Showing posts with label illusions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illusions. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The Tail Wagging The Dog...
... another of my pet peeves...
Any company or brand expecting you to pay to wear their logos...
Tell me again - why should I do that?
Ought it not to be the other way around, where you pay me to wear, carry, drive your products - seeing I'm a walking advertisement for you???
It used to bug my children that I wouldn't buy branded, labelled products...
They felt left out, when they compared themselves to their peers...
I did occasionally succumb, but to the smallest degree possible...
When my daughters were in primary school, Benetton and Esprit entered the New Zealand clothing market...
My daughters went to a suburban school that had a high socio-economic population and most of their friends were wearing both brands within a matter of weeks of their launch in the country...
Knowing how much peer pressure around body image and popularity affected young girls especially, I gave both girls socks with the Benetton and Esprit brands woven into the tops...
They were so happy; they felt like they were part of the 'in crowd', normal, equals, accepted...
It was a small thing to do to make life a little easier for daughters who have a mother who doesn't fit the mould...
And I had a hard time giving in to the programming, on even that scale...
And this doesn't even address the issues relating to slave labour being employed in Third World countries to make these products and the unholy profits manufacturers are making on the backs of this exploitation...
My mother worked for most of her life in the clothing industry. I saw how hard she worked and how little she was paid, even in a western factory. I know the cost of the materials, of marketing and distribution etc...
Why on earth would I want to pay more to be used as a walking billboard to market a label, which, in itself has no substance in reality, is nothing more than an illusion?
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Lost Horizon...
I was 15 when this came out... full of romantic notions about life and love...
Labels:
fantasy,
Himalayas,
illusions,
legends,
Lost Horizon,
myths,
Nepal,
reality,
Shangri-la,
Tibet,
Utopia
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wake Up & Take A Ride On A Big Jet Plane
Angus and Julia Stone - "Big Jet Plane"
Labels:
authentic living,
awake,
aware,
clarity,
exploitation,
freedom,
future,
happiness,
illusions,
matrix,
rebellion
Wake Up Already...
I'm working on two posts - one on racism in education and one on "rules are for fools" ... and it's heavy going ...
And I'm wandering around amongst my contacts and their networks and blogs and the web generally, watching, listening, reading what's going on in Seattle, in this country, in the world ... and I just want to SCREAM:
WAKE UP ALREADY...
YOU'RE LIVING AN ILLUSION...
YOU'RE WIRED INTO
THE MATRIX...
W A K E U P!!!
How can people not be awake and aware?
The signs are all around us -
the controllers don't even try to hide it now...
Maybe they're awake
but are choosing to stay enslaved?
but are choosing to stay enslaved?
Why? Why would anyone choose slavery?
People are dying, the planet is dying -
all in the name of power, control and profit...
And we're letting it happen...
People are dying, the planet is dying -
all in the name of power, control and profit...
And we're letting it happen...
What would this world look like
if we all woke up and rebelled?
What if we all unplugged ourselves
and stepped out of the Matrix?
and stepped out of the Matrix?
None are more hopelessly enslaved
than those who falsely believe they are free.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do.Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe -
And then I think - what if I'm the one who's crazy?
If I'm the only one who sees this?
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire!
When I was about 12, an American series was playing on Saturday afternoon television in New Zealand... on cold, wet, wintry Saturday afternoons...
And it had this catchy tune, and gorgeous men and spirited women, and lots of romanticism and denial about what life was really like in a logging town in the early days of settlement in the pacific north west...
And I had a crush on David Soul (and his character)...
Loved the theme music, believed the words...
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild
Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle
. . . in Seattle!
When it's time to leave your home and your loved ones
It's the hardest thing a boy can ever do
An' you pray that you will find someone warm an' sweet an' kind
But you're not sure what's waiting there for you!
The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild
Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle
. . . in Seattle!
< instrumental break >
When you find your own true love, you will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eye
Scent of pine trees in the air, never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so proud that you could cry!
The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild
Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle
. . . in Seattle!
In Seattle . . . in Seattle . . . in Seattle!
If you had told me then that 32 years or so later I would move to Seattle to be with the father of my youngest son, I would not have believed you...
But I did... a long story best saved for another place and time...
BUT... what I do have to say is:
"Liar, Liar Pants on Fire - the bluest skies you've ever seen are not in Seattle... and the hills are not the greenest green in Seattle either!"...
Actually - the hills are very green in Seattle, but that's because of all the rain... maybe 180-200 days of rain and/or grey skies a year, whereas in Brisbane Australia, it's 300 days of sunshine and 65 days of rain.
Brisbane's in the state of Queensland and its tourism marketing board has a branding tagline which, for once, does not exaggerate:
"Queensland - beautiful one day, perfect the next!"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Here_Come_the_Brides
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Are We All Searching For Camelot?
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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