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Month: July, 2016

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Textalysers and Tantrums

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Begrudgingly, I admit to being a serial texter while driving, and I’ve had my fair share of text-n-drive related moments of WTF!? WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING… which leads to the good ol’ Facebook Status Update of ‘PEOPLE ARE SUCH SHIT DRIVERS! WAS ALMOST IN ACCIDENT BECAUSE OF STUPID DRIVERS’.

Yes, angry rants and grammar do not make-out behind the art block… having said that, the editing process is a lot like a one-night-stand – the experience is far better for the other person when it’s straight to the point. Though I’ve never posted a car rant on social media there’s plenty of personal fuckeries to choose from. I digress…

Morally I know the physical ramifications of texting while driving – possible broken bones, a totaled car, a disposed sense of self due to foolishness, but the reality is, these ramifications go beyond the immediate future. Australia is one of the leading countries for road-related accidents and injuries. A clever PR person might say Australians are ‘adventurous’, instead of ‘impatient’. ‘Social’ instead of ‘distracted’ – either or, it’s a case of semantics.

Victoria Police are considering the implementation of TEXTALYSERs – a new technology that allows authorities to check whether drivers are using a mobile while driving. Reports of this technology surfaced in 2014 at the product launch in New York. Subsequently NY Police authorities began pushing legislation for the use of these new TEXTALYSERs in precincts. Having researched the obvious benefits, Victorian police strongly believe Australia needs this new method more than ever.

According to CarAdvice.com.au; ‘data provided by Victoria Police shows that more than 34,000 infringement notices were issued last year to distracted drivers using mobile phones behind the wheel. A recent study quoted by Queensland’s Centre for Accident Research and Road Safety (CARRS-Q) claims that just having a conversation on the phone while driving quadruples the chances of having an accident.’

“We are interested in anything that could support us in our road to zero lives lost on Victorian roads… (and) constantly assessing technologies from all over the world to advance our road policing efforts” said Acting Superintendent Stuart McGregor. “It’s still alarming to see that more than 34,000 people think it’s okay to put the lives of others at risk just to check their phones [while driving].”

“The law states that a driver is ‘Negligent’ when he or she did not exercise the right amount of care and attention which would be reasonably expected from a driver in the particular circumstances. A simple example is when a driver failed to pay sufficient attention to the road at the time or failed to comply to roads rules and an accident took place.” 

Being a reformed ‘shit driver’ or as I like to call it – ‘a very involved driver; involved in myself and whatever I’m strumming to’ (the myth about writers being tortured artists is real) – I know first hand the damage negligent driving can cause. Let me be CLEAR, I have never killed or seriously injured anyone on the road or otherwise. I’ve been in three car incidents. One with my sister from another mister Samantha, which I, still to this day, have guilt over even though the fault did not rest solely on myself. The guy was a serial accidental-er – he had walked in front of a tram six weeks prior because he was looking down at his phone – which is what happened with me. Except it was not on a footpath, it was on a merging motorway lane in peak hour. It only takes a moment.

The second was by myself; a motorbike was behind me as I merged lanes in peak-hour traffic, once again. In his attempt to avoid the waiting game like us normal folk with four-wheels, sped between traffic and collided with the back of my Barina as I was merging. He came out unscathed – thank God, but it scared the shit out of me. Though I still hold my innocence, to a certain extent, when someone is hurt the blame game is irrelevant; at least until insurance gets involved.

It was then I truly understood the reality of driving: your own ass is not the only thing you have to watch, but everyone else on the roads ass as well. 

And lastly, a humbling experience I will never forget, due to road rage. Long story short a car illegally came into my lane after a turn. Naturally I was outraged and I flipped him off. Big mistake. He tailed me and as he rolled down his window to say something I hit into the car in front of me. Apparently the guy in front of him had pushed the breaks abruptly because he changed his mind. Needless to say the airbags went off and I came home looking like Mohammad Ali, if he had lip injections right after a heavyweight fight. Did I mention I had just lost my license for 3 months – I became a master at the Statutory Declaration – AND I was going through a difficult breakup. I remember wishing, after my brother had come to my rescue, I had changed my mind. Kept calm. Kept safe. Ego and impatience will enable you to do some foolish things *cheeky sigh of resign* #Sidenote: I still remember the disappointment in my loved one’s voices: You lost your license? That should have never happened. You were in a car accident? Didn’t you just lose your license for 3 months? Well, you can be a bit reckless at times… Life has a wonderful way of humbling us. Now I have two ‘battle scars’ on my chest (reminds me of rapper Eve’s tiger paws) from the airbag pressure. A possible permanent reminder… What a sobering experience to the effects of our actions.

The Victorian police are determined, reports say, to test any new technology useful in bringing the state’s road tolls down to zero. A lofty goal? No, but the outcome rests in the hands of the driver – literally. Victorian Police Superintendent McGregor emphasized the importance of younger drivers (particularly if on L’s and P’s) focusing their attention on driving safely and sensibly, instead of texting friends through traffic.

“Obviously that age group is already of particular concern to us, purely due to their inexperience on the roads… When you’re learning how to drive or driving on your own for the first time, it is essential to devote your full attention to the task at hand. Driving is a serious task and should be treated as such. You’re in charge of more than a tonne of metal and if you divert your attention for even a split second; it could have fatal consequences. No text message or social media update is more important than getting to your destination safely,” McGregor added.

Suffice to say, we can’t be in two places at once and so too we can’t be watching the rear-view mirror, side mirror, and front mirrors while texting. Plenty do but, speaking from experience in driving kerfuffles, it isn’t worth it. The shame you feel – whether in the wrong or not, – the money spent, the inconveniences of borrowing family and friends cars, hitching rides to normally easy peasy places. The premiums go up – and you just know every time NRMA is on the phone there will be judgmental disappointment when your file is opened. Passive aggressive, customer service shade. Not fun, even if you are ‘lucky to be with Amy’.

A representative of the Victorian Automotive Chamber of Commerce (VACC), publicly announced their support of whatever new methods Police are investigating to make public roads safer.

“[The] VACC believes strongly in making commuting on public roads as safe as possible. Like with drink-driving, as soon as society can make activities like texting while driving unacceptable, the better off all road users will be. If people are going to make phone calls they should use approved hands-free devices. Technology solutions such as the breathalysers have been used with great success by police forces across the country. The ‘textalyser’ may be the next vanguard in road safety in Australia,” said by David Dowsey, spokesperson for the VACC.

There has been no confirmation of local installation of the TEXTALYSER but Victoria Police have resolved to investigate the devices’ potential. No life should be taken away because of carelessness. Hopefully this system will come onto our shores in the next 12 months. So called shitty drivers like myself will definitely benefit from new and effective technology like the Textalyser. But it isn’t just about preventative measures; educational videos, road safety workshops and advertisements showcasing the impracticality and selfishness of using a mobile while driving, regardless of age and experience, are needed also. We can ALL afford to be patient and alert as we travel together through this long winding road called life. As my dad always says; “wherever you are going; you will get there. Don’t rush.” #BestDadEver.

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This writer was afraid to share these stories because she was ashamed of being judged for stupid behaviour. Through writing this, I feel these experiences were not in vain or just a personal life lesson. Sharing enables others to grow too. This writer has resolved to NOT text while driving… I also reserve the right to get on my high horse and behave like a reformed smoker (just for the next two sentences, anyway); “You need to quit it. If not for yourself, for others you don’t know are affected.” Okay, this ‘positive take-away’ is done…

But in all seriousness:

DON’T DRIVE AND TEXT. DRIVE AND SING.  


This article was written by Margretta Sowah; a freelance writer and Fashion Marketer based in Sydney. All opinions expressed are her own. She cannot be held liable for bad taste. She also likes to spin yarn from time to time. Read more at: Blaire Magazine

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The daily dread of being judged, of being measured and found lacking in some way, no matter how small, was a burden she carried, compact and profound. It was a too-heavy purse, worn and comfortable on her shoulder, which she did not know the weight of until she set it down.
Lynda Cohen Loigman

Today I Am | #Forgiveness

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There is no greater power than forgiveness. Why? Because it allows you to not only fully receive your blessings, but others to receive theirs through you too. Forgiveness is a decision you make solely for yourself yet affects everyone you come into contact with, in one way or another.

Forgiveness is not acceptance. Forgiveness is a form of reparation (repair). You are telling yourself and God ‘I CHOOSE, despite what I have lost, to work with what I have TRULY gained, in this situation.’

Don’t worry, I struggle with it also.

“I lift my lids and all is born again…” | In Response

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I lift my lids and all is born again…

I sing to fit into notes –

letters of stories I have yet to forget.

Yes, I lift my eyes and paint your breath.

Wet with pigments of paper-made memories;

I write your name with brittle brushes

left to dry

in a room with little light.

Can I stay in slumber against you

once more my love?

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#Kaafiyamilaao

To be faithful, to be fruitful… | #AdviceToWriters

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Be Faithful To Your Perceptions

It’s not that you get a cliché and then wiggle it about or use synonyms. You don’t take an ordinary decorative paragraph and give it style. What you’re trying to do is be faithful to your perceptions and transmit them as faithfully as you can. I say these sentences until they sound right. There’s no objective reason why they’re right. They just sound right to me.

MARTIN AMIS

#AdviceToWriters

Good Advice (Love, and other Notes)

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Belle De Jour’s Guide to Men

Today I Am | #Grateful

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| Today I am grateful for… |

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1) My Family (the blessing of people to whom I can call my own)

2) My God (for showing me the power of humility in the midst of consequences, no matter how big or small, within the chain of humanity and the spiritual laws)

3) My Friends (the blossoming of maturity – to those who propel us and those who offer parachutes)

4) The Past (the errors in judgement, the deliberate refusal to be still again. The muddy waters. The clear springs)

5) The Present (the missteps, shuffle-hustle, footloose freedom of choice, intention and traction)

6) The Future (the ‘could be’s’, ‘should be’s’ and ‘would be’s’ come to rest in this space, finally unraveling with divine intervention).

“When I’m bad…”| Spotlight on Mae West

There are few women of the silver screen I admire – Aubrey Hepburn is of course a favourite (it almost goes without saying), Rita Hayworth, Shirley MacLaine (if you haven’t seen ‘What a way to go!’ I suggest you watch it), Lauren Bacall and Marilyn Monroe. Obvious choices to some but not without personal and somewhat unbias consideration. Mae West was a zinger! Her characters embodied a fearless entity- the true definition of a Femme Fatale (You can also check out Complex‘s top 50 hottest Femme Fatales of all time). Mae was unapologetic and a down right minx. I remember the famous line, “when I’m good , I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m better.”  – yowza! What a bold line from a women with substance. Women are too often afraid to claim both sides of themselves – the Mae West and the Aubrey Hepburn, with a splash of Lauren Bacall; you know, just to throw them off…

As Mae put so candidly and coquettishly :

“To err is human — but it feels divine.”

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Mae West stood as the epitome of playfully vulgar sex in the United States, portraying the role of a woman who made men slaver when she crossed a room in her sinuous walk.

Dressing in skin-tight gowns, bedecking herself in jewels, maintaining a n impeccable blondness and offering innuendos in a sultry voice, Miss West posed as a small-town Lothario’s dream of sexual abando nment in Sodom and Gomorrah.

Her heyday spanned the 1920’s and 30’s when as Diamond Lil she devised her own legend in films, on stage, in nightclubs and on records, not only performing, but also writing much of her own material. She continued acting on into the 70’s, and in a career stretching over six decades she became a millionaire.

”It isn’t what I do, but how I do it,” she said. ”It isn’t what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it.” Her invariable role borrowed heavily from the popular conception of a strumpet of the Gay Nineties. She swathed her petite, hourglass figure in garish furs and gowns, and she sashayed on five-inch stiletto heels; she purred witticisms that evoked both the atmosphere of the bawdyhouse and the raucous laughter of the honky-tonk.

Vanity Fair magazine was right in calling Miss West ”the greatest female impersonator of all time.” It was a remark passed without malice because the actress, although flamboyant, was bascially sedate, neither smoking nor drinking.

Some Memorable Lines

Some of the actress’s lines have entered the American vocabulary. In the mid-30’s, her suggestive invitation to ”come up ‘n’ see me sometime” became the most-repeated phrase of the day. ”Peel me a grape,” another utterance that hinted at sybaritic sex, was almost as frequently imitated.

Other memorable Mae West lines included: ”Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” ”I’m not good and tired, just tired.” ”When a girl goes bad, men go right after her.” ”It’s hard to be funny when you have to be clean.” ”It’s better to be looked over than overlooked.” ”Between two evils I always pick the one I never tried before.” ”I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it.” ”The man I don’t like doesn’t exist.” During World War II, Miss West’s name was applied to various pieces of military equipment and was thus listed in Webster’s New International Dictionary, Second Edition. The Royal Air Force named its inflatable life jackets ”Mae Wests” and United States Army soldiers referred to twin-turreted combat tanks as ”Mae Wests.”

via: NY Times 

Further information:

Mae West’s Secret of Success 

Mae West on Goodreads

 

# Untitled 45 (Thirsty)

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I remember the taste –

the thirst.

Wet and wondrous.

                        (Parched)

for necks.

Churning with delight

as lips

stroked bibs

on heads.

                                                Hung-up.

Lapping on hydration

                                                     and (hope).

Should I dip again?

Or swallow impulses

to spill.