of Baudrillard, and some things Egyptian

well... being the monkey of a pretentious student, some stuff rubs off on me. i find pleasure in flicking through the pages of that dreaded Norton, which hasn't been touched for a year. and i came upon Baudrillard. Some fun stuff... really. 'The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it.' So there is nothing real, only representations of it. So that means I, Bandy, do not exist outwith* the various representations of me. I guess there is no essential me. Phew... at least know I know that there is no such thing as what I really am, which means that I don't have to fear about not being myself!!!

* I've finally found a use for this word, which is considered a proper word in Scotland, used in official Uni notices etc... Until today I never thought it had a use.


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Have been finding the Egyptian within myself lately. I must've been a Pharaoh in my last life, or at least a Pharaoh's pet monkey. They probably would have mummified monkeys as well. I really want to be mummified. So first I found Smurf at my flat party who'd seen the mummies in the Cairo museum and been to Alexandria and everything. Then i made koshary on Sunday... which turned out to be quite yum, and i borrowed the DVD of yacoubian building today. finally i went to hear Nawaal el Sadaawi speak today, who was just brilliant.

'Creativity comes when you worship and trust your own mind'. that's going to be my motto now.

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Not the PERFECT beginning

So... i told myself... no more sentimental crap on the blog. I mean thats why at the hint of a button i killed the old one and created a new identity.. hoping very dearly that the people i want to read this, don't ever find it.



But, here I am, being sentimental all over again, and all coz of a song. dammit.



why is it that one song can bring back a whole lifetime of memories, and yet I can't tell anyone that it does. And they think that nothing bothers me.



Pandora's box. innit?