You're so beautiful, you could've been an air hostess in the 60s

[Soundtrack & a bit of extra boom for your 2008/2009 boom]

I get a kick out of you

[Soundtrack]

For the pseuds: Prozac is reading Charles Brenner's essay on 'Countertransference as compromise formation' from The Psychoanalytic Quarterly. Therapist is reading a Karen Maroda book.

Well it's been building up inside of me for oh I don't know how long

[Soundtrack]

That sin may just enslave us

[Soundtrack]

Christmas card for bro and his (pregnant) wife.

Yet

[Soundtrack]

New Year's MILF

[Soundtrack]

Who, who, who do you talk to?

It's very much like Fern to give other people gifts on her birthday. Happy birthday Fernsky!

[Soundtrack]

I'm aching, I'm shaking, I'm breaking like humans do

[Soundtrack]

Who loves the son? (Therapy for Dummies # 1)

[Soundtrack]

All alone in my white boy pain

[Soundtrack]

Supermassive black hole

[Soundtrack]

Inspired by this. 

Can't deal, can't bear

[Soundtrack]

"He [the analyst] must turn his own unconscious like a receptive organ toward the transmitting unconscious of the patient. He must adjust himself to the patient as a telephone receiver is adjusted to the transmitting microphone. Just as the receiver converts back into sound waves the electric oscillations in the telephone line which were set up by the sound waves, so the doctor's unconscious is able, from the derivatives of the unconscious which are communicated to him, to reconstruct that unconscious, which has determined the patient's free associations."

(Freud: 'Recommendations to Physicians Practising Psychoanalysis.' 1912.)

Le radeau de la histoire

[Soundtrack]

Find your joy

Was doing some marking today, listening to the latest Pavement wannabes, trying very hard to get my ears in sync with the hype. Sort of into-it-not-into-it, wanting it to be more than it was: which was average. So during a coffee break, I clicked on an oldie-but-goodie I haven't listened to for ages because I seem to spend so much time trying to keep up with the Next New Big Thing. A metaphor here. And as the pleasure of the familiar music coursed up and down my spine bringing tears to my eyes, I decided to break the habit of a lifetime and post something 'happy' and dare I say it, wholly life-affirming on Prozacville. Apologies dear readers. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Loo read

[Soundtrack]

The 'Kill Rock Stars' Tour comes to Prozacville

[Soundtrack]

I've always tried to wonder how it must feel to be real

[Soundtrack]

With a nod to Lao Tsu and a please-buy-me-one-of-these-for-Christmas surreptitious head-tilt at the Travel Honeypot(supposedly very good for 'gratuitous winking'; I'm all for gratuitousness in the winking-stakes).

Hey you! You’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing your vitamin C

[Soundtrack]

Though everything changes around us, we will be the same as before

[Soundtrack- feel-good 'multiculturalism', circa 1993.]

I'm glad that I'm so lucky to make you feel yucky everyday

[Soundtrack]

Answers: 1) Surprise

2) Despair

3) Shame

4) Joy

I notice patterns in things all the time

Pretend that you're alone now (some of us don't even have to pretend)

Well there go my indie-rock credentials.

How many prozac pills does it take to change a lightbulb?

[Soundtrack]

Ask, and ye shall receive. Ye have not because ye ask not.

[Soundtrack - three ways of asking: defiant, mournful, resigned)

How much is a sixty-year-old woman worth?

Ma is looking for a job at the moment.
If anyone would like to pay her a little more than her current offers from Jules, Therapist, Nadler and Death, you know where to find her.

99.9% of the conversations you'll ever have

Hunga Munga

Went to the Hunga Munga festival today.

Much inspired by Nad's recent foray into jewellery-making, I decided to create my own line of cheap and cheerless necklaces made from cardboard and poster paint.





Note that these pieces look good on wo/man and dog alike.

I've lived with heartaches and I've roomed with fears

[Soundtrack] [Click on image to enlarge]

Somebody kill me please

[Soundtrack]

"We both know that love will die at last, turn tepid and perfunctory, decline into mere companionship and affection, if there is not cruelty in it. Not physical harm or violence, but cruelty. The cruelty of loss. Of dread. Of jealousy. Whatever the counselling professions tell us about trust, where we are not jealous, we are not in love at all. Othello was within his rights, though it is not fashionable to say so, to claim he loved too well. His mistake was not to see that suffocating his wife was not the best way to express it. Inviting Cassio to his bed would have been the infinitely preferable option for all parties."

(Howard Jacobson, The Act Of Love, p285)

Just like a guy whose feet are too big for his bed

[Soundtrack]

Makes a fool think he's wise

[Soundtrack/soundsnack]

See how you fade

[Soundtrack]

Home

[Soundtrack]

Thanks to everyone who came to the housewarming.

Things As They Are vs. Things As I'd Like Them To Be

[Soundtrack - not just a video to knock one out to, but truly, I believe, an existential cry for help]

And can you see the means without the end, in the random, frantic action that we take?

[Soundtrack: cooked & raw] [Click on image to enlarge]

And mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from

[Soundtrack]

20 years asleep before we sleep...forever

[Soundtrack]

Yesterday, Cowboydog and I went shopping for coffins.

Just slip on a banana peel, the world's at your feet

[Soundtrack/visual food for thought -the splayed, headless mannequin says it all]

Let's get married, Gordon!

[Soundtrack]

I think I've finally understood the notion of 'buying votes' in exchange for tax breaks.

As a wavering Labour-man, not particularly wowed by the dour, at times beige Scot that is Mr Brown (albeit respecting his impeccable intellectual credentials), I suddenly find myself getting wood whenever he appears on the box and will most certainly be selecting him and his party in the next election.

Might this have something to do with the fact that I am just about to buy a property and that Gordo has knocked £1,500 off my purchase price?

There is no easy way down

[Soundtrack]

But you like it, because you feel special that way

[Soundtrack]

Partially inspired by this.

Who needs the perfect girl or boy?

[Soundtrack]

"We possess, as it seems, a certain amount of capacity for love -what we call libido...directed towards our own ego. Later, though still at a very early time, this libido is diverted from the ego onto objects, which are thus in a sense taken into our ego. If the objects are destroyed or if they are lost to us, our capacity for love (our libido) is once more liberated....But why is it that this detachment of libido from it objects should be such a painful process is a mystery to us....We only see that libido clings to its objects and will not renounce those that are lost....Such then is mourning."

(Freud, On Transience, 1915)

Blessed are the holidaymakers

Jules and Jim are back from Turkey tomorrow.

Lord, can you hear me now?

[Soundtrack]