Lost in Cyberspace!!!!!!!!!!

When I was a kid....
(Now, I know what you're thinking..... wasn't that like 3 years ago...but SHUT UP I mean like a little kid)
.... the world was substantially different.

I used to spend my money saving for $5 music singles from Sanity, writting in my "Girl Tech" voice-locking diary and riding my bike to my friends house, to make up dance routiens to N'sync.
But today, everything has become much more "hi-tech".



Instead of calling your friend or biking over to their house.....
we facebook chat them.
Instead of meeting a cute guy at a coffee shop and going on a dinner date...
we search for blind dates on RSVP.
It seems the entirity of our world has turned itself upside down and become cyber spacial.

Yes, our world has stretched beyond the means of physical or verbal contact and taken on a world of it's own, completely.

But now, that we've switched our world over, on to the net, are we still controlling it....or is it slowly starting to control us?



As Stanley Kubrick's 70s cult film, "2001: A Space Odyssey" explores, through the evolution of technology and the internet, our world is starting to be controlled by machines.
On facebook thousands of people are a apart of millions of different groups:
The "Kevin Rudd Sucks" group
The "Death to Bindy Irwin" group
The "I kissed a girl, and I liked it" group....
these groups are a way of people joining together, to share their ideals and interests.

But what happens when these groups go to far....
... when some appocolypto obsessed, computer geek, that's living in his mothers garage, decides that "yeah, it's hot enough today to be the end of the world", and creates a "It's finally the end of the world" facebook group....

will the entire teen, cyberspacial population join the group and start to bite off their arms and legs out of fear that the worlds about to end?!

Or even worse, will those teens, unfortunate enough to have M.I.L.Fs as mothers (Mothers I'd Like to Fuck), actually have to watch their mums be chatted up by their class mates, on Facebook....which will inevitably end in a virtual marriage!?!

Whose to say what our technological future will bring, but I have to say...I'm not sure if I like it.....



I often toss and turn at night, having dreams of going to text message parties - where we all sit in a room, getting drunk and text messaging the other people in the room/at the party. Where the party is silent and people are so fixated on their mobiles their eyes fall out after their 6th Corona.



WE CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!
I like the way we party noowwwwwww!
I like being chatted up by the stereotypical party sleeze.
I like dancing on table tops, when your so drunk its embarressing
And I like meeting new people!
and I know I'm being hypocritical by writting this blog on the internet
But I would write on our city walls if I had the paint
it's only cause of ease and because I'm poor.



NEVER-THE-LESS;
We should make a stand....follow my blog and we will make sure text message parties
NEVER HAPPEN.....



........ EVER




HAPPEN!
now let's all have a frolic in the fields together......
group hug in the showers later!

p.s Hi michael
and last comment was for you

Sex Changes

*You always said that sex would change you, change you, change you, change you...* Sex Changes, Amanda Palmer



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After long, in depth Facebook Chat conversations about change...it got me thinking on what really does change a person...and whether or not change is a good thing.

I guess some changes can be good. Moving away from my prision up North - down to a more exciting life style was an amazing change. And with this change my friendships are also changing. Without the change of habitat I wouldn't have met my new friend Rachel - who is not only creative, with exciting artistic flare....but strangely easy to talk to. I also am more excited to see old friends and family members - now being so far from them.

Looking at a situation like this it appears that change is a great thing.
But what about when people change?



As it appears, being bored, at work of a Monday Morning, is the idealistic way to start the great Facebook Chat debate.
Thanks to my esteemed friend Lewis - we fell into a deep, confruntational banter on whether or not drugs change a person.
I (sticking to the life lessons I learnt in Primary school, I was on the side that Drugs are STILL bad) ...whilst Lewis took a more...unconventional approach.



The way I see it, people to who take drugs, especially pot, seem to lose a little bit, everytime, of who they used to be.
They become lazier, or they don't care as much about something they used to love, or perhaps just a new found hatred for cuisines you used to love.

But, I guess, all throughout out media we are told that the changes that happen to a person on drugs is bad ... yet why should we care what society thinks.

I mean, we are told to be individual and not care what others think, so how can we establish if these changes are good or bad.
And maybe it doesn't really matter if you're changing as long as your actually satisfied with who you are... (-the point that LuLu (aka Lewis) raised)

I'm fairly certain that when the world looks at me they think; extremely happy, overly opinionated and perhaps a little hyperactive.
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But really I like being happy, because it means people like to be around me. I like to be overly opinionated because at least I know when I'm creating music or art I always have something to discuss. And theres nothing wrong with having a little too much energy, is there.

So, I'm not sure whether change is good or bad. I still think drugs are not really the way to change and develop who you are as a person....but who am I to judge.

Let's just hope that when we wake up tomorrow, we can still recognise the people around us.

Well, Fuck You Too

As a struggling musician/photographer/writer/everything
I have to continue my double life as a sell out Optus "Communications Consultant" ..



but I can tell you, at times its' rather tidious.
Everyday it's the same old, same old....
"The phone was only a week old, and you people said it was physical damage and he hasn't even dropped it" [sure sure]



"IPHONES! What can tell me about them?"

The mumbles of curse words and screaming customers holding iPhones I can tell you, you get pretty over it.

But- it seems to me that people today are getting ruder and ruder to their fellow man.
People today are so consumed with their fucking iPhones and Nokias that they forget to have decency and manners to the people selling them.
It's about time people woke up and realised that if your phone gets a scratch or dies it is not the end of the world!

Working in phones everyday for a year now I have come to think of ways that people can keep in touch when their phone dies (so it no longer means the end of the world for them)....
1) be spontanious - meet up with friends randomly. They may never show up or show up to somewhere else but, who knows, you might get an adventure out of it.
2) Smoke them out! - learn how to signal neighbouring friends and family by smoke signals. It'll keep people watching the sky and will keep you warm in the winter.
3) Befriend the Birds - send long distance messages via Carrier Pigeon. Clearly it worked 50 years ago and if we all stopped being so fucking lazy now, it will work again! Not only can you deliever messages with your fine new fleeting feathered friend BUT you can even get just as attached to this cute creature as your fucking iPhone.
4) Become a Hermet - who needs friends when you have a run-down shed in the Outback and an old Blue-Healer named Shirley. The only person you need to contact, when your a Hermet, is Shirley and she's always just right by your side.
5) Go back to the Nineties - return to the belovered MSN. Remeber the days of MSN when you used to speak to boys you really really liked and meet new, random people who told you they were from the school down the road from yours but we're actually sexually deprived perverts? I do - and I think there's no better way to meet such poedophiles then over Cyberspace. If you can't get back in with MSN, then you can stick to this day'n'age and use your Facebook.

Clearly, there are many ways to keep in contact with friends and family. So every person that's obessessed with their iPhone (to the point where it is so attached to your heart that if YOU die, IT dies) ...

GET THE FUCK OVER IT!

Don't come whinging to me about your phone problems cause to be honnest...
I couldn't give a flying fuck!


You Can Just Kiss our Communication Consultant asses!

my night with The Machine

Well!

After all my extravigent planning (which you all read about in my last blog) I did ACTUALLY get to see Florence + The Machine play live...


so to all you who said I couldn't do it.

Screw You!


What a night of festivities it was....

My friend Michael and I were rushed to get to the valley.... "someone" [he] took way too long to get ready and therefore we missed the bus right outside my house.

So, I struted down Maygar Street, with my gold and black dress and a big green flower in my hair, down to Lutwych road.....where we caught a cab

$10.50 later we reach the valley, only to have a very unknowledgable confusing 'James G' head us in the wrong direction....

"It's AAAAGGGEEESSS Away...somewhere near Spring Hill, I think"
So, I got my strut on again and waltzed up Brusnwick, heading towards the city/Spring Hill.

After much trecking, and not much success we come across an excitable gay couple.
"Where are you rushing to?" they queried.
"Laneway"
"Wow, you're way off! take a cab, and get them to take you to the RNA showgrounds"

The boys licked their used stamps to try and fuse the marks onto our skin. Unfortunately the only thing that was left on our skin was they saliva.

Finally, reaching the RNA showgrounds my friend Lakkari, who is screaming with excitement from inside, whispers to me about a secret ally way that leazds to the stage where Florence is about to come on.
We hurry up the ally way to find a fence and a couple of poor people sitting down, drinking beer and waiting for the dramatic singer to jump on stage.

WE COULD SEE EVERYTHING
closer than the back row even



After I basically came, due to excitement over such an amazing event, with my collection of friends that had seen my dancing from the mosh, (Dane, Lakkari, Danielle, Michael and I) all headed over to the Laneway After party at Empire Hotel.

After drinking and meeting randoms, like you do in every night life situation, I spotted something that appeared somehow familiar - a glimmer of Red Hair.
I pause.
No, It can't be...
but wait...it is.




Florence, from Florence + the Machine, is sitting on a thin, blonde girls lap, chatting and drinking away.
Without a second thought of hesitation I rush over to flood her with my emotions of how amazing her show (and her hair) is. With tired exhustion she thanks me and then whisks off to do double shots at the bar.

There was lots of photos taken...and much rejoicing.



What a fantastic night

and you all didn't believe I'd see her
HA!
Now whose laughing



ironically, I am MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Maybe I'll make my new found, sneaking skills into a career.....
The Offical Festival Crasher....
hmmm,
could work.

My Bohemian Dayzz

These days are different --- more exciting, more amusing, more theraputic and more...Bohemic.

As I stumble of out bed - my hair a firey mess, eye almost glued shut - I roughly and blindly push the on button to my now out of date "Retro" iPod Nano, to hear the sweet melodic rhythm that is Florence + The Machine. I shuffle my feet from side to side throwing my ruffelled hair around the room. I dance my way around the room until I reach the giant kitchen window that opens onto the streets below.....it's not until I see the parked Transinfo bus parked right outside the window that I remember I'm in my underwear .....


hmmm, an interesting way to start the morning but never the less I am excited for it is tomorrow that I will use my new found Bohemian skills to attempt to sneak into ....

ST. JEROME'S LANEWAY FESTIVAL!



but shhhhh as I am waaaaayyyy too poor to afford tickets it's time to get tough!
Time to break a few limbs, bash a few gates.

I've roped in my hot bitch girlfriend Lakkari to source me in from the inside
and my new found BFF to sneak in too.

It's the new Bohemian way - where all I do is make money to buy alcohol and plastic cups and tickets (sometimes), stay up late walking along the river of South Bank, watching the city lights, partying late with fighting screaming drunk girls and waking up early to dance in my underwear.



For so many years I dreamt of a freedom I could have that would destroy the rut, and as I sit hear playing There There, (Radiohead) and typing to all you readers (if you do at all exist) I feel that maybe that's what I have....finally...

It's good to feell...so Bohemian Like You ;)

Good morning Charlie

What's sexier than three smokin' hot babes, that kick ass and fight crime (under the instruction of a vocally seductive stranger) living together?

Waking up in the morning to see the house painters fat belly squashed against your bedroom window.

How could this be at all appealling you ask?
Well in all honnesty....it's not.

But the idea that me and two of my closest girlfriends are now offically living in the very near suburbia of Brisbane - and are having our beautiful Queenslander painted - is enough to turn anyone on!




So, I know your all dying to know "What's it like....finally doing what you've always dreamed? Is it as you imagined?"

Well no actually....

It's better!

Every morning I wake up and realise I'm actually in a city that appreciates what I love - music, art and the love of live gigs any day of the week and realiable public transfer.

But just between you and I - there are two things about the city that I'm loving the most....


1) Having my own place means I can strip down whenever and dance to my hearts content

2) That sense of being around interesting people again
... to be honnest it's extremely comforting and yet thrilling to walk through the city and feel so many people brush up against you....
... People who have multi-coloured hair, people of all different weights, where no two people look the same.

How exciting this new world is - where musos freely roam the area and artists fling their brushes around on the streets.



A recent example would be my meeting of the two, gay photographers....:

One night (recent night), on a night out and about in the Valley, I very quickly got over the sticky, sweaty atmosphere of one of Brisbane's various clubs, and decided to take a walk.

(Yes I know it is dumb to walk on your own, in the valley, at night...But I was not about endure any more free gropage or spilled drinks!)

So, I ventured down towards a little place called Barsomas. On my way down I run into two fellas - both young, strapping, very well dressed, Indie boys - carrying a camera each, around their necks, and a white frame in each hand. After briefly discussing our shared passion for the art of Photography (as we walked together) we decided to try and get into clubs for free.

That night at Barsomas the cover charge was $16.
Not being anywhere near pay day I didn't have the dosh to cough up for entry.
So, I grabbed a hold of the frames and the boys held up their cameras and bursted in unison "MEDIA"




After making up something quick about a new magazine (that they hadn't heard of) that was being released next month we convinced the bouncers to let us in for free.

We then spent the next 40 minutes together - myself running around and framing unsuspecting faces, while the boys shot away.

Yes, it was an extremely strange night - BUT something I've never done before....
which excites me more than anything in the world (besides L.D).

So to reiterate my initial statement:
How a fat painter's belly be at all sexy...

Is because that fat man's belly reminds me that this is my house, in my city and my new life.

Chyeah Bitches!
Now what next...?

Fireflies

fireflies


2009 is over and the start of my new life is just beginning...

Tomorrow, I pack up and move out of home....say goodbye to what I've known as my familar, to see everything thats unfamiliar.

What does 2010 hold for me?
New people? new places? new oppotunities....


Hoepfully I'll be doing a lot of gigs and finish my album to I can get rid of all the excess Jordy I feel the need to leak into the world around me....

maybe then I'd get off this damn computer and this damn blog and live a forfilling life....
(wishful thinking)

Thinking about all the oppotunities this year holds excites me.
Just the fact that what I have waited for, for three years now ...
(a house in Brisbane city, where I can live without pants on, cover the trees in fairy lights and walk into my own kitchen in the morning and drink some nice, lactose free milk).

As my last night on the coast and last night with my dear mother, how does one celebrate?

How do I celebrate?



Pants off, and it's time to dance ;)

My favourtie, and also hopelessly embarressing celebratory passtime is in fact dancing in my underwear to that days choice of song.

Fireflires by Owl City started tonight off and now I am all danced out....

And now, like a small girl on christmas eve, am wishing I'll get to sleep quicker so it's tomorrow....then I can dance with whomever I want, in my own house, listening to whatever I want and wearing whatever I want (or rather NOT wearing).

Goodbye coast, and hello The Natalia, Jordy, Kayla house of NO PANTS!!!!!!!!

feel free to join us whenever you like - as long as you like music, fairylights and taking your clothes off of course (and not in a weird way) ... (well not really anyway).

Goodnight old life....I'll see my new life at 7am tomorrow morning :)