March 2013
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Seed Bombs
An amalgamation of seeds and clay rolled into a ball which can bloom into anything you want: herbs, wildflowers, you name it. With a “throw it and go” approach, it’s probably the only thing I’d be able to grow without it dying five minutes later.
February 2013
7 posts
Disney's "Frozen" and the Mental Illness Debate
A sneak peak at Disney’s latest feature film, “Frozen” to be released later this year. Wiki claims the following: “When Anna (Kristen Bell) is cursed by her estranged sister, the cold-hearted Snow Queen Elsa (Idina Menzel), Anna’s only hope of reversing the curse is to survive a perilous but thrilling journey across an icy and unforgiving landscape. Joined by a...
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Puss'ette In Boots.
The first literary renditions of Puss In Boots stem from two authors. One named Giovan Francesco Straparola called “Constantino Fortunato” and the other by a lovely man named Giambattista Basile who rendered his “Cagliuso” Both felines in these adaptations are the same. Both are cunning. Both are agile little buggers. Both end up bestowing their owners with enormous...
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The wonderful Ben Byrne has just started a lovely podcast to do with writing, music, acting: pretty much, anything that falls under the umbrella of “Art” Somehow Luckily, like Rhianna before me, I fall under this umbrella-ella-ella. To hear my little ol’ (surprisingly-masculine-sounding) voice talking about gender politics in fairy tales and all that fun stuff, venture here and...
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Fairy Tales and Victim Blaming.
People always wonder why I choose to study fairy tales. I’ve even received laughter. Actual laughter from fellow students when I tell them I’m continuing a PhD on the subject. And I’m done with politeness. Politeness shmiteness. Proverbial wolverine claws are budding out of my knuckles. Here is my attempt at the short answer. Red riding hood tells the story of a small child...
January 2013
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“… the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,...”
– Jack Kerouac
December 2012
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November 2012
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The Day I Was Bought By Tram Man.
Buying people is not a modern conception by any means. The trade has existed from Egyptian slaves to Charles Dickens novels. But other than mail-order brides, the notion of buying people has always been a foreign concept to me. Until today. I wanted to go to Brunswick. My mission? To hunt down and find the perfect second-hand book store. To complete my indie credentials, of course. My stallion...
October 2012
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September 2012
3 posts
Every time I listen to the chorus of 'Skinny Love'
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The Day I Was Eaten By Zombies.
Today I downloaded an app called Zombies, Run!
It turns something as terrible as exercise into everything I love: A virtual reality game filled with the groaning undead.
Here’s the run down from iTunes:
You tie your shoes, put on your headphones, take your first steps outside. You’ve barely covered 100 yards when you hear them. They must be close. You can hear every guttural...
August 2012
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I walk past this building every Wednesday. Every Wednesday, I haven’t taken notice. It was nothing special. All I know is that it is right next to an excellent café where my friend Rachael and I get cheap wraps from an angry lady who hates it when we talk about the weather or a local sports team. Two days ago, this building changed. Because two days ago Rachael told me that at 11:00am,...
42 days til thesis is due.
50 days til I have to hand in PhD applications.
Initiate hermit syndrome, NOW.
To all my friends, I knew ye’ well.
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““In the fifteenth century the war against heresy, the Inquisition,...”
– I love it when I have to research the historicism of witches for my thesis. It makes me feel like I really ‘do’ go to Hogwarts.
July 2012
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“So what are you going to do? This is the season when a clutch of successful...”
– RIP Nora Ephron.
June 2012
9 posts
“We stopped freaking out about the “Oh my god, women want to wear pants!” thing a...”
– The Smart Set: Walk Like a Man - May 16, 2012 (via sociolab) This is what I’m studying in my thesis at the moment. Cross dressing is so unbelievably scandalous in society these days, especially via children’s literature. A woman who dons a tomboy attitude in children’s fiction...
May 2012
7 posts
jezzykar asked: Why you so beautiful? WHY?
Wake up.
Have splitting headache. Curious. Realise my head is on the floor and my torso is still in the bed. Think of becoming cirque du solei participant.
Check email. Oh hai Melbourne uni. You want to charge me a fee of $263 for extra circular activities I’m not even a part of? That’s … cool.
What’s that Harry the heater that I’ve had for years and has become...
coldbloodedchameleon asked: Oh, how I love thee, Tory Tea. You're posts make me smile. Keep being wonderful. Love Claire
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Intergalatic species cha-cha
I have finally found someone in my life that I can completely and utterly depend on. It is a rarity in this world, to find such love. But I have found it and I am content. Nay, lucky. Blessed even.
This is my boyfriend:
*squeals*
(I could stare into those glistening black eyes all day)
We’ve been dating for 10 minutes now. He just called me Si-ha or something. Hopefully that’s not...
April 2012
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So the other day I had to do a photo shoot at Uni during school hours. *Que a number of Melbournians snickering at my Tyra-banks orientated modelling*. To say the least, it didn’t help my cred’ much to be smiling ever-so-cherrily with book in hand and gazing back at the camera with ‘I love Melbourne’ eyes. Then again, around university, I already have the reputation of...
Trams. Why I will never take one. EVER EVER AGAIN.
Behold, brethren. For below, I divulge in the reason why I will be walking to uni every single day for the rest of the year:
Creepy tram guy.
Creepy tram guy isn’t a new specimen. Rather, the creature has existed for decades now, perpetrating our metro lines with his rough exoskeleton. Camouflaged between the myki posts and the disabled chair section, creepy tram guy is elusive in nature....
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*the moment when you realise you wouldn’t survive in a post apocalyptic hunger games because you like berries too much*
“How are they Ralph… Good?”
March 2012
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...Tory go something something
No work and no play make jack a dull boy
No work and no play make jack a dull boy
No work and no play make jack a dull boy
No work and no play make jack a dull boy
I’ve just spent the last 15 hours (mostly uninterrupted if you don’t count eating plus my amazing-unbeatable-victorious conquests in Words With Friends), trying to fix up a literature review. A literature review for my...
