How do you define youth? Is it an attitude? An age? A generation?
Often ‘yoof’s’ have a hopeful look in their eye. It’s a wide eyed demeanor, unsullied by disappointment or situations too difficult to easily categorize. Youth is still fresh and tender.
You can spy youth in the little kids who tear around fountains in their undies, tweens awkwardly tripping over themselves while smiling in their braces, the teenager looking scornfully at those who went before and plan how they’re like, totally going to do it differently and those in their twenties start building their new lives on their own on their first solo trips to Ikea.
Less obviously, you can also get a whiff of youth from the Grandma with the cheeky attitude, the Dad who gets down on the floor to play with his kids and when grown ups let their dignity drop for a brief moment to have some fun.
If we can identify and appreciate a young attitude maybe we’ll be able to do what the songs says and stay forever young.
My part-time occupation for the last few weeks has been to find a new place to live. Although the old place (a lovely converted terrace house) was much loved, various circumstances presented and proved to me that it was indeed time to move on. Part of the search for a new place was the requisite ‘list-making’. I quite like lists – I like to be able to get all my thoughts down on paper for future reflection, but most of all, I like to be able to tick off each item once the task is complete. Those ticks are the 30-year-old’s equivalent of an eight-year-old’s gold star received at the end of a school homework project. They scream ‘ACCOMPLISHED’!
World cup fanatics were dealt a bitter blow with the Socceroos abysmal performance against Germany. Here's hoping a lego recreation of England vs the US can soften the blow.
Does your house mock your housecleaning efforts? Do the sock goblins steal your best socks? Dust monster colonise the underside of your tables and chairs? Artist Christoph Niemann knows the feeling and has adorably illustrated it on his Abstract City blog for the New York Times.
Claymation is all the rage. From 'The Trap Door' of childhood TV to the Academy Award winning 'Max and Mary', the wibbly and organic art form has definitely caught our attention. So when TTL saw the work of artist Allison Schulnik in the video for "Ready, Able," from Grizzly Bear's 'Veckatimest' we had to share. Enjoy.
A few days after I was asked to write this article I went to Switchfoot’s concert at the Forum in Sydney. As I stood on the top level of the venue, with a bird’s eye view of the stage & the writhing pit of awed fans clamouring for a touch of John Foreman’s outstretched hand, it struck me again just how powerful music is. Whether Christian or not the crowd was united in epic sing-a-longs that held all the passion of the church in full voice rising to worship her Creator. I watched the looks of ecstasy on upturned faces as they mouthed lyrics like:
Twitter. All the kids are doing it, flinging self conscious ephemera out into the gaping maw of the internet. For a generation that must be observed in order to feel truly alive, Twitter is the apex of the social media pyramid. In 140 characters or less tweet what you’re doing, what you’re thinking, tweet pictures of where you are or your views on anything from Gaga to Dada. It is the ultimate in self documentation. But beware being boring or you’ll be unfollowed as quick as a flash (drive).
When my university offered me the opportunity to travel to Mexico to study for a year I was thrilled. How many people did I know who had been to Mexico to study? I was motivated by a desire to challenge my ideas about the world and experience a life very different to my own in Australia. In particular, I wanted to live the life of Mexico, a country we generally hear not much about in Australia. Previously, I had only heard stories of drug wars, gun battles and abductions filtered through news sources and friends. As a result, in the days leading up to my departure it seemed everyone thought I was heading for certain death and destruction at the hands of Mexico's crazed drug lords.
My part-time occupation for the last few weeks has been to find a new place to live. Although the old place (a lovely converted terrace house) was much loved, various circumstances presented and proved to me that it was indeed time to move on. Part of the search for a new place was the requisite ‘list-making’. I quite like lists – I like to be able to get all my thoughts down on paper for future reflection, but most of all, I like to be able to tick off each item once the task is complete. Those ticks are the 30-year-old’s equivalent of an eight-year-old’s gold star received at the end of a school homework project. They scream ‘ACCOMPLISHED’!
This weekend, why don’t you save your pennies and stay in and get busy in the kitchen?
Does your house mock your housecleaning efforts? Do the sock goblins steal your best socks? Dust monster colonise the underside of your tables and chairs? Artist Christoph Niemann knows the feeling and has adorably illustrated it on his 
God speaks in mysterious ways, but never before through Twitter. But now, 
A few days after I was asked to write this article I went to Switchfoot’s concert at the Forum in Sydney. As I stood on the top level of the venue, with a bird’s eye view of the stage & the writhing pit of awed fans clamouring for a touch of John Foreman’s outstretched hand, it struck me again just how powerful music is. Whether Christian or not the crowd was united in epic sing-a-longs that held all the passion of the church in full voice rising to worship her Creator. I watched the looks of ecstasy on upturned faces as they mouthed lyrics like:
Twitter. All the kids are doing it, flinging self conscious ephemera out into the gaping maw of the internet. For a generation that must be observed in order to feel truly alive, Twitter is the apex of the social media pyramid. In 140 characters or less tweet what you’re doing, what you’re thinking, tweet pictures of where you are or your views on anything from Gaga to Dada. It is the ultimate in self documentation. But beware being boring or you’ll be unfollowed as quick as a flash (drive).
