After a two week absence from the blog, I'm back. This time with a short something to ponder over; here goes:
Consumer glory, fed by the patience of the people.
Merciful conglomerates oversee the seething digital market place.
A raging tide of red figures parts for a retail prophet to lead an army of bidders and investers for whom there seems little else but the cash in their pockets and the wealth they seek.
Blind are they to the affairs that really govern this world and to the condemning forces that overwhelm their own imagined microcosm.
This is their religion, this is their consumate legacy.
Is this really what the world's come to?
Forgetting the importance of the now ordinary concepts of love and family, of sanctity and faith and of pleasure in these things has become the norm.
Once wrapped up so tight, it's difficult to unravel the fabric that holds the greed in place.
This is their religion, this is their consumate legacy.
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Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Sunday, 5 July 2009
The longest day
I promised myself I wouldn't do this. Everyone's blogs are about their lifes and I wanted mine to be a little different. Just my perspective on the world, as it were.
But this is different.
In the early hours of Sunday 5th July, Jamie Baker, Tom Capewell and a young boy named Noah lost their lives after a car crash.
I found out about the crash at 12:45am on the morning of sunday 5th. I was asked to pray, being told they were all alive and talking with some injuries, so I prayed for a swift recovery and for them to be comforted and went to sleep. It had sounded like they would be ok.
I woke up at 8 o clock to two text messages. One recieved at 1:21am, telling me that Jamie and one of the other boys had died, not knowing if it was Tj or Noah. Then at 5:47am, confirming that all three boys had tragically passed away.
Tj was 17, hoping to start driving soon. Although he and I had our ups and downs, when starting at secondary school, we had been close friends. We joined the same youth group, and shared many incredible, funny and interesting memories.
Jamie was a cheeky, silly guy, always wanting a laugh. Always looking for more out of life. He was known for his long hair and for doing things that other people would consider too dangerous or frightful to do themselves.
I didn't know Noah, being only 8 years old.
Today has been the longest day of my life. A puzzle of remorse, confusion, sadness and sympathy. The reality hasn't sunk in, and I'm dreading the day at school tomorrow.
I remember looking around the sixth form centre, after something my cousin had said in a similar situation. "I thought to myself that some of these guys might not make it to their 21st birthday, maybe not even until they're 18." As morbid as it was, I realised that not everyone in the room would marry and have children. Least of all, did I expect Tom to be that one, nor Jamie.
The guys were vibrant and seemed to have a surplus of life, like it wouldn't run out.
I, personally, will remember these two guys for the light they brought into my life and the lives of my friends.
Have a large one on me boys. See you in a while.
x
But this is different.
In the early hours of Sunday 5th July, Jamie Baker, Tom Capewell and a young boy named Noah lost their lives after a car crash.
I found out about the crash at 12:45am on the morning of sunday 5th. I was asked to pray, being told they were all alive and talking with some injuries, so I prayed for a swift recovery and for them to be comforted and went to sleep. It had sounded like they would be ok.
I woke up at 8 o clock to two text messages. One recieved at 1:21am, telling me that Jamie and one of the other boys had died, not knowing if it was Tj or Noah. Then at 5:47am, confirming that all three boys had tragically passed away.
Tj was 17, hoping to start driving soon. Although he and I had our ups and downs, when starting at secondary school, we had been close friends. We joined the same youth group, and shared many incredible, funny and interesting memories.
Jamie was a cheeky, silly guy, always wanting a laugh. Always looking for more out of life. He was known for his long hair and for doing things that other people would consider too dangerous or frightful to do themselves.
I didn't know Noah, being only 8 years old.
Today has been the longest day of my life. A puzzle of remorse, confusion, sadness and sympathy. The reality hasn't sunk in, and I'm dreading the day at school tomorrow.
I remember looking around the sixth form centre, after something my cousin had said in a similar situation. "I thought to myself that some of these guys might not make it to their 21st birthday, maybe not even until they're 18." As morbid as it was, I realised that not everyone in the room would marry and have children. Least of all, did I expect Tom to be that one, nor Jamie.
The guys were vibrant and seemed to have a surplus of life, like it wouldn't run out.
I, personally, will remember these two guys for the light they brought into my life and the lives of my friends.
Have a large one on me boys. See you in a while.
x
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Orgies, The Mona Lisa and OCD.
On my travels through the internet this evening, several interesting things caught my attention.
Orgies began as religious events, originating in Greece, by way of an offering to the Gods.
Studies have proven that it is harder to tell a convincing lie to someone that you find sexually attractive.
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows - Check it out.
The Nazi SS uniforms were designed by Hugo Boss.
80% of all pictures on the internet are of naked women.
Fascinating.
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I've recently heard of many people's strange obsessive compulsive habits.
Mine personally is that the duvet must be exactly in the middle of bed. Ie, the exact same length dangling off each side.
Comment me with yours :)
x
Orgies began as religious events, originating in Greece, by way of an offering to the Gods.
Studies have proven that it is harder to tell a convincing lie to someone that you find sexually attractive.
The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows - Check it out.
The Nazi SS uniforms were designed by Hugo Boss.
80% of all pictures on the internet are of naked women.
Fascinating.
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I've recently heard of many people's strange obsessive compulsive habits.
Mine personally is that the duvet must be exactly in the middle of bed. Ie, the exact same length dangling off each side.
Comment me with yours :)
x
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Political Correctness
I start with "Brainstorm". This has been added to the list of politically incorrect words because epileptic people don't like this word used to describe a mindmap.
A friend of mine was recently incredibly hesitant at describing a man as black, so as I'd know who the man was. He was afraid to be classed as a racist.
"Bum" has been replaced by "Homeless person" and "Foreign food" by "Ethnic cuisine". It's now wrong to utter the word "Criminal", the correct term is "An Unsavoury Character"! A "Sex change" must technically be called a "Gender reassignment".
Other words that we're not allowed, or simply to afraid, to use include:
Rubbish man, Ghetto, Crazy, Housewife, Immigrants, Midget, Fairy, Poof, Camp and Prostitute.
As mentioned previously, the words "Black" and "White" are quickly becoming unacceptable, which will make it very difficult for coffee loving PC citizens. Even the American "Founding Fathers" have been renamed to just "The founders", for sexism reasons.
Politcal correctness has gone mad! Soon we'll have to say "Visually challenged" instead of "Ugly" and "Follicularly Challenge" instead of "Bald". Forget using the term "Fat" because "Differently weighted" is much less offensive apparently.
For your information, I'm a religiously minded person of English decent who works as a Kitchen Hygeine Officer. Quite catchy, isn't it? Sort of... Rolls off the toungue. Much easier than White Christian dish pig.
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A friend of mine was recently incredibly hesitant at describing a man as black, so as I'd know who the man was. He was afraid to be classed as a racist.
"Bum" has been replaced by "Homeless person" and "Foreign food" by "Ethnic cuisine". It's now wrong to utter the word "Criminal", the correct term is "An Unsavoury Character"! A "Sex change" must technically be called a "Gender reassignment".
Other words that we're not allowed, or simply to afraid, to use include:
Rubbish man, Ghetto, Crazy, Housewife, Immigrants, Midget, Fairy, Poof, Camp and Prostitute.
As mentioned previously, the words "Black" and "White" are quickly becoming unacceptable, which will make it very difficult for coffee loving PC citizens. Even the American "Founding Fathers" have been renamed to just "The founders", for sexism reasons.
Politcal correctness has gone mad! Soon we'll have to say "Visually challenged" instead of "Ugly" and "Follicularly Challenge" instead of "Bald". Forget using the term "Fat" because "Differently weighted" is much less offensive apparently.
For your information, I'm a religiously minded person of English decent who works as a Kitchen Hygeine Officer. Quite catchy, isn't it? Sort of... Rolls off the toungue. Much easier than White Christian dish pig.
x
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Winnie-the-pooh
I've found a load of quotes from Winnie-the-pooh, and because I didn't believe that half of them were from Pooh bear, I checked. The following selection of my favourites all come from the mind of A.A. Milne.
"If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee."
“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”
“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.”
“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"”
“You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
I thought you needed to read them. May joy be unconfined to you.
x
"If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee."
“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”
“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.”
“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"”
“You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
I thought you needed to read them. May joy be unconfined to you.
x
Sunday, 14 June 2009
The thing about beauty
I've been pondering "What is beauty?". We can all tell the hot girl from the crowd, or look at a guy and say he's good looking. But when it gets down to it, what is beauty?
The Collins English Dictionary defines it as this:
"The combination of all the qualities of a person or thing that delight the senses and please the mind."
Now, it'd be very cliched of me to tell you that true beauty comes from within, so for now, I won't. Although, I do generally believe that. But beauty on the outside is what I'm currently thinking about and it's a fragile thing. Beauty is not a concept that holds fast across geographical borders or time. A mauritanian is likely to find a large, plump woman attractive. Whereas, it seems in the western cultures, visible ribs and hip bones is what gets men dizzy. Japanese geishas paint their faces a brilliant white and are viewed as the most beautiful citizens. For many african tribes, lip stretching is seen as a sign of value in a woman and the larger the lip plate, the more cows they are worth. In the Kayan tribe of thailand, an artificially elongated neck is the ideal of beauty.
The culture in which you live seems to dictate what a person will find physically attractive and also, the extent to which beauty is emphasised.
If you roll back the clocks to the era of Elizabeth I, woman were plucking back their hair lines to create a larger forehead and drawing veins on their chests to give the impression of translucent skin. And if you look at what is revered as beauty by today's standards, the change is dramatic.
For me?
Beauty is tall and blonde with blue eyes, a good bum and a cracking smile.
x
The Collins English Dictionary defines it as this:
"The combination of all the qualities of a person or thing that delight the senses and please the mind."
Now, it'd be very cliched of me to tell you that true beauty comes from within, so for now, I won't. Although, I do generally believe that. But beauty on the outside is what I'm currently thinking about and it's a fragile thing. Beauty is not a concept that holds fast across geographical borders or time. A mauritanian is likely to find a large, plump woman attractive. Whereas, it seems in the western cultures, visible ribs and hip bones is what gets men dizzy. Japanese geishas paint their faces a brilliant white and are viewed as the most beautiful citizens. For many african tribes, lip stretching is seen as a sign of value in a woman and the larger the lip plate, the more cows they are worth. In the Kayan tribe of thailand, an artificially elongated neck is the ideal of beauty.
The culture in which you live seems to dictate what a person will find physically attractive and also, the extent to which beauty is emphasised.
If you roll back the clocks to the era of Elizabeth I, woman were plucking back their hair lines to create a larger forehead and drawing veins on their chests to give the impression of translucent skin. And if you look at what is revered as beauty by today's standards, the change is dramatic.
For me?
Beauty is tall and blonde with blue eyes, a good bum and a cracking smile.
x
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Kings and Extreme Pooch
It's widely believed that light is the fastest thing in the universe. I, however, disagree with this. I think that Monarchy, the state of being a monarch, is faster than Light.
The reasoning behind it is this:
There cannot be more than one king or queen and tradition dictates that there be no gap between the reign of one king or queen and the next. So, when a monarch dies, the succession must therefore pass to their heir instantaneously.
Presumably, there must be some elementary particles - kingons, or possibly queenons - that do this job. However, succession can sometimes fail if, mid-flight, they strike an anti-particle, or republicon.
It may be possible to send messages using these particles, modulating the signal by torturing a small king. Although, it's not advised because this would be treason.
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I saw on the news the other day, a dog that can genuinely skateboard. Frankly, I'm amazed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziDeUbifKIM
http://www.skateboardingbulldog.com/
x
The reasoning behind it is this:
There cannot be more than one king or queen and tradition dictates that there be no gap between the reign of one king or queen and the next. So, when a monarch dies, the succession must therefore pass to their heir instantaneously.
Presumably, there must be some elementary particles - kingons, or possibly queenons - that do this job. However, succession can sometimes fail if, mid-flight, they strike an anti-particle, or republicon.
It may be possible to send messages using these particles, modulating the signal by torturing a small king. Although, it's not advised because this would be treason.
-
I saw on the news the other day, a dog that can genuinely skateboard. Frankly, I'm amazed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziDeUbifKIM
http://www.skateboardingbulldog.com/
x
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