Whether it's people in TV interviews emotionally describing the difficulties they had choosing the right socks/bike/cat, or appearing in a simple Google search, can we stop using the word 'journey' to describe even the most banal actions? Everyday life is not a Homeric epic.
This use of 'journey' has made a whole generation of people believe that they are special heroes worthy subjects of epic poems, even though many of those people are about as epic as a shopping list.
It's also fabricated to some extent. Business people & reality TV began applying Joseph Campbell's concept of The Hero's Journey to their content, much as filmmakers had done in the 70s/80s, because they realised that audiences subconsciously respond to certain kinds of narrative
Could I be anymore summer 1977? #NowPlaying a 7.5 ips reel-to-reel of Rumours. I haven't listened to this album for decades. I listened to it a lot in my early teens.
1977 always feels like a benchmark year for me. Perhaps it was the first year I started to consciously have my own tastes and interests. I liked stuff when I was younger, apparently, but I don't have a memory of it. I think I started to become 'me' in 1977 (age 5-6)
I think I liked Rumours because I found 70s America, especially California, very exotic at the time. It seemed so laid back compared to the grey northern UK town I lived in. Clapton's 461 Ocean Blvd had a similar feel. Maybe I watched too much CHiPs, Starsky/Hutch, Hart to Hart!
#NowPlaying The season demands Scriabin's (unfinished) 'Mysterium'. This "cataclysmic opus" was to designed "to end the world and its present race of men" and the 1st and only performance would "annihilate space & melt reality" and replace the human race with "nobler beings".
Scriabin planned the multisensory synaesthetic performance to be in a specially-built temple in the Himalayan foothills. "Bells suspended from the clouds in the sky would summon the [many 1000s of] spectators from all over the world" & seat them according to spiritual advancement
Seeing as “The universe would be completely destroyed by [the performance], and mankind plunged into the holocaust of finality” it's probably a good thing that Scriabin died in 1915, aged 43, and didn't get to realise his plans.
Slow cooking a ragu, drinking double IPA and watching The Vikings. I couldn't cope with so much back-slapping, roaring, salivating blokeiness. Oh, and Tony Curtis's pretty little legs seem completely out of place.
"Wales? That slag heap? It's not worth one night's raid!"
(Don't get me wrong: The Vikings is a guilty pleasure and I watch it every time it's on)
Where has the time gone? I first posted what would become a Scarfolk image (I hadn't yet come up with the @Scarfolk name or blog concept) on Facebook 7 years ago.
I found these early attempts to find an identity/logo for @Scarfolk, which was originally called The Public Information Bureau of Great Britain. The initial idea had been to parody several public info campaigns in just 1 poster. It turned into 100s of images + two books (so far)
I think I've found the 1st proto @Scarfolk image from 2011, which I eventually recycled for one of the 1st Scarfolk posts two years later.