| Err I must write something here |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|01:07 pm] |
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I must say something interesting...
I must say something interesting...
I must say something interesting...
I must say something interesting...
I must say something interesting... |
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| sick sick sick |
[Sep. 29th, 2004|06:12 pm] |
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yuk
mucus
ache
shiver
whine
cold
hot
sick |
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| Russia |
[Sep. 12th, 2004|01:02 am] |
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I spent the week in Moscow. It was mostly work but I managed to wander around a bit too. I was taken to the flat that Mikhail Bulgakov lived in after talking about his books with someone there. I met Bulgakov's niece, which was a bit wierd, she was very friendly we had a bit of a chat via a translator.
It is a strange place but there is a feeling of energy about it, everyone is obviously a bit shaken at the whole chechnya thing at the moment.
I sort of feel that England has lost that feeling of energy of (re)buiding something, this is a country still living on its past glories, there is a lot of cool stuff about London but it feels like the past is bigger than the present here.
Dull weekend, off to Germany on monday, I am moving about so much but going nowhere, I need to find a goal or at least a purpose. |
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| 7 Things to smile about |
[Aug. 17th, 2004|12:09 pm] |
Attacking christians with water pistols on a sunday morning
Random rambling conversations that weirdly wander through alluring alliterations
Spending too much time making up a silly rhyme
Smiling at people
Wearing silly clothes
Music
Friendly Freaks |
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| round and round and round and... |
[Aug. 11th, 2004|04:29 pm] |
Went to the poi spinning thing at spitalfields last night, it was fun, I have been lazy and not practiced much recently. I wanna set fire to them again but i dont really have enough space to do it in my garden. The last time I did it one neighbour shouted out asking if there was a fire, but another said it looked cool when I bumped into them the next day.
Going to spin some more now. |
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| be banal and die |
[Aug. 8th, 2004|11:10 pm] |
Another week, another year older. I am called a tortured soul, but I believe in love, peace, friendship and happiness.
How can you share your beliefs about the world without sounding pretentious. Live, love and die. It is all glorious in its pain as well as it's pleasure.
Thank fuck (or some inappropriate diety) almost no one will read my self indulgent rants.
Happiness is so unconducive to creativity, nice is nasty. Schopenhauer was a wuss, but Nietzsche was a bit of a wanker.
Sorry for this crap that means nothing to anyone but me, bad conversations with an ex make me need to rant. Incomplete and inconclusive musings, half drunk and half informed about the philosophers. Fear is revitalising, if one can relish the angst and feed off of it perhaps nirvana can be reached.
Its not meant to be coherent, fuck em all, there is no good and bad or right and wrong. |
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| The high point of my day was 2 wrong numbers |
[Aug. 6th, 2004|07:12 pm] |
I find it hard to bring myself to write the boring banalities of my life in here. I want to write when I feel depressed and if I am happy I am doing other things so I dont have time. I do not want to give a skewed view of my life even if I am the only one who will read it.
I suppose LJ and its equivalents are a sort of performance literature open to anyone with a computer, one thing at last about new technology that actually brings people together rather than imposing more privacy.
And to end on a positive note, flowers are pretty. |
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| The Emperors New Clothes Redux |
[Jul. 26th, 2004|05:45 pm] |
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This tale of lies that Hans Christian Andersen sold us needs to be re visted.
A pair of magicians (scoundrels according to Hans) come to town and sell to the emperor and all the city a vision woven from magic and dreams.
They let all the towns people and government forget the mundane and look to the stars and believe in their dreams.
They allowed them to glimpse perfection and see beyond their previously narrow view of reality.
The town had been infiltrated in the guise of a small child by an evil but weak magician, who resented his lack of magical ability and so hated those who could create where he could only destroy, he wanted to turn the world gray and dull and steal all the dreams, so that everyone was on his level. This evil magician cast the easiest spell for any magician to learn and broke the dream. As Hans put it.
"A child, however, who had no important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up to the carriage.
'The Emperor is naked,' he said.
'Fool!' his father reprimanded, running after him. "Don't talk nonsense!" He grabbed his child and took him away. But the boy's remark, which had been heard by the bystanders, was repeated over and over again until everyone cried:
"The boy is right! The Emperor is naked! It's true!"
The Emperor realized that the people were right but could not admit to that. He thought it better to continue the procession under the illusion that anyone who couldn't see his clothes was either stupid or incompetent. And he stood stiffly on his carriage, while behind him a page held his imaginary mantle...."
And thus the misery continued and everyone lived "happily" ever after in the mundane world they had always lived in. But occasionally they still woke at night having dreamed of the glimpse of the clothes and a magical world that the magicians had given them.
Coming soon, the pied piper of hamlet, the real story of the hero who freed the children from the rat ridden ghettos, and led them to the land of milk and honey.
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES.... |
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| I like cherries |
[Jul. 26th, 2004|05:07 pm] |
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| | Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland | ] |
They are the coolest coloured fruit and tasty too. |
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| I ate sundays |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|05:33 pm] |
My fridge is empty, well not empty but contains an onion some garlic and some wilted looking fresh coriander, so useless for anything except maybe a marinade. I need to buy clothes I have been busy, stressed and just useless for too many months and need clothes.
I feel relatively awake considering slimelight last night so I go out shopping. I bought books, eye makeup remover, fruit and beer. I suppose the fruit is a good thing, but I still need food and clothes. I am hard wired to be unable to focus on what I am meant to be focusing on. It is the same at work, it is a good job my job is random enough that I can fool myself into being productive by trying to do too many things at once.
Last night was good, I spoke to my cool new canadian friends and their friends and jumped about a bit. I should go do some exercise now but I am wimping out even though I feel ok because I told myself I wouldt go if I stayed out past 3 and now I have an excuse my heart is now not in it. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2004|01:02 pm] |
Had a headache and didn't really feel like doing anything last night but I dragged myself to the Dev and met a bunch of cool canadian people. Ended up going to gossips with them and meeting some other new people there too.
I am very glad I went even though I was a bit subdued, life is about meeting new people. |
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| I have got to start this with my favorite quote from Bill Hicks |
[Jul. 22nd, 2004|02:01 pm] |
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride..." And we... kill those people. Ha ha "Shut him up." "We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King mudered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan.... wounded. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. |
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