On Kissing Strangers and Other Literary Projects

10/17/2010 at 11:34 AM (Art, Inspirational, Inspired, Random, Romance) (, , , , , )

Creative methods of expression through the art of writing have always held my fascination. The following three projects certainly grabbed my attention for their ingenuity and so I shall share for the benefit of those who have the enthusiasm for things of this sort:

Kissing Couple

You might not know who Philip Thiel is (unless you read Frankie or were an attendee at the Emerging Writers Festival this year) but he plans to kiss 365 people of either gender in 2010 and document every kiss in his Livejournal account, 2010: A Year of Kissing People. I’m not sure if what he exhibits is bravery or madness but fortunately for him, his husband Julien is okay with this business. It is also worth looking at his back history of social literary projects that involve giving flowers, people following and writing two lines of iambic pentameter per day.

If reading about locking lips with strangers is not your cup of tea, 420 Characters might suit you better. Every story written by the author based on the ‘status updates’ of a popular social networking site is limited to 420 characters including punctuation, letters and spacing. It originally started out as an exercise in practising fiction for Lou Beach.

In keeping with the theme, some time back I read this article about the Matchbox Project which happens to be more of an artistic rather than literary endeavour. This in turn reminded me of Kevin Cordi’s StoryBox Project. Both projects follow the same pattern but differs in the packaging and content of the boxes. Matchbox is meant to be a showcase of portable art while StoryBox is about the stories,papers, videos and other content people want to showcase to the world through a globe-trotting box.

The StoryBox

These things have made me come up with several ideas of my own except I realise I need to be able to sew to put together a quilt of  book covers I’ve read. Since I’m the type of person who takes half an hour to get the thread through the eye of a needle, hopefully someone with passion for needlework could be hired for this project.

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Laser Eye Surgery

09/02/2010 at 12:59 PM (Family, Fashion, Movies, Random, Surgery) (, , , , , , )

Glasses became an inevitable part of my life when I turned twelve. The myopic gene was passed on to me as both my mother and father were short-sighted. For a teenager in the formative years of her life, this was a tragedy. Perhaps glasses are in and trendy in the West as nerdiness has reached new heights of cool but in the East where I grew up, big wide, unobstructed eyes were the norm. Rather rebelliously I tried to satisfy myself by indulging in vanity and satisfying my ego despite my poor vision.  This penchant did me no favours as my sight deteriorated.

To make things worse, I’d chosen  gaudy, green plastic frames with round lenses which made my face look like a certain boy wizard who has an uncanny resemblance to my dad .

He has also been said to resemble Shahrukh Khan and Jackie Chan to boot (perhaps he should resign from his rural GP practice and globe-trot to filming destinations as a body double for all these actors he  looks like – apparently).

Harry Potter

My Dad looks a bit like him

I like to be able to distinguish the attractive from the hideous, especially when inebriated with copious amounts of vodka.

Okay that might be shallow – but don’t say you haven’t gone there.

I know.

Anyway my suffering was cut short on the afternoon of my 24th birthday when I scheduled my surgery. I’d become used to contacts by then.

Unfortunately they limited my swimming and other water sport activities.

This was the first time I was given Xanax. Best legal prescription pill ever – saw dancing halos above the operating bed (much better than one half-pill of something illicit I once took  for my first and the last time which only gave me a queasy feeling and had me end up on my knees, puking into a toilet bowl).

Jackie Chan - another resemblance

Him too apparently ....

One hour later, my eyes were bandaged and protective goggles placed over my eyes which were stuck with adhesive tape. Coming out in a post-operative daze , looking like an out of place extra in a horror film, I braved the walk home.

Shahrukh Khan

oh and him too ...

Sleeping soundly from 5 pm until 9 am the next morning, when my protective covering for the eyes were taken off, I could see the St.Kilda trams in Fitzroy St from where I stood in the kitchen. I’d never been able to see them from that distance before .

It was perfect timing as I’d booked in for a photography camp at Port Campbell the next day. Too bad now it’s so cold and windy that I don’t even want to swim on the  rooftop pool…

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