September 23rd, 2010

She will be loved Willow and Tara

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Can't...stop...eating...pasta. It is seriously the most amazing thing on this planet right now.

Also in class today we were learning about psychoanalysis and psychodynamics. The lecturer is the head of the program and someone I really admire. He was giving his lecture and he got to the point where Freud's theories had been talked about and he said something about them influencing other theories like Erikson's and Maslow's hierarchy of needs. And how if we find a balance between the id (imagine Captain 'find me a space whore to bang' Kirk) and the superego ('I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer' Bones) balanced by the ego (Why hello, logical Spock) "then you can share yourself completely with someone without losing your individuality. This is called real intimacy" and then he clicked the button to show the picture at the top of his little diagrammy pyramid thing which illustrated true intimacy.

It was a gay couple and they were embracing and adorable and not even white. He made no comment about that, just moved right on to the next slide as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And I just sat there and thought...thank you. Thank you for putting that in there at all, when most people automatically put pictures of straight couples in because we live in a vastly white, heteronormative society. And it wouldn't have been offensive at all to have a white, straight couple up there, but the fact that he thought to seek out a picture of a gay couple for it, and he didn't even do it to make some obvious statement or draw attention to it because it was natural to made me so happy. So here I am drawing attention to it ;) but honestly, I nearly burst into tears because I am overly emotional and I had two hours of sleep anyway.

God, I love New Zealand. And my course. And the people I study with. And the man who brought us all together? I reckon Dr Andrew Frost is pretty damn awesome too.

He also gave us a little (non-graded but for fun) quiz on Freud. In the last question, he spelled Freud as 'fraud'. I loled and said, "Freudian slip?!" and he was like "what? NO!!!" Aahhahaaa. I got 16/20 right on the quiz. I blame going to Vienna for this! I went to his study and then peed in his toilet.

True story ♥
FG~ Hermes Wank!


*silence in the LFoD as we all eat ice cream and read the internets*

Ali: *out of nowhere* "I thought it was the Alpine."

Leah and Lara: "...what?!"

Ali: "...I forgot we're not all looking at my computer screen!!

(She was reading Leah's journal entry suggesting she now poke the Alpine Fault since she caused an aftershock which Ali thought was the Alpine, by posting that all the aftershocks were finished. Don't poke the Alpine Fault, Leah. Just btw.)

Also this conversation happened. I don't remember how it started, but I was eating pasta.

Leah: "You're not coming soon!"

Lara: "No. ...actually I might, this pasta is amazing."

Leah: "..."

And the rest of this evening has consisted of running around and calling each other 'lady', eating risotto, drinking bubbly wine and watching Shutter Island Wheehaawwww!
Dylan Moran French Cigarette

Oh, Dylan, your HAIR I loves

IT HAS BEEN YEARS SINCE I HAVE QUOTED MY DYLAN BB! So here. Have a Dylan Moran quote because he is likely my favourite thing in the entire universe. This is a bit he does about the rather cliché topic of men vs women. Of course, Dylan never does things in a cliché way...

"Take off your T-shirt and come to bed, c'mon, c'mon, you're a wonderful lover."

"Yeah, but am I the best?"

Because men are pathetic, and that's what they want to know. And women don't have that competitive thing, so they go: "There is no best."

"Ahaha! Who was he?? I know, it's one of those blue eyed guys with loads of teeth and hair and skin and all that modern shit, and he always looked as if he was on a boat and he gave up his job in cybergenics to go and plant trees in some fucking place, and he had loooooong lashes and could quote huge chunks of Baudelaire as he stirred his cafe latte, and he wrote a whole load of books and never told you, and then you were doubly impressed cause one day you found them in an airport, and he played lead cello in the Bulgarian orchestra and didn't tell you until you'd spent an hour twanging around on your ratty fucking guitar, looking for the first two chords of "Du-du-ron-ron", and he was mysterious and everything, he couldn't call because he was smuggling Chrochrobian children across the border to get them to safety, using his fucking knowledge of missile tactics and his inheritance and everything, and then he got involved in some underground documentary film group and was killed in a really tragic way for sedition - ONE OF THOSE GUYS, HUH?! ..I know your type!! Well you just hand me that fucking shoe horn over there, I'll take this T-shirt off and show you who's the best around here! I may have spent too long in the toilet but I've almost got some feeling back in one of my legs!"