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you guys. this is kind of emotional. Today marks the last networked media class… And consequently this will be my last blog post. Ever.

i just wanted to say a big thanks for reading, and for not judging me even though my posts have nothing to do with the course that I have probably failed.

youre alrrrrirght.

so one last piece of advice i wanted to gift you-

“aint about how fast I get there. Ain’t about what’s waitin on the other side. It’s the climb”. – mile cyrz.

who would have thought miley would have pulled through with the goods once again? Not me.

hve a good life n hopefully we can hang out some time.

because I’m not sure..but I think I’m in love with yoU.

goodbye forever my cyber friends,

it has been as real as it gets.

georgia Louise King.

 

ps I’m listening to ke$ha on the train at 8am on a Thursday morning. Caffeine is overrated. God bless. X

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Young girl writes to her diary

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Dear diary,
Today I saw the pretty boy at work again who made me trip down the stairs with all of de sandwiches.
I was still a babbling mess, but definitely a step up from last time.
Is this what love is diary?

Dem eyes get me right in the feels.

Right in the feels.

Peace out Brussel sprout,
GK- appreciator of pretty faces.

zucchini blues.

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Just wanted to get out some negative energy and thought the internet would be a good place to vent because of the way that its not eternal and everything you say in years time cannot be linked back to you. (jus kidding el- that was a jok 4 u- also this is course related because i mention the net).

The worst vegetable of all of the vegetables is the zucchini.

here is a letter to the zucc.

Dearest Zucchini,

you make my life a living hell once every six months when mum sees you on the supermarket shelf and decides to pop it in the old trolley and be inventive with dinner.

you make my life a living hell.

As you sit there on my plate, steamed and flavourless, I ask myself, “what is the point of you?”.

You make me very sad zucchini. you should be ashamed of yourself.

I understand that maybe you’re alright if you’re stuffed with cheese (tasty) or a piece of tantalising prosciutto is draped across your torso, but they aren’t you. You are plain. You are nothing to me. You’re hardly even nutritious.

You disgust me.

I think I need to drink less coffee.

Magic iz real

Zucchini hatin hater

Bless x1000

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M8ZZZZZ.

How are ya?!! Apologies for not being in contact in a while. I’ve been ‘busy’.

So just a quicky for the minute.

Thought I’d grant you a giggle to get your Wednesday mid afternoon started off right.

So the otha day I was asking my family what they felt the meaning of life was, I asked my dad, I asked my mum- their answers were totally stock standard and borannnng. Sorry guys. Then I asked my little brother Ed, who is 16, who wisely replied “just to have a good time and enjoy what you’ve got while you’ve got it”. And I was like BCH! you’re onto something.

The world works in mysterious ways and it is certainly true that we can never quite hold onto anything forever- relationships end, people change, circumstances transform.

ED HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD.

Then he said…

“what’s a philosopher? Is that someone who studies dinosaurs?”

good on himmmmmm.

bless x1000

Ge bear

Small town girl gets zen

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SERIOUS POST.

Material is running low so here is my philosophy thing that I wrote last week which is kind of interesting and totally ties in with the reading this week (cough cough).
The old ‘what is the meaning of life?’ chestnut.

This question is one that baffles almost everyone you come across, including myself- to find meaning in a world like ours, one so absurd and void of any kind of definite answer as to how we came to be here or why, is near impossible. However to live a life full of happiness it is arguably best that we come to some kind of conclusion, or reach some kind of ontology we are content with.

THE ROCK AND THE MAN WHO ROLLS THE ROCK UP THE HILL.
As explained in yesterdays lecture, the absurdist view of the meaning of life can be likened to the Greek myth of Sisyphus, who was condemned by Hades to an eternity of rolling a realllllly heavy rock up a realllllly big hill and this rock tumbling right back down when he reached the top. (PHIL1003 Fit10).

The unfortunate lot thrust upon Sisyphus is seemingly a metaphor for the monotonous way many lead their own lives, especially in capitalist societies such as our own, where we wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep and then repeat- this idea being so depressing because of how true it is.

In yesterdays lecture it was stated that “we find ourselves thrown here and we create empty pockets of meaning for ourselves that seem important at the time but utterly significant in light of the mind-bogglingly big scale of a vast indifferent universe”. (PHIL1003 Fit 10) This idea ties in with that of deferred values, which see many place importance in the pursuit of instrumental values, seeking things only for their existence as a means to attain something else, rather than the thing in itself. This is illustrated by the Alan Watts piece titled “music and life”. Many of you have probably seen it before- the speech is widely available on Youtube with a sweet animation to accompany it and it essentially says that life is best lived, or most happily lived rather, if we journey through life like we do when enjoying music.

When listening to music, we don’t seek its end but rather we enjoy the whole piece. Skipping straight to the end would be to miss the the whole purpose of the piece and we would yield nothing from the experience. In life however, it seems that we are in constant pursuit of further gain and of the illusion of success which we can never absolutely obtain.

Rather than jumping from primary school to high school to uni to the real world, obliviously missing out on the beauty along the way, we are to pay closer attention to the beauty of the here and the now as opposed to honing our focus on that end, success, that comes when life is near over. This view is connected to the Zen buddhist view which we touched on last week and I think seems the worldview which holds the most peace.


Further, your view is decided by you. the way you perceive the world- “it is not things in themselves that upset us but the view we take of them” -epi boy. why see the glass half empty when you can just as easily see it as half full.


So it would seem that the Zen buddhist view of living life free of attachment and without a massive investment in anything other than the ontology itself, provides us the greatest refuge from the glumness that is the question of the meaning of life.
XOXOX BUDDAH G
It is also worth noting that I am not a philosopher.

uncool girl tries to make sense of the concept ‘cool’

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‘cool’. What is, ‘cool’?

For long long time, people all over the place have strived to be ‘cool’.
For the purpose of entertainment and convenience I am going to narrow down the view of ‘cool’ to modern day Melbourne ‘cool’. This way my generalisations won’t be as general. Love me.
Now I know what you’re thinking- “Wow, this girl must know a lot about ‘cool’ if she is blogging about what constitutes ‘cool’. In fact she must be ‘cool’.”
The truth is that I am not even close to ‘cool’. I’m just ‘that cheese girl’ whom we all know and love(?).
Goodness look at me rambling when I should be getting to the crux of the ‘cool’.
This meaningful topic of conversation was initially struck with my mate little Lucy, who is, in my mind, moderately cool (JUST KIDDING LUCE YOU’RE ALRIGHT MATE).
Little Lucy and I were chatting (gals will be gals after all am I right?) and stumbled upon the idea that perhaps the question of ‘cool’ is one worth considering.
All too often my friends (the study group I am basing these observations on) claim that certain people are ‘cool’ because of this or that- a certain image someone has projected of themselves on the internet or within social groups, physical appearance and dress sense, location of house, ambitions etc. it’s all very superficial and tedious and Naturally these assertions frustrate uncool George to no end.
In my mind, there is nothing cooler than being completely comfortable with who and what you are. Just an honest soul travelling light and having a good time on the ol’ road of life.
what could possibly be cooler than complete authenticity?
This sounds like a giant ball of baloney- pretentious and cringeworthy all at once. However I think it’s for real.
for real.
As soon as you try to be something you aren’t you’re not being you anymore. And when you’re not being you you’re not being true. And what’s the sense in that? (Um am I a genius? Or maybe a poet?)
But for real.
Complete transparency and existing in the world as a genuine soul are the chief qualities that George, in her comprehensive studies, has decided are the essence of ‘cool’.
So if you want me to think you’re cool then pretend you are genuine.
bless.
ALSO. Let us remember that I am definitely not cool. Not by societies standards and not yet by my own- I hope to get there one day.
Stay true- most of all to yourself gals and guys!!!!
YEAH LYF BLOODY RIPPER YEAH BOIYZZZ.
Georgia the Ice Cube xo