Regina Spektor has a song about Oedipus, she paints him as the lost, insignificant thirty-second son of the king. He promises over and over that "thirty-two still counts. I going to make it count". He does, he runs away and he kills the Sphinx, but because his parents were so distant to him he doesn't realise that he has also killed his own father and later after being made King, he is wedded to his own mother. One of the most ancient stories we know is about incest and identity crisis.

Two things have been stealing me away for the past few weeks. Brokeback Mountain and Regina Spektor.

If I was 14 right now and I could sneak away and lie convincingly enough to see Brokeback Mountain, I would have saved myself a good five years of confusion about sexuality and my place in society. The tagline is: "love is a force of nature". That's what the film says over and over, in little moments. It means a lot to me. So now I'm confounded with such an affirmation, who I am now? I know who I am, I'm just in a state of wonderful shock, the film is not only politically interesting, it slays your heart. Slays, rips up like soggy newsprint.

Reginaspektor.com has all three of her albums on a stream... atleast listen to Oedipus on 'songs' or Carbon Monoxide on 'soviet kitsch'. go on.

escape, escape, escape

I'm right at the beginning of a new semester, my last semester of university here at keele. Maybe I realised that i'm happy to leave, then I'm worried about how I will live when I move home.

If I had the means, I would travel as soon as I moved back. Australia, America, Canada, I want to go to these places at the moment.