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Sunday, December 31, 2006

so this is blogging, and what have we done...?

[this is a copy of wot-i-just-rote on the PM blog]
Inspired by a contributer to the PM blog, I've just re-read my own blog from the beginning of the year. Interesting (if only for me) as I had little flashbacks of my time travelling.

As dear reader you'll know, in November 2005 I 'left work', sat on me bottom and travelled a bit. By the end of the first quarter of 2006 I'd made it to Spain and Guatamala (as anyone who peeked at my pics will know). Not massive travels I grant you, but still. Nice memories. And interesting to be able to access them for the first time after writing them down all those months ago!!!

Randomly clicking through the blog "Archives" on the right, I realise that my ramblings mainly concern:
a) Women (and lack thereof)
b) Not being able to speak Spanish
c) Arsenal
d) hangovers

actually d) is ironically rarer as I tend to blog at night when [ahem] drink has been taken, but before its morning awfulness has wreaked its merry way through my tummy and head. And alcohol (as any good Doctor here will attest) is not cool, or likely to help getting thoughts down coherently. I have not come to praise Beer, but to bury it....

Oddly enough (or perhaps not), as soon as I started work again, I kinda let the blogging slip.

So, after the somewhat pleasant diary-like reminders of what-i-did-on-my-holidays, I think I may start blogging again this year (don't all cheer at once). Not a "resolution", but I'm getting more into the habit of typing my thoughts (even though I'm still sooooo slow) and inspired by my posting on the PM blog.

[After poking at 2 posts from the archives, I can now also provide a short version of my blog: Seville is beautiful; if you can't speak the language you'll eat odd combinations of food; I'm rubbish with women; I worry too much about Arsenal; I get fascinated by stuff]

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Friday, December 29, 2006

sumfing wot i posted on PM blog

The question was:
we're coming to the end of another year and hurtling towards the end of the first decade of a new century, so... "What do the noughties mean to you?".....


noughties huh?
reckon Jason's onto a good thing by mentioning the iPod (which isn't even the best tool in terms of functionality... but ooooohhhh just feel the surface....)

Mainly though this decade is a follow-through from the 80's "Me" generation. Now I get to have my environment with me at all times (either in a big car or with earphones). I don't have to interact if I choose not to.

And choice is about me not you. And choice is soooo important nowadays. Not bothered what's on the menu, as long as I have a choice of options (I'd rather 35 channels of cr*p than 15 channels of cr*p... 3 healthcare options rather than a single appropriate one...)

Also I get to be famous - me, me meeeeee. While people gawp on and think "it could be meee there...." and go and have yet more alcohol, splitting them from others to an even greater extent... the social oil that we all slip along on.

and blogs are all about meeeeeeeeeeeeee.

or so I thought.

All that's very simplistic.

Blogs for a start are a medium, and for every hundred rubbish, adolescent gurning cries of "hello world" and "pick me" there's one that you can connect with and grow from.

And choice is a fallacy - choice is based on knowledge, difficult complex knowledge like "which surgeon had fewer fatalities?" leading to fewer surgeons cutting open 'high risk' cases leading to... and as any designer will tell you, choice inhibits action. And whats the point of a choice between things I'm gonna ignore anyway....?

And 'my' environment is now balanced by a concern for our environment...

so, the noughties? Not so naughty, but maybe a bit more growed up?

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how many lurkers...?

... does it take to change a blog?

Well, any lurker out there (erm, actually i only know of one) should put their hand up. Even anonymously.

then I'll know if i can be arsed to get back into blogging.

and then we'll know exactly how many lurkers it takes to change a blog.


(i do mean this by the way - if you're reading this, please comment, even with an anonymous "hi", as I have no way of counting 'hits' or anything...)


Walcott Wallcould wall might

i should at least bother to check facts, but..... is part (a small and not overwhelming part admittedly, but a part) of the reason for Walcott and Baptista not getting good runouts this season due to the fact that they were signed on performance related pay?? ie if Walcott plays a game, then we don't just pay him (fair nuff) but also Southampton. Now, we wouldn't be that tight I'm sure but..... all adds up..... the diff between 6 and 12 million is another player....

Nah, more likely its cos Brady is youth coach and advocating a start like his (ie softly softly).

seeing at how good he was, and was for us, then either way, I don't care!!

this season at least!


Thursday, December 28, 2006

radiohead rocks!!

or..... marches??



Area woman conforms to ridiculous cliche horror!

he he.

Honest. I couldn't make this up. Really, I'm not witty enough.

apparently...... the ex-head of MI5, Dame Eliza Manningham-Buller 's daughter is a.......

puppet master!!

what..... this isn't that funny?


Sunday, December 17, 2006

retail therapy made me depressed - that's wrong, right?

well, it was me own fault for going round Columbia Rd, Brick Lanes and Spitalfields looking for xmas presents on the last sunday before xmas. What was I thinking? and a really really bad idea to do it when I was feeling down about being single. Still. Even though I've always been single. All those "beautiful people" having fun and me moping, as I'd been reminded over the weekend that I was single and that wasn't likely to change no matter how much I might want.

Didn't even manage to buy any presents. This year is gonna be my most embarrassing as I have nothing really good to give anyone. I always like having something that will make someone just burst out laughing or go "ohmygod that's brilliant!" or something.

This time it'll be a bit flatter for me as all I seem to see is tat. And I really don't want to buy "just" anything. ah well, its not about the presents... except surely it is for my neice. I mean c'mon, she's six so it must be about the presents and I've been terrifically lame this year - I have nothing good to give her at all!....