends that know I am here. Blogging will commence shortly.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1100044684650624112004-11-10T10:04:00.000+11:002004-11-10T10:58:04.650+11:00

i like old people. seriously. they have given me hours of fun playing 'guess whose got diapers on?'. but i have one gripe with them, these old people. never ever go to the supermarket between 9.30 -12.00, before dr.phil and oprah come on. see, i was there the other day and i figured it out. i reckon old people get let out for their morning walks around this time so that they get tired out and

The Kinknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1099957889018300882004-11-09T10:51:00.000+11:002004-11-09T10:51:29.020+11:00

a fully sick nite. all come, there is much fun to be had.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1099901409490186022004-11-08T19:07:00.000+11:002004-11-08T19:10:09.490+11:00

Oh me, oh my. I want to speak mandarin -Non-Mandarin-speaking job seekers 'need chance to learn it' I feel 'anguish and frustrations' at being discriminated against when applying for simple jobs that require me to speak not the other languages. Of course, not my mother tongue or my other tongue. And not even my national tongue. But mandarin speakers are going to explain to me why I cannot get

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1099881805102358322004-11-08T13:42:00.000+11:002004-11-08T13:43:25.103+11:00

so i have passed my motorbike learners permit. i can with the blessings of the good people at vicroads ride a 250cc bike up to 110km/h. yeah, i am soooo badd baby. you know, i am going to rock the casbah like a mofo. "On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone She

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1099629178888349532004-11-05T15:32:00.000+11:002004-11-05T15:32:58.890+11:00

uni desk *blughed by*terryjohal.so this is what my desk in uni looks like. on a good day...and i swear... i will find it

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1099523876864678712004-11-04T10:03:00.000+11:002004-11-04T10:20:36.080+11:00

Ok, so Terry invited me to play on this blog with the specific proviso that I swear as much as possible. I let him down badly with my first attempt but he has been kind enough to give me one more shot. So here goes: WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING IGNORANT ARROGANT PAROCHIAL DICKWADS THE AMERICANS ARE!!!!! Now, i'm not given to mass stereotyping (much - stay tuned for the indian shopkeeper special

Mad Hatter.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098519790164777852004-10-23T17:58:00.000+10:002004-10-23T18:23:10.163+10:00

Oh dear god, I am turning into my mother. I used to laugh at her as she would come home from work, in the front door and out the back door into the garden, pausing only long enough to drop her bag. For the next half hour at least, she would be happily pootling around the garden, tweaking branches here, pulling a weed there, sort of destressing after her day I guess, at the time it just seemed

Mad Hatter.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098348431006639542004-10-21T17:16:00.000+10:002004-10-21T18:47:11.006+10:00

i think i am suffering from broken head syndrome {bhs}. originally, i thought i had merely sprained my brain trying to read deleuze and guattari's anti-oedipus. and of course the marking, which is always such a pleasant distraction from the less joyfull aspects of life like sleeping. but i think that perhaps its worse. been having the usual migraines but now they last for two or three days

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098248841208979652004-10-20T15:00:00.000+10:002004-10-20T15:07:21.210+10:00

Regulate monopoly in political market Opposition party member Steve Chia sent yesterday's debate on the new competition code off into a different direction when he called for the new law to also regulate the 'political market'.The Non-Constituency MP said the Bill did not have any provisions to check the 'monopolistic power and anti-competitive behaviour' of the governing political party in

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098164391473934552004-10-19T16:04:00.000+10:002004-10-19T15:42:49.466+10:00

these are all sourced from the various online editions of singapore newspapers recently. i could not make this up. maids gone wild v.3 = = = = = Her employer [Ai Li - a maid], who's identified only as Mr Chen, 40, a businessman, found her ranting illogically, sometimes pausing to laugh. The woman claimed that she was a male spirit. Unable to talk her down, Mr Chen called the police who sent

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098161582734010942004-10-19T14:50:00.000+10:002004-10-19T14:53:02.736+10:00

1. its too bloody hot. research, scientific research, has shown that the optimun work temperature is 17-24 degrees celsius, not 34 degrees, not 36 and defintely not 40 degrees. lee kuan yew, the great man himself, said that the air-conditioner gave us who live in the tropics a chance to take those from the temperates on. there would not have been the protestant work ethic if they were in the

The Kinknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1098074887653112352004-10-18T14:47:00.000+10:002004-10-18T14:48:07.653+10:00

I am sitting at the cafe and there are a bunch of freaks who have set up their fucking shop outside the ticketmaster. What kind of super loser would do such a loser thing? If you dont have the connections to score tickets, has it ever struck you that you are just not worthy. You are an inconsequential nobody digit and you dont deserve a ticket. The least you can do is find some other loser who

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097822727450350322004-10-15T16:45:00.000+10:002004-10-15T16:45:27.450+10:00

mrbrown is on holiday in melbourne. he is one of the most famous blogger in singapore. he has been blogging on the road about his experiences. johann is a singaporean dude who is crazy like a coconut, that is, he is cycling from turkey to new zealand. he was in melbourne recently and i caught up with him. it was interesting to meet and talk to someone who is living the research i do.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097805589418845712004-10-15T11:59:00.000+10:002004-10-15T11:59:49.416+10:00

bill laswell - dark massive/disengage [ambient compendium] cd1 5/5 cd2 4/5 bill laswell - invisible design *not rated/still listening bill laswell and jah wobble - radioaxiom 5/5 cheb i sabbah - krishna lila 4.5/5 colder - again *not rated/still listening rakesh chaurasia and talvin singh - vira 5/5 ryuichi sakamoto - bttb [back to the basics] 4.5/5 sacred system - chapter one- book of

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097735456923613342004-10-14T16:30:00.000+10:002004-10-14T16:30:56.923+10:00

The Christian nerd factor for this particular war in Iraq has been higher than usual, and for obvious reasons. who says research is pointless? ghandi vs howard sleeping through sex looking for a job?

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097466811013977082004-10-11T13:39:00.000+10:002004-10-11T15:50:21.610+10:00

derrida has joined the realm of the other DFTs [dead french theorists]. i am generally not a big fan of his work being more of a foucault and deleuze type of guy. derrida's approach is very useful but i feel it tends to collapse into itself. but his work on meaning is so relevant given the climate around osama, bush and a whole bunch of that kind of stuff. furthermore, i think it probably has to

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097457006081600192004-10-11T11:10:00.000+10:002004-10-11T11:10:06.080+10:00

What the hell is going on? This, coupled with a bunch of other recent acts, troubles me deeply. What ever happened to the "freedom" that is touted repeatedly? Media consolidation is a serious issue and one that needs our urgent attention unless you want the media industry to go the way of the music industry with the brittneys and jessicas. cos people, that is excalty where this is headed. the

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1095133833567043082004-10-07T03:30:00.000+10:002004-10-07T01:15:25.686+10:00

'ironically, the very scientific worldview and runaway technological acceleration some say have produced the spriritual vacuum and societal fragmentation that are fertile gorund for millenarian beliefs are spawning a technoeschatology of their own - a theology of the ejector seat.' - Mark Dery, Escape Velocity: Cyberculture at the End of the Century 'what i have said here is not 'what i think'

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097075594100864392004-10-07T01:10:00.000+10:002004-10-07T01:13:14.100+10:00

So i have not blogged for a while, a long while. And i have had the blog police hounding me. ok, not hounding but i did get a few irate emails. I would be flattered but they were more about being bored than 'i miss your super amazing mega interesting writing.' It was not very easy to not blog. But the blog become the public face of the blogger. And one starts to care about what is being

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1097048453358553032004-10-06T17:35:00.000+10:002004-10-06T17:40:53.360+10:00

The Kink will be touring for the first time in more than three long years. The Kink will be embarking on a four country tour in a few weeks and this is your chance to see The Kink after all this while. Book your tickets now! The first five bookings [via return email] will get to meet The Kink backstage and be given the opportunity to hang with him. Don’t wait! Get your tickets now! 13 Nov – 30

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1096909616618454172004-10-05T03:00:00.000+10:002004-10-05T03:06:56.620+10:00

here's a quick bunch of stuff to update youse awl. i am officially a phd candidate. For my upgrade from a masters, the school decided to have the candidate perform an oral defence of the thesis proposal and the work done to that point. I had my oral defence a couple of weeks ago and largely managed to clear it however, after my oral defence the school decided that it would be the first and

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1095135594998712712004-09-14T14:09:00.000+10:002004-09-14T14:19:54.996+10:00

here are some quotes from one of th bestest movies ever made, ever. Mr. Waturi: "And what's this about a doctor's appointment? You're always going to the doctor!" Joe Banks: "I don't feel good." Mr. Waturi: "So what? You think I feel good? Nobody feels good. After childhood, it's a fact of life. I feel rotten. So what? I don't let it bother me or interfere with my job." ----- Dr.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1094437067330749442004-09-06T11:34:00.000+10:002004-09-06T12:17:47.330+10:00

"I could understand Americans trying to grab patent rights over Basmati rice and neem products - where they mercifully failed - but how can anyone patent thought and meditation?" wrote the author Khushwant Singh in The Tribune. But resort administrator Yogendra - a Canadian lawyer formerly known as Darcy O'Byrne - says changes such as seeking copyright in the US are just common sense. "Those

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1093412839831177952004-08-25T14:58:00.002+10:002004-08-25T15:51:25.096+10:00

its true. i have a habit. several times a day i take a hit of a psychoactive drug. it used to be presribed as a decongestant, mild painkiller, an appetite suppressant and as a stimulant. i can go a day or two without it, but it just keeps calling me. so take it from someone who has given up giving up. for more information, go here. recent conversation i overhead ----- i was sitting in

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1093242984219692842004-08-23T16:36:00.000+10:002004-08-23T16:36:24.220+10:00

anyway, i was image googling 'india' and every page had a pix of some naked chick. and she wasnt even indian. strange. i mean, if she was indian, it would make some sense. but a blondie, it does not make any sense. its insane, nutty, crazy even. and the indian sites had a different map of india from the pakistani sites. it was interesting to see which sites showed tibet and which showed china

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1093230303598255942004-08-23T12:49:00.000+10:002004-08-23T13:09:42.356+10:00

When arguing with older people about young people being angry and political, try not to say, ‘it’s the ferocity of youth before age dulls the blade’. When listening to ‘chocolate salty balls’ by Isaac Hayes on the headphones while wandering around the supermarket, try not to sing along aloud. When asked for your opinion about someone you know, avoid the phrase ‘she’s very blonde’;

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1092786598635591392004-08-18T08:52:00.000+10:002004-08-18T09:49:58.636+10:00

what is the point of the olympics? seriously. 'higher, faster, stronger' would make more sense if ron jeremy said it. ohh, you run in a straight line, wow! oh wait, you can run around the bend and you can run the whole oval shape. i am well impressed. and you can throw this round metal disc/ball/ball-on-a-chain/pointy-stick. well, fuckin 'ell, isnt that just peachy? and what about you sweet

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1092386987931796102004-08-13T18:49:00.000+10:002004-08-13T18:55:26.453+10:00

There is something surreal about stumbling into the supermarket minutes after they open, soundtracked to bad 80s music. Its like one of those times when one has van winkled ones life and awakes to find everyone gone. It is rather unnerving. The good thing is that Druids opens at 6ish so I have somewhere to score my morning brew. Hmm… caffeine. i should get back to work. i have managed,

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1092274669721444852004-08-12T11:37:00.000+10:002004-08-12T12:25:12.203+10:00

as a young researcher and hopefully more in the future, its a strange world where you have to navigate blind and learn as you go along. there is no degree or course you can take to learn the ins and outs of academia. its pretty much pick it up as you go. which just makes the need for a good collegial atmosphere of nurturing senior academics, people who are willing to share to their knowledge

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091760382113548552004-08-06T12:46:00.000+10:002004-08-06T12:46:22.113+10:00

We just had a bit of a debate here in the postgrad room about the use of the word ‘however’. It seems that there are two camps in this debate; one that allows the use of however to start a sentence (as in “however, given that blah, we can blah blah.’) and the other which does not accepts its use in such a manner and only as a conjunction (as in “we can blah, however, given that blah blah.).

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091697318258329882004-08-05T19:15:00.000+10:002004-08-05T19:21:08.540+10:00

Ah dear hammy [but the rest of you can read this too – I am just that generous] As you say, maybe I should take more of an interest in Australia. I guess more as in beyond the rugby and dingoes. Lets talk of telstra. I believe that utilities, infrastructure, education and health should not be privatized. So that’s that. End of telstra discussion. I think we can pat each other on the back, grow

tezzanoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091601958896773002004-08-04T16:25:00.000+10:002004-08-04T16:45:58.896+10:00

ok, there is some serious unhappiness going on at the moment. i love my mac, natasha, and my ipod, hmm... ipod. but there is some bullshit about it that has pissed me off seriously like. first, and this is the bastard one. ms word has died on me a few times. it just "unexpected quits". what the hell does that mean? is that unlike quiting out of boredom? i dont get it. i am in the middle of

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091489979780600442004-08-03T09:21:00.000+10:002004-08-03T09:40:15.506+10:00

The paper is finally finished. Chop sign. I have sent it and now for a nervous wait for the next few months while they decide if it is good enough to be published. the aftermath of paper - a filing cabinet exploded, red pens everywhichwhere, draft upon draft upon draft, scraps of notes postits. Today is clean it up day. Have to sort all the papers i used, again and put them back into the

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091327530421660932004-08-01T12:32:00.000+10:002004-08-01T18:54:48.343+10:00

i have been writing very successfully to music of bill laswell but only his more indian flavoured albums. there is something very organic and hypnotic about the sound of the tabla in particular. it just lulls me into a calmness and centeredness that allows me to focus on my writing. so i went to cdconnections and bought a bunch of bill laswell cds. i figured that they will cost me whatever i

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091161130351170922004-07-30T13:47:00.000+10:002004-07-30T14:18:50.350+10:00

The question you [hammy] have raised is the question of the digital divide. But before i deal with that, i think we need to examine closely the rhetorical compression that has happened with the internet [icts in general] and democracy. then into that mix is slipped neo-liberal economic rationalism. that is the crux of the matter, that the technology is used to rationlise a particular economic

tezzanoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091159125275272222004-07-30T13:42:00.000+10:002004-07-30T13:45:25.276+10:00

the panel yesterday was pretty good fun. i got to give a 15min presentation with my techno-evangelist hat on. its amazing how misunderstood the internet and icts in general are. the problem it seems to be is that we have let the technology become the boss rather than the audience, then we blame the internet for not being all it was cracked up to be. oh ah, the internet is not very useful. oh

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091069030514497182004-07-29T12:18:00.000+10:002004-07-29T13:56:23.036+10:00

it seems i have been anointed. i have been renamed. terry no longer, its tezzaAAA. before, it was very few friends who called me that. now, i get emails from people in my department addressed to tez or tezza. the good coffee people at the cafe love to go tezzaaAAA. i have had students go - tezza. i have been called many things so its another one to learn to respond to. somehow, texymaxy never

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1091055248772288842004-07-29T07:18:00.000+10:002004-07-29T09:00:23.340+10:00

i am sitting at my desk, early early in the morning before any one else is here. the weather is gray and wet. my office is dark and cold, just me sitting by the cone of yellow light of my desk lamp and the glows from my screens. just had a breakfast of chocolate digestives and a latte. have to try and write a 1000 words today.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1090217426641500772004-07-19T16:10:00.000+10:002004-07-19T16:13:37.443+10:00

i began the day as i do most mondays - backing up all my research files for the previous week. and it was all good. i use some thing called iMsafe. it has so far worked a charm. its been as they say, "too easy". and then it happened. every word file i opened would automatically shut itself down. every single word file was useless. the good thing was it had all already been backed up. the bad

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089714747478911532004-07-13T20:25:00.000+10:002004-07-13T20:32:27.476+10:00

tomorrow I begin tutoring again after taking a semester off to concentrate on my research. its been a good semester of work and now back to trying to get the rent paid. or buy more ipod knick-knacks. i figured that one of my 60 students might decide to google me. That’s a scary thought, no? my blog turns up in the first few links. hmm... that is something to consider. do I want my students,

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089622011363313842004-07-12T18:46:00.000+10:002004-07-12T18:46:51.363+10:00

here are some t-shirt slogans i have come up with. any suggestions? commodify yourself, buy this shirt commodify me, make an offer Jesus loves Mee I am not special - I am not unique Culture Slut - Culture Whore … and I care god is not dead, merely bored it’s the smell I am an affluent demograpic space for rent hmmm... iPod

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089440923757847072004-07-10T16:28:00.000+10:002004-07-10T16:28:43.756+10:00

“and I raaan, I raaan so far awaaay aaa / I just raaan, I raaan all night and daaay aaa / I couldn’t get away” I ran (so far away) by A Flock of Seagulls I go to hairdressers a few months back, and I say to Bruno, he’s the hairdresser man, though I mean man very slightly, you know what I’m saying yes, and I say to bruno, I want the a flock of seagulls and he say to me, no your hair is too

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089271191965807132004-07-08T17:19:00.000+10:002004-07-08T17:19:51.966+10:00

after spending a fair while writing a draft, into which has gone much work, much reading and much groundwork, its very hard to get it back after a few minutes - rejected pretty much. its very hard, and there are a whole bunch of other stuff to get sorted out. uni classes start next week and there are tutorials to prepare and lectures to write. i am so worn. my head hurts. but i will

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089185391308063242004-07-07T17:29:00.000+10:002004-07-07T17:29:51.306+10:00

i know the title is misleading considering my last post but hey, made you look. it seems that singapore is busying setting another record. this time its about MoBlogging. another record for us, yeah baby yeah! but the site seems to be down for the moment, or perhaps the last two weeks [as far as i know]. this is no way to going about setting records. its most unfortunate. but i wonder what

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1089183901175722452004-07-07T16:37:00.000+10:002004-07-07T17:05:01.176+10:00

There seems to be a whole bunch of what the cat dragged in at stopgays. Hey, I think its oh so wonderful that this freedom to express oneself [14.1.a] in being exerted wholeheartedly in cyberspace. I think popagandhi has given enough of an answer. there is little more that need be said. plus i find it rather painful ramming by head against brick [shit] house walls. but i blame not poor

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1088413279404552672004-06-28T19:01:00.000+10:002004-06-28T19:01:19.406+10:00

'The razor-toothed piranhas of the genera Serrasalmus and Pygocentrus are the most ferocious freshwater fish in the world. In reality they seldom attack a human.' If you can sms that in less than 43.24 seconds that you might be able to claims the world record. kimerbly yeo, another outstanding singaporean has done us [singapore] proud by beating the old record of 67 seconds, held by some dude.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1088236707380056282004-06-26T17:58:00.000+10:002004-06-26T17:58:27.380+10:00

... What you say is that I've always been trailing behind, sparing my strength, taking advantage of the experiments of others - homosexuals, drug addicts, alcoholics, masochists, madmen, etc. - and vaguely sampling their delights and their poisons without ever risking a thing. ... But what do you know about me once it is said that I believe in secrecy - in the power of falsehood rather than in

tezzanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1088132186865946442004-06-25T12:56:00.000+10:002004-06-25T12:56:26.866+10:00

‘When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake.’ – Narrator, Fight Club The insomnia is back. It’s painful. I spend hours drifting in that space between the asleep and the awake. Mind just ticking over, clocking bits and bytes of ruminations that just snowball slowly until I have no choice but to get up. Every few hours, I fall asleep to dream I was

tezzanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087903539349701722004-06-22T21:25:00.000+10:002004-06-22T21:25:39.350+10:00

i was going through some notes on the internet that i have somewhere in my piles of scarps of scribbles and came across this one. it must have been from months ago as it was a fairly old pile which has since moved into the dark dusty recesses under my desk. i remember reading the article, or rather, interview as it was a short piece and had a funky title - 'the masked philosopher'. this

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087807494056127752004-06-21T18:44:00.000+10:002004-06-21T18:44:54.056+10:00

"A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push." -- Ludwig Wittgenstein there is no point in trying to reinvent the wheel. or so its said. but to wheel or not to wheel, that is the question. several ancient cultures never invented the wheel. considering that was used to gauge the development of a

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087473050356408772004-06-17T21:50:00.000+10:002004-06-17T21:50:50.356+10:00

I am stuck in my office at uni as the rains have come without warning. Me being me, as usual have nothing bar a jacket and jumper. But Melbourne being Melbourne, when I do bring my splash proof jacket, oh then its got to be all sunny and warm. So I sit here all by my lonesome, I have no coffee, no cake or no bugger all. So I shall blog instead. Hmm… I some cans of tuna stashed somewhere

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087439253857947672004-06-17T12:27:00.000+10:002004-06-17T12:27:33.856+10:00

just a quick/ie. 2moroe knight eye weel bee chequeing oot "the suns" or dha ban 4merli nown es "the boredfucks". dhay weel bee plieng et "the laundry" 2moroe. eye haff seam dham a phew tymes uber dha las cowpel oaf manths. dha kan o'reily 'rock the fuck out the joint'. sea kew ahl dhare.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087354405217044822004-06-16T12:53:00.000+10:002004-06-16T13:26:30.616+10:00

national service, which is complusory conscription, in singapore is to be reduced from 2.5yrs to 2yrs, and the reasons for this are that [t]he rapid advance of technology and new war-fighting concepts have made it possible for blah blah blah. this is an awesome piece of news and i reckon a huge relief to many many ns men. the impact of this conscription on singaporean men is a significant one.

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087279000952387912004-06-15T15:56:00.000+10:002004-06-15T15:56:40.953+10:00

you know you have crossed a weird line when you go into borders and after an hour, seem to think that the elements of style by strunk and white and eats, shoots and leaves by truss are the most interesting books that you want and need. anyway, below are two paragraphs for your reading pleasure. they took me almost three hours to write. i need to speed up my writing like a mofo my peeps [or

tezzanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1087260694834520462004-06-15T10:32:00.000+10:002004-06-15T10:51:34.836+10:00

there is something very obscenely morose about stumbling cocooned in your memories to uni under a cold grey sky after the night rain has washed away the dredges of sleep from the lashes of the morning listening to the alan parson project; “Goodbye my love, Maybe for forever Goodbye my love, The tide waits for me Who knows when we shall meet again If ever” -- Time it is strangely

tezzanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086848812381533052004-06-10T16:26:00.000+10:002004-06-10T16:26:52.380+10:00

... eventually. i have to answer new charges of cultural relativism, being unconcerned about female circumsion, being asian, slumming with hammy, writing racist paragraphs, racist iPods, being an irreverent baiter, but the one that really got my goat was this one. but at this moment, i am preoccupied with this drafts that i want to finish sharpish. oh... but dont you worry my fellow

tezzanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086766357885598812004-06-09T17:32:00.000+10:002004-06-09T17:32:37.886+10:00

i should be doing my work instead of waffling about in cyberspace. i have to write two drafts papers before i *jet* off [at great personal expense to myself] to the 15th Biennial Conference of the Asian Studies Association of Australia. and more urgently, i should get the powerpointies for my presentations done and emailed out by friday. currently, i am working on one of the papers i am

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086752987797768632004-06-09T13:49:00.000+10:002004-06-09T13:49:47.796+10:00

j.lo - she absolutely rocks man. she is even a better person that i thought. not only is she getting married instead of all of those other sinfully living together god haters, but marc anthony - the proven begotter - has beggoten once again. thats right kiddies, j.lo is preggers. maybe we need to look to the j.lo solution to the current low birth rates. lie down with various men, get married

tezzanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086593045350081892004-06-07T16:31:00.000+10:002004-06-07T17:27:27.096+10:00

as i expanded in a previous post about j.lo and how we need to recognise that she is a good role model for all those who suffer from martial variance disorder or MVD, yet do not wish to live in sin. she has once again done herself proud by marrying marc anthony, who had just last week divorced from the mother of his two previous children. we must praise marc for getting a divorce from his wife

tezzanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086333431358910012004-06-04T17:08:00.000+10:002004-06-04T17:22:30.873+10:00

I have in the previous post defined what a racist is, and in this post will look at the exercises of the racist. The first is the racist who thinks that his or her race is superior so its exercise is to behave or put into effect conduct that privileges his or her race. The second is the racist who behaves or put into effect conduct that discriminates those that are not of the same race. The third

tezzanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086144235446477512004-06-02T12:38:00.000+10:002004-06-02T12:53:29.206+10:00

Recently, I was called a racist. Not surprisingly however, given that I am wont to make statements like ‘I am an equal opportunity racist, I hate everyone’. And, I just like to provoke others. But its time I clarified my position. Race is defined as a group of people with a common history and geographic origin such that they can be distinguished as a fairly distinct group due to genetically

tezzanoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168945.post-1086081387131310812004-06-01T19:05:00.000+10:002004-06-01T19:16:27.130+10:00

as you can probably tell by now, project maya has undergone an extreme! make over. blogger has been relaunched recently after having been bought over by goggle. it even better and easier to use than before, with heaps more features. now is the time to blog my fellow drooges. on that note, welcome to tramspotting - a new blog on life on melbourne's tram system. And a sad farewell to struck

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