Tom Sandoval’s apology video on YouTube
A raw, emotional, genuine display of social media in the golden era of the early 2010s. If your birth year ends later than 00, consider yourself lucky that your tween fantasies and fuck-ups have not been immortalised on the internet in the way that some of us are unlucky enough to have been stuck with. Without context, this video means nothing. But with context, it means everything.
Snow Crash by Neil Stephenson
Concerned about augmented reality taking over the world? Read this to have an even deeper crisis. In a dystopian cyberpunk society where franchises are king, a crazy religious cult leader gets his hands on a neurolinguistic virus which, when people are infected, turns them into his mindless drone and shit gets crazy. Important note: Mark Zuckerberg’s favourite book. Terrifying.
It’s like white noise, but has a lower, deeper quality. Brown noise has accumulated a cult following for its ability to make some people’s brain go quiet. It could be bullshit, but placebo works as well as anything and exams are coming up and you’re feeling screwed so, fuck it, may as well give it a go.
There’s a new music venue on the block. Formerly the NewNewNew Brewery, the new space is filling a much-needed hole in the local arts scene after successive closures of venues around town. Their website describes the building as having soaring eight metre high ceilings, rustic beams, and washed brick walls - everything you need.
Your mate who has just been initiated
It’s flat initiation season. Chances are that if you’re a fresher you’ll have a friend or a friend of a friend who has just been initiated. If not, you’ll be able to spot the poor buggers passing you by in your hall by their unfortunate new haircut worn as a “badge of honour” or the stricken look in their eyes. They’ve been through hell, if hell were filled with booze-fuelled beatings, vomit, and eggs. Give ‘em a hug for us.
Spring is here, and while I am grateful that the days are longer, it’s gradually getting warmer, and the flowers are out, I’m also too fucked off at the gale force wind to appreciate all these things. MetService is full of flashing warning signs over the >100km/hr winds. Please go away and give the poor cherry blossoms a chance to stay on the trees longer than a day. I almost got blown into the harbour walking into Unipol the other day along with the petal-casualties.