A Conveyor Blog?

I can't believe it's been a whole four months since I last gave you a new episode of Khalivison. Surely it's way to long to go without my dietary musings right? Anywho, I've changed jobs so I'm no longing working for the largest, lucrative, innovative technological company with a bibli-iconographic fruit for its logo. I work for a local charity as a 'part time' communications coordinator. It's been a steep learning curve, making the transition from being a guerrilla operator to being apart of a long standing institution but hey, the career experience is priceless. As the days go by I realise more and more that I've met so many great people on my journey, especially from university. Almost every conversation I have involves a eureka moment in my head as I connect the dots.

On the flip of starting a new job and finding my feet, it seems that I have partially neglected Up In The Ear. I know last time I was unsure what I were doing with it and whether I wanted to rebrand but I've gone into a process of scheduling. It's kinda like reaching the end of your trek through the forest, seeing the shoreline and asking yourself what's next?

I used to do film content in regards to interview but the process was much too time consuming, I did the podcast and mashup thing but wasn't regular with it, did the extensive writing reviews based upon my listening adventures but 90% of submissions don't really inspire me to write.

The question I ask myself constantly is where do I go next?

I planned it all out but it's kinda like retreading old ground. I feel like I've done it already. The organisation I'm in, I meet some diverse artists on a regular basis. Maybe a scheduled Up In The Ear isn't such a bad thing whilst I gain experience from working at my new job to apply to the business plan. The ultimate goal is to work for myself in some shape or form but whilst I'm here, my primary aim is to make a difference because I can see a lot of opportunity.

One more thing I endeavour to do is to post more episodes on here more often as writing helps to clear my head, and also to put me to sleep.

Peace

The Stench Offensive

Since my car has been in the garage, having been afflicted with all types of ailments, I've been riding the bus to work. Some journeys are better than others, sometimes I get to sit down with no one sitting next to me and other times someone sits next to me with that smell... I have no idea what the smell is but dependant on who it is, it could smell like a combination of moth balls, fish, fry up, stale rice noodles and dry shit. Words can't begin to describe my discomfort, especially when I have to crack a window and it's freezing outside.

I'm not being discriminatory in the slightest but I've began to attribute particular fragrances to particular cultures and ethnicities, as weird as it sounds it's the truth. Some ethnicities and cultures use particular types of fragrance, incense and cook particular foods -native to them. But then again some people just smell rotten, I mean really rotten and whether it's down to not bathing for several days or the lack of deodorant or washing their garments is unknown. I really don't know how some people have the audacity to invade your personal space with their odours: whether it be body odour, their breath: a combination of decaying bacteria and seaweed or that smell that no one can describe...

You know that stench that no one else can describe but it makes you bulk because you can't seem to put a name to it: like I really can't add anything more because this isn't a blog about specifics, I just can't deal with it. I've gotten to the point in life that when I'm walking I seem to hold my breath when walking past anyone who seems like they'll cause damage to my nostrils.

Have you ever had your nasal hairs burnt by someone's stench?

Well I have and it weren't nice as I didn't expect it. That's right, I think it'll be a great idea to start a band of vigilantes called the Stench Offensive who'll extinguish any offending smells when you dial 666. They can even come through with some religious iconography too as all these abysmal smells are just erm just like well you know [refuse to swear so bear with me as I think of a great word to end this -or just pretend that this is it].

Ghost.