Musing No.5 kind sir:
A fantastic book, like Camus meets Sallinger. Perhaps not as good either but certainly a cult classic in its own right. READ this book.Thursday 17 April 2008
If it wern't for the helmet...
I'd have felt the cool morning air rushing passed my head at 68mph. Having read and re-read Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance not only was I touched by his 'Chautauquas' but also the descriptions of his road trip on the old BMW motorbikes. So naturally, when my friend passed his test I hopped on his bike and we spent a weekend biking around. I expected to be terrified and uneasy but (maybe it's a testament to his driving ability) as soon as we set off I was the calmest I'd been for ages; the ride, no matter how fast we went put me in a total trance of blissful speed. I realised my new found 'zen' when I looked into the wing mirror and realised that the entire reflection was a blur from the motion of the bike meeting the road. Perhaps this is the reason so many motorcyclists die, its not from their desire to go faster, it's just that they're so darn relaxed that they zone out. Of course, this is bollocks and the vast majority of motorcyclists willingly break the speed limits over 50 times a day.
Musing No.5 kind sir:
A fantastic book, like Camus meets Sallinger. Perhaps not as good either but certainly a cult classic in its own right. READ this book.
Musing No.5 kind sir:
A fantastic book, like Camus meets Sallinger. Perhaps not as good either but certainly a cult classic in its own right. READ this book.
Tuesday 8 April 2008
ice box
I realised that as soon as I had posted my previous post that I'd covered such a diverse and interesting subject such as time in only a few sentences. I regret that post wholeheartedly and in order to rectify it this posts' musing shall be Tachyons, if you can be bothered to read the article.
Musing no.4, maestro:
use that finger selflessly
Mistake ratified. Now onto my post subject: Snow day!
Thanks to all our farting cows, CFCs and selfish use of coal the climate is all fucked up and I'm feeling the effects, not only are there sporadic changes in weather here but it did not snow at Christmas, something that made me very unhappy indeed. However, for one day, and one day only it snowed. in April.
It's worth noting that I do not appear in these photos for those of you out there trying to track me down, although there is probably sufficient evidence on here to track me down, espcially the photo showing my surronding areas above. The day before that it was one of the hottest I'd experienced in 2008. what is happening to this planet... it's almost easy to forget the atrocities that are creating this beauty.
Is my infantile fascination with snow linked to the great lack of it or is it something we all share? I investigated this further and Skype'd a Canadian friend of mine. When asked if he loves the sight of snow and the playing ideals it brings his answer was brief.
'I fucking hate snow and all the inconveniences it brings.' - although it's just one opinion he assures me its the common mindset about snow. This makes it very clear that snow, amongst many other things is just one of the many things I like/enjoy because they're not in abundance to me. Perhaps its a good thing then that snow doesn't fall often here.
That said, no one likes rain.
Musing no.4, maestro:
use that finger selflesslyMistake ratified. Now onto my post subject: Snow day!
Thanks to all our farting cows, CFCs and selfish use of coal the climate is all fucked up and I'm feeling the effects, not only are there sporadic changes in weather here but it did not snow at Christmas, something that made me very unhappy indeed. However, for one day, and one day only it snowed. in April.
It's worth noting that I do not appear in these photos for those of you out there trying to track me down, although there is probably sufficient evidence on here to track me down, espcially the photo showing my surronding areas above. The day before that it was one of the hottest I'd experienced in 2008. what is happening to this planet... it's almost easy to forget the atrocities that are creating this beauty.
Is my infantile fascination with snow linked to the great lack of it or is it something we all share? I investigated this further and Skype'd a Canadian friend of mine. When asked if he loves the sight of snow and the playing ideals it brings his answer was brief.
'I fucking hate snow and all the inconveniences it brings.' - although it's just one opinion he assures me its the common mindset about snow. This makes it very clear that snow, amongst many other things is just one of the many things I like/enjoy because they're not in abundance to me. Perhaps its a good thing then that snow doesn't fall often here.
That said, no one likes rain.
Wednesday 2 April 2008
Slow Ride
The thing, I find, with my blog is that I've never started a post with an aim or preliminary concept in mind. I begin typing some form of introduction (ta da) and hope that some sort of cohesive point worth thinking/reading about evolves.
I wrote the above two hours ago, and have decided to focus on time and our perceptions of time for this particular post in day 3 of my infantile blog. But before I start:
Musing No.3 if you'd please:
ignore the poor Zero 7 rip-off and be amazed
I think it's easy to say that 'Morph' will revolutionise mobile technology one hundred times more than the iPhone could have imagined. The iPhone is just the inevitable culmination of Apple's beautiful and brainy children. Morph seems to be doing a whole lot more. A whole lot. It's research also has a major impact on the technological advancements globally, buildings will be able to get covered in the invisible, super strength solar panels, the nano-wafting technology could be used in hospitals for various diagnoses? The list is pretty much endless. Apple's take on the mobile phone = the amazing iPhone... now imagine their take on the Nokia Morph. Just. Can't. Wait.
move along...
“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” - as I have already discussed, I do not plan these blogs and it's quite clear that I have an abundance of time. What a great explanation for their inadequacies. Time is all in the mind as I'm sure you're aware and it just so happens that the human perception of time has ended up the way it did. A fly's perception of time is much different, seconds take hours etc. This is why they have the reflexes they do. But aside from our natural perceptions of time I feel there is another, more annoying perception of time. And that is the way we reference the time we have left. This works on all levels be it within the framework of a day; week; year or a lifetime. I'm always telling myself (as a great procrastinator) that I have not only more time to do something but that i'll have a monumental task (such as AS revision) that I can do in the evening because I want to spend the day on my PS3... Why do we do this, why lie to ourselves? we have all the time in world to do the important things, but there's no time to lose so I must do something menial. Why do we kid ourselves? right now I am writing this because I should be doing something important. Perhaps there is no real answer, perhaps it's the natural order of things for us to sit in our pants and do nothing all day and it is the select few with energy who get things done and make s feel bad?
Being organised and getting things done makes you a freak. - I'm done, time to watch Ren & Stimpy as this blog is becoming too much of an effort.
I wrote the above two hours ago, and have decided to focus on time and our perceptions of time for this particular post in day 3 of my infantile blog. But before I start:
Musing No.3 if you'd please:
ignore the poor Zero 7 rip-off and be amazed
I think it's easy to say that 'Morph' will revolutionise mobile technology one hundred times more than the iPhone could have imagined. The iPhone is just the inevitable culmination of Apple's beautiful and brainy children. Morph seems to be doing a whole lot more. A whole lot. It's research also has a major impact on the technological advancements globally, buildings will be able to get covered in the invisible, super strength solar panels, the nano-wafting technology could be used in hospitals for various diagnoses? The list is pretty much endless. Apple's take on the mobile phone = the amazing iPhone... now imagine their take on the Nokia Morph. Just. Can't. Wait.
move along...
“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” - as I have already discussed, I do not plan these blogs and it's quite clear that I have an abundance of time. What a great explanation for their inadequacies. Time is all in the mind as I'm sure you're aware and it just so happens that the human perception of time has ended up the way it did. A fly's perception of time is much different, seconds take hours etc. This is why they have the reflexes they do. But aside from our natural perceptions of time I feel there is another, more annoying perception of time. And that is the way we reference the time we have left. This works on all levels be it within the framework of a day; week; year or a lifetime. I'm always telling myself (as a great procrastinator) that I have not only more time to do something but that i'll have a monumental task (such as AS revision) that I can do in the evening because I want to spend the day on my PS3... Why do we do this, why lie to ourselves? we have all the time in world to do the important things, but there's no time to lose so I must do something menial. Why do we kid ourselves? right now I am writing this because I should be doing something important. Perhaps there is no real answer, perhaps it's the natural order of things for us to sit in our pants and do nothing all day and it is the select few with energy who get things done and make s feel bad?
Being organised and getting things done makes you a freak. - I'm done, time to watch Ren & Stimpy as this blog is becoming too much of an effort.
Tuesday 1 April 2008
The difficult second album...
In a blinding flash of enlightenment it came to me today (whilst I was serving an almost comically pompous customer) that the reason I have made this blog isn't for exhibition purposes or for recognition but because this blog (by making me to write to an 'audience') forces me to correlate my thoughts and make sense of myself. In short, it centres me.
oh what a pleasant feeling...
However this makes it notoriously difficult to write these posts (yes all 2 of them) as my daily thoughts either disappear if not noted down or have no real weight. Which is why I've decided to create a broad focus of my blog.
And behind door no.1: each post will have some sort of general theme or purpose other than my musings...
that reminds me, Musing No.2:
Some love him, some hate him but what the divided community can all agree on is that Dave Shrigley is most certainly an outsider.
Perhaps the best outsider artist? I certainly think so, definitely check him out and give him a go, he'll make you question yourself whilst laughing incredibly hard. Quite a talent that man has. I recommend his short film also, voiced by the brilliant Kevin Eldon.
Enough bum licking.
These 'musings' will almost definitely appear in ever post, most definitely contain some other form of media and certainly begin to piss you off.
I felt my last/first post was a little down-beat so I've decided that the focus of this post shall be comedy. A unique post subject I'm sure you'd agree.
Top Ten TV Comedies:
'Comedy' I believe is one of the very few deciding factors of intelligence. It's undeniable that there are an incredibly large and varied ways for an individual to be knowledgeable and/or intelligent (except for the aristocracy, they have no hope in hell) but to understand/appreciate and/or write a sitcom, stand-up set or film that makes people laugh in a way that also engages their thoughts and beliefs requires a sheer magnitude of intelligence. Anyone can make a room of automatons laugh, just by using a catchphrase, silly voice or melodrama (Extras proves this relentlessly, as do many American sitcoms ((although they are without irony...)) but the above 10 (and many others) achieve these desired effects in a way that only the great artists do. It's hard to explain, or perhaps I'm ill-equipped but I can feel the desperation of my opinion dragging my point along.
Good comedy is also great literature, now isn't that easier on the eyes?
oh what a pleasant feeling...
However this makes it notoriously difficult to write these posts (yes all 2 of them) as my daily thoughts either disappear if not noted down or have no real weight. Which is why I've decided to create a broad focus of my blog.
And behind door no.1: each post will have some sort of general theme or purpose other than my musings...
that reminds me, Musing No.2:
Some love him, some hate him but what the divided community can all agree on is that Dave Shrigley is most certainly an outsider.
Perhaps the best outsider artist? I certainly think so, definitely check him out and give him a go, he'll make you question yourself whilst laughing incredibly hard. Quite a talent that man has. I recommend his short film also, voiced by the brilliant Kevin Eldon.
Enough bum licking.
These 'musings' will almost definitely appear in ever post, most definitely contain some other form of media and certainly begin to piss you off.
I felt my last/first post was a little down-beat so I've decided that the focus of this post shall be comedy. A unique post subject I'm sure you'd agree.
Top Ten TV Comedies:
- The Office
- Extras
- Garth Marenghi's Dark Place
- Green Wing
- The Adam & Joe Show
- Peep Show
- Curb your Enthusiasm
- Spaced
- Ren & Stimpy
- Nathan Barley
'Comedy' I believe is one of the very few deciding factors of intelligence. It's undeniable that there are an incredibly large and varied ways for an individual to be knowledgeable and/or intelligent (except for the aristocracy, they have no hope in hell) but to understand/appreciate and/or write a sitcom, stand-up set or film that makes people laugh in a way that also engages their thoughts and beliefs requires a sheer magnitude of intelligence. Anyone can make a room of automatons laugh, just by using a catchphrase, silly voice or melodrama (Extras proves this relentlessly, as do many American sitcoms ((although they are without irony...)) but the above 10 (and many others) achieve these desired effects in a way that only the great artists do. It's hard to explain, or perhaps I'm ill-equipped but I can feel the desperation of my opinion dragging my point along.
Good comedy is also great literature, now isn't that easier on the eyes?
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