Friday, March 16, 2012


Brew is my current favourite bar. I still love the Bowery and the Lark and the Junk Bar but Brew is my new fave. They have happy hour on Thursday and Friday between 5:30pm and 6:30pm. Five dollar beers and basic spirits. The food is good too. Most dishes come in both tapas and main sizes and are reasonably priced. My standard is the chorizo and bean cassoulet thingy they serve. It's wunderbar. Excellent with a Four Pines Pale :) The staff are friendly and have a wonderful capacity for maintaining social niceties whilst being efficient and hard working. It's a rare thing in a new bar. I've never received attitude or got the impression that the staff are anything other than awesome. The crowd here is interesting too. A real combination of young new professionals and arty types and the obligatory presence of both orthodox and liberal hipsters. There are many sleeves and many pencil mustaches. Older farts would feel very welcome also. This egalitarian air resonates throughout the place and results in a bunch of folks that genuinely seem to just be out for a good time. There is little of the posing that is often coupled with a new bar on the scene which is a refreshing change. I put this down to the crossover in the drinking populous of the bar. Be sure to visit. It is a great little bar and is a welcome option in the sometimes restrictive choice of the Brisbane eating and drinking landscape. Google Brew, Brisbane CBD.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Afternoon drinks

Im struggling for cleanliness and my food persists in being inaccurate. Its everywhere and my face now makes less sense than it did before. Facial hair and carcass. My hands shake constantly. It's led to me maintaining a permanent state of intoxication to settle them. Meanwhile, parallel to this, a virile, rabid filth progresses to complete saturation and a terminally pervasive infection operates. This is going to kill me, I can feel it. All the joy, lust and passion in my life will drain out mouth, eyes and arsehole. I'll be bled of my ripe, red capacity. This will be a true and final termination.

Bus thoughts

"Subjectivity may not freely reign".

I heard these words a few weeks ago while watching Cosmos by Carl Sagan. They ring true today as they did then. I like how they imply that our attempted objectivity should govern but not entirely dominate subjectivity. Reason should temper our ability to dream and wonder about the stuff around us. We should have governance over our own thinking, judging for ourselves, with our own reason, where subjective inspiration leads falsely and where it leads truly. The unknown end and beginning of our inquiry should never be prescribed by an external authority.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012




It is strange to feel a sense of despair and sadness over something that is not yet dead. Carcass is a word I feel close to right now. I am a carcass, and a poorly animated one at that.
Directionless and unaware. I am in transition. I am a transitional carcass, from child to adult. Stop talking and make something of yourself I say to myself.

The mechanism of the universe is indifferent. This mechanistic indifference, allows my state of being to be both incredibly connected but is coupled with a sense of isolation. It's wonderful yet disheartening. I'd love to experience something universal, some kind of resonance but nothing is forthcoming.

There is much to do and my available time is limited. I am finite. Once again this feeling is double edged, leaving me feeling unique and special but also small and unimportant. Today is a day of lessons; reminders of the importance of humility.

Friday, March 9, 2012

John Ashtray II

It's a full spectrum morning. Hate, violence, love, tenderness and repulsion.

I'm a swinging, dancing, joyous carcass full of play and constant ill will for all of you, and myself too.

Exit this trivial complexity.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

John Ashtray

Einstein on the god concept in New Humanist

A nice little Einstein tidbit on the god concept in New Humanist.

"The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. He who knows it not and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle. It was the experience of mystery – even if mixed with fear – that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which are only accessible to our reason in their most elementary forms – it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude: in this sense, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man. I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the type of which we are conscious in ourselves. An individual who [c]ould survive his physical death is beyond my comprehension, nor do I wish it otherwise; such notions are for the fears or absurd egotism of feeble souls. Enough for me the mystery of the eternity of life, and the inkling of the marvellous structure of reality, together with the single-hearted endeavour to comprehend a portion, be it never so tiny, of the reason that manifests itself in nature.”

From Albert Einstein The World As I See It, The Thinkers Library, No. 79, 1935 (RPA/Watts and Co)


The promise of secret or divine knowledge could never be a reason for, or excuse, any form of capitulation to antiquated patriarchal forms of authority. It takes from us the joy and wonder of establishing our own ethical and moral order.

Friday, March 2, 2012

In a bar

Our anxiety is not quite over. We remain in a place somewhere between absolutely losing it over everything but also being completely comfortable with it all. A hovering, energised state where the moral and ethical ramifications of our lives, our choices, are terrifyingly acute yet thankfully distant.