As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
.elvis. (although much better sung by cartman)
erin [10:04 AM] Comments (1)Myf loves tearing carboard boxes apart at the moment.
He has done a pretty good job so far, almost all the way through the corner, and he has stripped away most of the outer cardboard.
it's an old banana fruit box. maybe he just wants a banana?

will the person that used the alias 'random' and wrote this comment in reply to my November 16th post please own up to it?
"thats not entirly true. there is a point to christmas that isn't all aobut the decorations and parties and christmas trees. its jesus being born. don't deny it. it's true."
Posted by random at December 5, 2004 09:33 PM
i am not about to attack your beliefs but if you really believe in what you are saying then why be afraid to use your real name? as i understand jesus didn't just hide around corners and in ally's and whisper god's word - so why do you?
i've been going through editing my long posts so the entire thing isn't shown on the main page...but i've noticed that there's no obvious link to the rest of the entry.... you can click on the time at the bass of the entry but not everyone knows to do that..... is there something i'm missing?
erin [07:57 AM] Comments (3)Ryan, you will have to come up for some rice cooking. It's brilliant.


Many art students throughout the world are living in poverty and each day brings suffering. Not enough food to eat, no art supplies, no medical treatment.
As an art student sponsor, you can help change the life of an art student by providing the basics that every child deserves- food, health care and the chance to buy art supplies. Read more
By sponsoring an art student, you can help change the world they grow up in. Your support will help to fund rent, pay bills and clean clothes.
As an art student sponsor you will receive:
* a photo and details of your art student
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* the opportunity to correspond with your sponsored art student and send cards, letters and photos
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Existing sponsors describe the personal impact of the giving experience. For some, the opportunity to learn about life as an art student and follow the progress of a sponsored student can be influential on their own children. For others, it is the unspoken satisfaction of one person changing the future for an art student. There are so many different personal reasons to sponsor an art student.
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erin [02:20 PM] Comments (3)
i think we both know who should own that t-shirt.... c'mon, hand it over.
while looking at our design for anousha's site.
"i don't need to have children, i'll just have a website"
i feeling really, well, productive.
I made an about me page. It took me a while, not because it was hard to put together, just because i had to come up with something to write on it. First i put up a picture and then a questionaire which I filled out because i thought the questions were a bit unusual, like things i wouldn't normally say about myself. But the page looked a bit empty still so i added a bit of an introduction to myself. I'm not sure if i'm happy with it, so it might change... tell me what you think.
the weather is a warm womb like embrace, it holds me in this place and shows me where to go. where that is, i do not know. i walk with it, it leads me on, i can see people up ahead - they're dancing to an old tune, one not familiar to me. i wear an orange piece of cloth, it moves with me and interacts with the wind. slowly i walk along a path of bright green gass, it's soft under my toes and i can feel the earth beneath it, moist and grainy. the light from the sun is flickering in the trees and making patterns on the floor, it reminds me of a dark room, the ligth trickling in and the dust glistening as it floats. i don't know where i am but i think i want to go further, my emotions run wild, swept away with the wind, dancing with the dust.
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I got these from Linda. The packet is pretty fun, a rabbit and chick eating papadums. in the corner there is a little logo that reads 'symbol of women's strength'.
Signs You're Turning into a Vulcan
10. Your fantasies are about rescuing cute Terran guys from Klingon torture. -- Mister Saavik
9. You spend your free time in front of the mirror practicing Vulcan phrases. -- Mister Saavik
8. You beat yourself up about it if you show the smallest bit of emotion while doing so. -- Mister Saavik
7. You could carry on a short conversation in Vulcan, but demonstrating your technique to those who wouldn't understand it would be illogical. -- Mister Saavik
6. All your time on the Internet is spent looking up Star Trek sites and browsing TV Guide online to find out what time Voyager is on. -- Mister Saavik
5. Your "away messages" on your phone answering machine mention the word "Romulan", "Vulcan," or "Enterprise" at least once. -- Mister Saavik
4. When you finally check, the expiration date on your condom was up six years, eleven months, and three weeks ago.
3. Right in the middle of your colonoscopy, you start muttering about "beads and rattles."
2. People keep asking you to "do that thing with the hand."
1. You start a letter-writing campaign to Campbell's requesting that they start offering plomeek soup.
Additions...
21. Your favorite '80s song goes, "I think I'm turning Vulcanese, I think I'm turning Vulcanese, I really think so." -- David
20. You move to Death Valley so you can feel more at home. -- David
19. Your favorite website is www.mechanicalricepickers.com. -- David
18. You had a weird dream one night wherein you met Darth Vader, an extraterrestrial from the planet Vulcan. -- David
17. You are disappointed when you realize vulcanology is not the study of Vulcan culture. -- David
16. When you are taking notes in class, to save space on paper, you switch words into Vulcan. -- Jessica Jordan Spock
15. You try to convince your HMO that ear surgery is a medical necessity. -- Debra Smith
14. You refer to your therapy sessions as Kolinar. -- Debra Smith
13. You explain to your husband that your Pon Farr won't occur for 6.873 years. -- Debra Smith
12. When somebody asks you for a date, you carefully analyze the person's statements, probe deeply into the person's intentions and motivations with insightful and logical questions, and remark on any and all errors in logic, grammar, syntax or semantics. -- Steven
11. When you ask somebody out on a date and the person replies...see above. -- Steven
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T'pol has a new look for season three of enterprise - too bad we won't get it until next year.
right, so today the poked and probed me... I don't find out about the blood tests until after wednesday but i got the xrays back today.... i read the report and it seems to me that there's nothing wrong with me as far as you can tell from bones. which is good.
erin [07:00 PM] Comments (1)i got this months new internationlist today, meredith gave me a years subscription for my birthday, probably one of the best presents i've ever got.
anyway it came with a free compilation cd with songs taken from the NI peace not war volume one
here's the tracklist, if you get the time look some of these songs up, i'm only up to track 2 but i'm pretty impressed already.....
MOney is your blood : torben & joe
PAin of Life : GM baby
The PRice of Oil : billy bragg
dOwn : bindi blacher
Occident & emergency : DJ Dis orientalist
the bell (paranoia network remix) : stepHan smith, pete seeger, & DJ sPooky
self evident :Ani Difranco
until your country Is free : anon
Bin laden Ain't no hero : the ruB
what do we waNt? (we don't want no war) : HondO
Al Aqsa Intilfada : Rootsman & Muslimquaze
we Want peace : Hermoine
Rythm of the Sium : Motiv
fiLL me : the Zephyr Quartet
(To the tune of 'Guantanamera' gone wrong)
I'm going to tell you a story
That's neither gruesome nor gory
About a boy in the farmland
He was but a simple farmhand
He gazed into the sky blue above
And dreamed of meeting his true love
Chorus:
He wanted to meet her
Oh how he wanted to meet her
Wanted to meet her
Oh how he wanted to meet her
He'd seen her only from behind
While standing in the check-out line
Her hair was long fine and golden
Her beauty had him beholden
She smelt of oils exotic
It made her seem so erotic
Chorus:
He wanted to meet her
Oh how he wanted to meet her
Wanted to meet her
Oh how he wanted to meet her
He knew if he could impress her
Then may he could undress her
Because he was a great farmer
He knew just how to charm her
He'd grow a special surprise for her
Then she'd know that he adored her
Chorus:
He grew a one tonne tomato
He grew a one tonne tomato
One tonne tomato
He grew a one tonne tomato
Then he bribed the local mailman
Who went and showed him her mailcan
He waited till the dead of night
Then drove to her house on his plight
He put the tomato on her porch above
The note attached told of his true love
Chorus:
He left his one tonne tomato
He left his one tonne tomato
One tonne tomato
He left his one tonne tomato
Well it's been over a year now
And still the laugher you hear now
As folks recall all the drama
Of the young girl and the farmer
And of what happened the next week
When the tomato began to leak
Chorus:
It was a one tonne tomato
It was a one tonne tomato
One tonne tomato
It was a one tonne tomato
She'd been away on holiday
And come back home on that Sunday
To find her home grown all over
The farmer's note said he loved her
She was amazed how he'd figured it
That big tomatoes were her favourite
Chorus:
Of course she wanted to meet him
Oh yes she wanted to meet him
Wanted to meet him
Oh yes she wanted to meet him
They fell in love, then they married
A tomato bouquet she carried
Tomatoes cooked to perfection
Were served up at the reception
As they drove off they were showered
...Not with tomatoes but flowers!
Chorus:
Oh how they loved their tomatoes
They fell in love with tomatoes
They loved their tomatoes
And their love grows like tomatoes
And again:
One tonne tomato
He grew a one tonne tomato
One tonne tomato
He grew a one tonne tomato
A: No, we do not believe so. The Assembly decision is about the recognition of differing views on sexuality, and the right of Presbyteries and congregations to make their decisions about leadership within the church.
oh my, what a horrid slippery slope that would be.........................
erin [06:58 PM] Comments (2)i went to the Sex Triplex exhibtion opening tonight at the john miller gallery on darby st. it was my first R rated exhibtion - i wasn't very impressed. i thought the exhibtion t-shirts were good though....
" sex. xxx. warning: this exhibtion is unsutible for persons under 18"
7461B art histories (western) - distinction
7461EA painting,general - pass
7461ED sculpture, general - distinction
7461F design priciples for fine arts - pass (ungraded)
i think i could have done better in painting but i forgot to take in my vapd for assesment. silly me.
ok so ryan set up movabletype for me.
it's a bit strange but also looks quite jazzy. well, here, where i'm typing, in the lounge of movabletype it looks nice - my blog still looks the same except for a bit of a sidebar issue.
a bit from catatonia...
stone by stone
You always hear the shouts from my battalion
And sent toy soldiers out to help me stand
And when I see you hide behind those curtain folds
I cross the room to turn the lights down low
On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold
I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday
Good times, bad times, it's just the price to pay
But give them half a chance at turning back the tide
I stay at home and keep my boys in line
On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone and how
And more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold
And given half the chance to turn the hands of time
I'm always a bridesmaid
Couldn't live with myself
If I tried to be the bride
On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold
we went to the park yesterday and ate hot chips and sauce.
we played frisbee which was really fun except when natalie threw it really well right into my lip. my lip started bleeding and there was some really impressive spluttering of blood.
there's a little cut now and a small bruise.
i watched Ghost World last night with natalie and a cruiser ice. cruiser ice's taste like alcoholic sherbet.
Ghost World was pretty slow. it has some good bits like when enid listen's to a record, and when she meets Norman at the bus stop. I'd like to see the comic strip because i think i would find it more interesting then the movie.
i got a postcard from kaia today. it had an aboriginal boy on it from alice springs.
she says she's having fun but she's sick. i wonder if it's a physical sickness or she's just sick of Fusion (but that's another bowl of jellybeans)
i am now the proud owner of a pensioner concession card.
my name is michelle and i have four kids.
shelli, kayla, joshua and tahni. they're so precious.
don't ask what i had to do to get this.......
(basically because its a very short and boring story.
today i'm making a bug out of an old phone and using my hot glue gun.
his name will be Joe Phone Bug.
Don't Leave The Light On Baby - B&S
It's been a bloody stupid day
My baby called me up to say
Don't call me love, don't call me
It's not all she said
I truly love her but I know
I'm bad for her, I'm bad and so
At least she may forgive me for my honesty
My friend came back from being abroad
He was rich and I was overawed
His ship came in
I'm standing on the harbour wall
Another friend, the one I love
Turns to me "Have you seen enough?"
"Let's hang about
There's nothing like a sunset"
It's been a bloody stupid day
Don't leave the light on baby
My baby called me up to say
Don't leave the light on baby
I'll see you sometime maybe
Don't leave the light on baby
It finally dawned on me tonight
Best to go down without a fight
I know you will forgive me for my honesty
mum called the other day. i asked her if she'll buy me some winter clothes so i don't freeze. she said 'we'll see'. 'we'll see' used to mean 'ok, but don't tell your father' now it just means 'no, but i'll say 'we'll see' because it sounds nicer'.
mum asked me how tafe was, what had i been doing etc.. then adam asked me the same... and then dad asked the same but didn't seem as interested (i think he was watching tv) and then that was the end. i had to go through the same conversation three times. adam and dad both asked if i had a job yet. i told them about my attempts but they didn't seem pleased. it's hard enough having the job of being a student, a poor student at that.
oh, i got my mobile phone bill today. natalie lent me the money but i'll transfer it back after i next get paid, hopefully she won't notice. last week i had $5 to last the four days before i got paid on friday. i now have $15 to last me the next week and a half. i think i can get by. we shopped for food today so at least we won't starve.
i tried to get a job again this week.
i ask at hmv but they said no.
i asked at a restaurant called Emma's, they said no, we've just hired people, but we'll pretend to take interest and take your resume because of that 0.09% chance we might actually call you.
my contact at spotligth handed in my resume and apparently 'Narelle' said that they had just lost a few staff so thy might be hiring soon.
and i called about a kitchenhand job in a retirement home. The lady that answered the phone said the manager is ringing people this week to arrange interviews. If i get an interview i should turn up wearing my redleaf nurse dress, that migth get a foot in the door.
I'm getting desparate, not so much that i'd start hitching in Islington or Mayfield, but really, considering to go back to kitchen work with old people is pretty major.
erin [12:21 PM] Comments (3)if anyone finds the waifs debut album can you tell me where? it has an apple on the cover. i have all of them except that one, the first one and in a way it's the best one.
a ruler just fell off my lap, i don't know how it got there in the first place. weird.
oh and if anyone finds any Tegan and Sara albums tell me where they are too. they are a canadian band.
i might try borders when i'm down in the holidays.
Beautiful - Belle and Sebastian
She lay in bed all night watching the morning change
She lay in bed all night watching the colours change
She lay in bed all night watching the colours change into green and gold
The doctor told her years ago that she was ill
The doctor told her years ago to take a pill
The doctor told her years ago that she'd go blind if she wasn't careful
They let Lisa go blind
The world was at her feet and she was looking down
They let Lisa go blind
But everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, a bit temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
Beautiful
She thought it would be fun to try photography
She thought it would be fun to try pornography
She thought it would be fun to try most anything
She was tired of sleeping
They let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind
They let Lisa go blind
She's looking like a queen
But if you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be a thousand barren mothers there to talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be two hundred troubled teenagers to sit with her
And to talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
What's going on in her life
What's going on in her life
There would be a documentary on Radio 4
She made herself a pair of orthopaedic shoes
She thought it was the answer to the fashion blues
She mad herself a pair of orthopaedic shoes
But she walked with a limp
pop art.
'young and sexy' Richard Hamilton
Pop Art brought back what abstract art had banished, the figurative world of objects that had been abandoned for the purpose of greater realism, and this was done in the most direct and powerful way imaginable.
At the end of the 50s, Pop Art, which had simultaneously developed in England and America, declared the everyday objects of modern life to be art works. The Pop artists drew ideas from everywhere and quoted images of popular mass culture, popular press, advertising, magazines, movies and product packaging.
The artists competed with the image media, which were starting to invade and dominate everyday life, by integrating the tidal wave of imagery from the media in their own works. ?Images from images?, these works were no longer devised but the artist.
Pop art was familiar and comprehensible to the public, unlike the elite art of abstraction; nobody had to be afraid of art because insider knowledge and education were not required. This art became very popular among young people as they knew and recognised the images. Art had suddenly become fresh and contemporary and no longer something that belonged in a museum.
On one hand artists like Richard Hamilton, Claes Oldenburg, David Hockney and Andy Warhol, wanted things to speak for themselves and on the other served as a popular mass culture where the soup cans, Coca-Cola bottles, and washing powder packages became the new superstars of art.
- so that's 241 words, how much more can i really say?
erin [10:22 AM] Comments (2)tribute to jara.
ok so sometimes it was great
and sometimes it wasn't
but most of the time it was
sometimes we had money for coffee
and sometimes only one of us did and shouted the other
and one day we joined the gym
eventhough we didn't intend to
and so we went three times a week
maybe sometimes four
but then we got lazy
and went out for indian instead
we got banned from the good indian place
cos we liked to share one dish
we once survived soley on sugar
we once didn't talk for months
we once 'went out'
we once learnt trapeze
and we once decided we weren't straight
we drank lots of wine
you passed out on the grass
we went on a roadtrip to newcastle
you fell in the grass
i'd be here for years
if i wrote about all our adventures
[like the trip to woolworthes
when it turned out to be was closed]
i'd be here for hours
so i'll just say
i miss you jara
i just recieved evidence that if something is posted in perth at 6pm 19th may 2003 it will arrive in newcastle on the 22nd may 2003 and in my letterbox at 9am (ish - depending on the wheely cart lady)
a letter from jara if you haven't guessed.
erin [09:21 AM] Comments (0)my new design project is to make four non-representive works and use four of the 7 deadly sins as the themes.
i have chosen..
wrath - strong, stern, or fierce anger; resentful indignation
lust - 1. passionate or overmastering desire. 2. sexual desire or appetite. 3. to have strong or inordinate desire; esp. sexual desire
sloth - sluggish; indolent; lazy.
pride - 1.high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority. 2. the state or feeling of being proud. 3.self respect. 4. the best or most admired part of anything. 5. to indulge or plume in a feeling of pride.
PEOPLE ARE STUPID...........
*spunky = myself
(9days) says:
hello. i havent talked to you in ages!
spunky says:
yeah i was in a coma
(9days) says:
you were?
spunky says:
yeah i fell while playing an interstate soccer match and got kicked in the head because they thought i was the ball.....
(9days) says:
oh shit. *hugs* how long were you in a coma for?
spunky says:
no time at all.
spunky says:
sorry just thought like messing/
(9days) says:
lol