Posts Tagged ‘Oscar Wilde’

Day 223 – By the Sea

Something occurred to me today, I often try remember what my day was like while on the computer and with my memory I often get stuck. I try to check my diary but sometimes I’m hopeless at updating it, especially when I’m busy. I find that the only way I tend to remember is through photos. Like I was looking at the blank page on my diary today trying to remember day 223 or the 11th Sept 2010 and the only entry I had was ‘Raffles Open Day’. It wasn’t until I saw this photo that I remembered I had gone down to the Harbour after the open day to take photos for my assignment, which had made me late for a bbq party at ours to celebrate our cleaning of the back yard. Which I subsequently left to go see the Swans match at the Alexandria before getting a lift in a shopping trolley back again to play beer pong! After that it was a mad trip with the football girls up the road to the Zanzi bar. The only reason I have a vivid memory of the rest of the day? Because about 100 photos of the night made it onto Facebook!

I have to think though what kind of night was it really? It seemed fairly mad in the photos but they were just one person’s vision of the moments that needed recording. As it turned out, the mad moments. However I saw a video at the MCA recently that showed rather ordinary moments of someone’s life in their house. It rarely even showed the person whose life it was but I remember how beautiful the video was, how simple and how true. Anyway that has inspired me to record events in a different type of way, a way in which we can appreciate the ordinary in our lives. Mad behaviour can be fun to take photos of and look back at but constant reflection on it can give you a different memory from what actually occurred. I’m not altogether convinced that the beauty of moments always come from the hysteria and madness that we remember but sometimes from the quiet and calm that enables us to enjoy it.

Quote 1 of the day: “Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us” – Oscar Wilde

Quote 2 of the day: “So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good” – Helen Keller

Day 172

So this was the traffic getting onto the Parramatta Road today, not a great picture but it was taken on my crappy phone. It looked a great picture with the light and the sign from the car but unfortunately CP (crappy phone) can’t zoom (along with a lot of other things it can’t do like receive messages when they are sent or stay working during an important call). So I think it’s finally hitting home to me, on day 172 of the blog, that I need to carry my camera with me at all times. Ok world, lesson learned!

Quote of the day: Nothing that is worth learning can be taught – Oscar Wilde

Day 119 – Considerations by the Way

Quote of the day: “Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature – it requires, in fact, the nature of a true Individualist – to sympathise with a friend’s success” – Oscar Wilde ‘The Soul of Man under Socialism’

Day 108 – Earnestly

I was watching a film today that was set, and filmed in the 50’s and it struck me how differently the people communicated back then. The film, The Importance of Being Earnest’, based on the play by Oscar Wilde, satires Victorian manners and customs but you’d have to think what would Oscar Wilde write if he were alive today about the current social manners, or even where they are headed in the future.

Not that I am too critical, I facebook, blogg and twitter as much as the next person, actually probably more! However, outside of how we actually communicate, the language we use, the quantity and quality and the things we communicate about have also changed in their own different ways. Have we become more lacking in sophistication or are we still caught in an attempt to shake off the formal shackles of the past? (Interesting lacking in sophistication means the same thing as vulgar according to the apple dictionary!) And when we reach a point where we feel those shackles are finally cast off where will our communication then be headed?

Twitter has certainly been a new revelation in online communication, and with it sites like Digg and StumbleUpon and facilities like RSS feeds, but for those who have managed to avoid the internet explosion, or those that purposely avoid it, where and how has communication changed for them? Will (perceived) advances in communication always be linked with technology or do the differences in how we think determine how we impart our thoughts to those around us? Lastly are there any schools of thought emerging today that have the potential to change our communications, online or otherwise? I’m thinking probably not, but who knows what the future holds!

Quotes from the movie:

[on hearing that Jack’s wastrel brother died suddenly]
Miss Prism: What a lesson for him. I trust he will profit by it.

Lady Bracknell: To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.

Algy: Bunbury? He was quite *exploded*.
Lady Bracknell: Exploded?
Algy: [pretending sadness] Mm.
Lady Bracknell: Was he the victim of some revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation.
Algy: My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was *found out*. The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live – that is what I mean – so Bunbury died.
Lady Bracknell: He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians

Lady Bracknell: I have always been of the opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing. Which do you know?
Jack: I know nothing, Lady Bracknell.
Lady Bracknell:
I am pleased to hear it. I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a very delicate exotic fruit. Touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately, in England at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor’s Square.

Gwedolen: Pray don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous.

Lady Bracknell: Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.