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He has no goals in life and that is what allows him to give no fucks. And I respect that and I want that. 

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You may not have heard of Spectacle City, Nicola Themistes’ debut novel. Set amidst a bender on Cup Day weekend, it's a manic musing on the kinds of sparks that can fly when the concatenation of drugs, crowds and alienation overwhelm a young urban subject like Alexander Smokescreen, the novel’s main character. An exciting new arrival on the Melbourne literary scene, it's in store at NIBS and you can buy it online. 

http://memegenerator.net/Tsickening-Tsiolkas/

Holidays, chill morning air, ugg boots. I have one month to write something worthy of an $800 prize. Which I would desperately love to win. No income makes it awful hard to pay rent. I'm counting on my tax return in July and M&D to hit me up with some interim support. My list of things that I want/need is growing longer daily, with new pants at the top of the list. One the one hand I'm happy that all my other pairs are getting looser but the downside is the lack of funds to buy clothes that fit. Hm, a quandary. A coat would be nice too, to keep the cold out. A slow cooker for easy-peasy Guinness pie. Selling some shit on eBay to make an extra buck or two but I'm dubious as to whether it will be worth it once I factor in postage and time spent in line at the post office. Yet another quandary. I have a bunch of books to keep me in the house rather than spending precious pennies; Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions, The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas and Umberto Eco's On Beauty which I've started but it seems far too preoccupied with Pythagoras and mathematical harmony to really unveil anything new to me about the beautiful and sublime. Movie-wise it's been a slow-ish month (although I'm back at Network, hooo-ray). Into the Wild was... intriguing. It's definitely not a movie I would revisit and it was about 40 minutes too long but it was a powerful story of pathos and one man's journey to the limit of existence. It seems he was trying to hard to run away from what the rest of us either enjoy or put up with every day - what was he so afraid of? Abusive parents obviously played a role but what was it about society that so disgusted him? I can't quite resolve the desire to be alone, not just for a week, or even a month, but for years, isolated, baring your soul to a level of subsistence, your body the only thing to support you. Full on. The Social Network was much better than I'd anticipated considering it's a film about social media and lawsuits. It was genuinely funny in parts and though it tried a little too hard to maintain that edgy vibe (cue TRON-like soundtrack) it was a remarkable insight into Zuckerberg as an individual, his motivations and the birth of Facebook. Movies lined up:Water for Elephants, Your Highness, Tree of Life and Bridesmaids. Got free tix to Thor and Burke and Hare too, I haven't heard great things but hey, free.