Cancer Me Timbers

worried about getting cancer from this that or the other?

get over it. the era we live in, almost everything is carcinogenic. the list is only getting bigger and if you’re on a mission to evade all of them, you should probably stop breathing the air right now

don’t think you’re safe just because you’re a non-GMO gluten free, nut free, vegan, raw fanatic – kimchi is classified as a stomach cancer agent on the WHO monograph…

instead of fretting over it, you just need to decide which ones are worth sacrificing your already overworked cells for

along with having to go a job where we make cancer drugs that are ironically also carcinogenic, i am constantly faced with this dilemma each and every day…

eat burnt toast = not worth getting cancer for

eat black pepper = worth getting cancer for

consume “sugar free” anything = not worth getting cancer for

calling mils on my mobile to tell him my mexican carpet salesman joke = worth getting cancer for

cigarette after lunch = not worth getting cancer for

cigarette when i’m fucking shitfaced = totes worth getting cancer for

know what i mean?

My Neighbourhood’s so Ghetto (Weekend at Gurnies)

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
thieves steal airbags from your car

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
mechanic shops get set on fire

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
the phone exchange box is held together by cable ties

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
there’s a trolley in my living room

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
the tuckshop lady lives next to me

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
chicks that stay over throw their tampons on the wall

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
we play happy birthday when the kebab shop piss us off

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
elias just walks straight into our house

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
bin morning is like a game of dominos

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
my housemates avoiding the chick in his bed

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
he’s denying what i said

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
this is considered eloquent to the neighbour

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
we got a full proof plan for stealing nangs at iga

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
some jerk graffed my bedroom window

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
there’s a tv under our dining table

my neighbourhood’s so ghetto
there’s a morning after pill dealer

know thyself

Maybe its the fact that I just saw my best friend and boyfriend last week, and knowing that I won’t be seeing them for another two months

Maybe it could be the series of catastrophic bad luck that has been unleashed on me all week (it doesn’t seem to be slowing down either!)

Maybe it could be not having a phone for the last 6 days and the subsequent laziness of not getting a new one that has resulted in my inability to contact people as easily as I’d like to…

…but I’m feeling kinda lonely at the moment.

I think on a deeper level though, on top of this, I’m experiencing an overwhelming sense of disappointment in myself – that my emotion can be so easily influenced by these factors which, considering, are actually very much within my control. At age 27, I really should be at one with myself to not be affected by these petty little things.

First world problems, I know, but I guess it just means I still have a lot of growing up to do.

Ugh.

mmm…

imagine

if you installed some kind of 3d camera system into a stem cell.
the type of system that projects the image all around you, like imax, or ironman 3.

and you sit back with a cup of tea and watch from the stem cells view, giving rise to all the other cells in the body. watch the cells move off into the distance to do their own thing.

you watch the entire existence of the stem cell, until the point where it stops self renewing and eventually dies.

you would be sitting there for quite a while, and you may run out of tea, but wow. it would be like watching the universe in action.

Ethical hentai?

Maybe the tentacles might seem messed up, but heaps of countries have laws in place to censor regular whats happening so you know, other creative measures are used in place. I think sometimes people forget to factor this in.

Also, I guess most of us don’t have the luxury of choosing what we’re into and whatever, you have a fetish. Big fucking deal.

But damn, heaps of those girls are made out to be way too young.

So just that one thing, in my personal opinion, is enough to call out the entire industry as a no-go zone.

The end.

Century of confusion in my head.

Like most people, I’ve been following the progress of the Syrian uprising. But over the last few days I have literally been losing so much sleep over it. Last night it made its way into my dreams and I’m so goddamn tired right now it’s not funny. I certainly cannot claim to be a real human rights activist, and it’s going to sound fucking ridiculous but this middle east anxiousness is mostly triggered from my childhood exposure to what was going on in Bosnia during the early 90’s during their war for independence when I was still a little girl living in Kuala Lumpur. I would pray to God every night before bed to protect the young girls being raped by soldiers in detention camps because it was somehow instilled into me that the deaths of over 100,000 and displacement of 2 million in the name of freedom were partly my fault as a 6 year old. Yay religion.

I suppose prayer got me through a lot when I was a child but thankfully somewhere along the way logic and reason rose from behind the bushes and punched me right in the face. Now, whenever I have a freak out, I turn to science and (I guess to an extent) philosophy to level me out. That said though, there’s still a lot that goes on inside my head that has staggered my mental growth so my psychological and biological age are so far apart I know what I should be doing, but almost…am not capable of really getting into that mind frame.

Anyway, Syria. I don’t know why Syria. Sure there have been much worse outcomes but for some reason this is the lucky one that messes my head up. Of all people, my dealer gave me a book a while back called The Age of Extremes, by that brilliant Marxist nutjob Eric Hobsbawn. In a nutshell it describes the 20th century as paramount violence and how all political systems suck. But here we are, now in the 21st century, the digital age, but there’s still heaps of fall out from our past. Fuck, it doesn’t matter what era you live in, everyone is going to claim that NOW is the time that really matters because we are at that crossroad of manifesting that incredible future that will blow our minds or completely destroy what’s left of our pathetic existence.


It’s this whole “too smart for our own good” argument. On a very basic scale, we have adapted to almost any environment and if not, have changed it to fit what we want. The industrial revolution was the beginning of what would propel us into this digital age where we are now creating living cells and curing the sick to the point of overpopulation. Instinctually (did I just create a new word, or is spell check being anti-Australian again?) we are curious beings, which have resulted in our abundance of knowledge, but we are also selfish – so do we use what we know to create a better world? Or feed our egos and benefit ourselves and let the next generation deal with the consequences?

Ok, so an example of that fine line between infinite possibility or complete disaster can be drawn from Craig Venter and his team creating the first self-replicating synthetic cell. So while he hasn’t actually made life from scratch per se, rather, created an organism with a synthesized natural genome, it is still enough for us to see our evolution from hunter gatherers to almost God-like. It seems like with this knowledge, Venter has begun research into synthesized algae fuel, as current natural methods will never yield the amount needed on a global scale. This could go two ways – the holy grail of renewable energy where algae fuel becomes a practical and common source of energy, or these cells are let loose to the outside world and catastrophically turns oceans into a sea of lipids.
 Ok, so the latter is grossly oversimplified but whatever.


 

Holy shit. How did I go from the Syrian unrest to a synthetic cell destroying the ocean? I don’t even know what point I’m trying to make anymore. I need to go for a walk.