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you used to be alright
what happened?
cat get your tongue?

quotes

she buzzes like a

i fell

it's really not that you can't see / the forest for the trees / you've never been out in the woods alone

it’s not jazz at all, it’s rock and roll

In the words of my friend William Shakespeare, when the shit hits the fan, get a tent.

..nothing..

Data: Sorry, sir. I seem to be commenting on everything. Riker: Good. Don't stop, my friend.

To get a really good answer you must sacrifice your ability to predict the answer, albeit not your ability to say what is the question.

Man's life is full of mystery, and everyone tries to compare it to something simple and esier to grasp. I know a carpenter, and he used to say: "A man he is like a carpenter. Look at the carpenter; the carpenter lives, lives then dies. And so does a man."

ah ah ah ah

ahh ah ah ah ah

ahh ahh ahhh ahhhh ahh ahh ahhhhh ahhh hhhhh

rain down rain down

come on rain down on me

from a great height

from a great height

rain down rain downcome on rain down oh rain

from a great height from a great height

the more i try to erase you
the more that you appear

Make not your thoughts your prisons

Beginner's mind is a concept in Zen Buddhism, often referred to by its Japanese name shoshin (初心) or (much less commonly) nyuanshin. As the name suggests, it refers to having an attitude of openness, eagerness, and lack of preconceptions when studying a subject, even when studying at an advanced level, just as a beginner in that subject would.

Eric Gill: "If you look after truth and goodness, beauty looks after herself."

"Down here is our time. Our time. That's all over the moment we ride up Troy's bucket."

Butterflies and Hurricanes vs. Sentimental Guy

There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent

change everything you are

We drifted far away
Far away it seems
Time has stopped
The clock keeps going

and everything you were

And I never thought so much could change

don't let yourself down
and don't let yourself go
your last chance has arrived

Two anniversaries

It is exactly five years ago today (3rd) that I started work in my present employment, a fresh faced youngster with a very short haircut.

And, now that mignight has passed, it is exactly two years today (4th) since I started this blog.

Well I never!

Hmm

hmmmmmmmm

Good radiohead at ease thread: Changes in Style for LP7!, discuss

Listening to Street Spirit while watching people on public transport is a headfuck though. It really makes you feel seperate from everyone.

On friday I was accused by mr. bielby of having been "a bit reclusive online recently". Ha! That's a turning point that is, a crossing of a threshold, an inversion, a transposition, a collapse, a small moment in the history of civilisation. Put that last word in quotes.

Here is an interesting article.

The mind projection fallacy

a deep, confusing, and extraordinarily common mistake which E. T. Jaynes named the mind projection fallacy. [...] Jaynes, a theorist of Bayesian probability, coined "mind projection fallacy" to refer to the error of confusing states of knowledge with properties of objects. For example, the phrase mysterious phenomenon implies that mysteriousness is a property of the phenomenon itself. If I am ignorant about a phenomenon, then this is a fact about my state of mind, not a fact about the phenomenon

From Artificial Intelligence as a Positive and Negative Factor in Global Risk by Eliezer Yudkowsky, which is long and very good.

Moon, from my bedroom window.

t-e-r-m-i-nal

This was spectcular. The sun is so low and perfectly aligned it reflects off the concrete floor and makes these shadows, so very long. Look, half a bike wheel is about 12 feet. For a similar effect (in theory), visit at about 21:37 on the 17th of July. (Go in 2005 to make sure.)

Some of my faults

1. I sometimes expect other people to read my mind for me

2.

Just some photos -


These are two cool dudes we met at the Oktoberfest.


This is me, this was a nice day.

So this afternoon I sat my M208 exam. Something that occured to me afterwards was how all sorts of images and memories had popped up to accompany the process of doing the paper, corresponding with where and when I studied that particular topic (in the garden, on the train, in a pub garden, in the car by a canal, in rich and lisa's kitchen). So overall like a little tour of the last 8 months compressed into 3 hours, with maths. It went pretty well, I think.

Then we went to a pub which sold strawberry beer but had sold out so we had strawberry juice instead.

Anthony and Cleopatra - what's that all about then?

Today I've become obsessed with the soundtrack to the utterly fantastic film Pirates of The Carribean: Dead Man's Chest (look not upon the celebrities, look not upon the hype, but upon.. it). The soundtrack is so full on (pow, zap, happy) and so wrong (pow, zap, happy), its just wonderful. In fact it may even be as good as the Back to the Future theme.

The score to POTC:DMC is by Hans Zimmer. I have a theory that all Hans Zimmer soundtracks are essentially the same. As an example, I have put together a brief audio montage of sections from Gladiator and Pirates 2. It goes Gladiator-Pirates-Gladiator-Pirates . (Or does it? Can you spot the join?...)

1 | 2 | 3

MOO                  Oh, how boring it must
/                    be to be a cow.
(__)      (__)                 \                   (__)
(oo)      (oo)                  _______            (oo)
/-------\/        \/-------\          //  ||\ \            \/-------
/ |     ||          ||     | \   _____//___||_\ \___         ||     | * 
||----||          ||----||  *  )  _          _    \        ||----||  *
^^    ^^          ^^    ^^     |_/ \________/ \___|        ^^    ^^
______________________________________\_/________\_/__________________________

ASCII-art cows here!

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And now for some traditional plink de plonk fayre.
1.
2. (everything in its wrong place)

A waterloo station roof moment.

On an aeroplane, on the runway at Salzburg at night. Near the back in an aisle seat. Sitting with strangers, companions spread around the plane. Not much leg room, but cool, not stuffy. Following a busy, fun 2 days. Looking forward to getting home. Tired but awake. Listening to music: Ben Folds, Still Fighting It. Properly listening. In a little world. An announcement is made, then the main cabin lights go off and it is wonderfully dark.

All down the rows little arms with little hands on reach up to switch on their little personal beams of light overhead, to light up pages to read. Through something in that moment I felt a bond with all those people reaching for light, bare arms illuminated, half in shadow. We were the same.

I sat there freshly unburdened, and looked to my left at the window. Coloured lights appeared, slid past, getting faster, and then as the full accelleration of the plane kicked in the music in my ears entered a slow building crescendo. Just as the nose of the plane lifts up and the runway falls away, the big drum break hits and I smile at the cheesily perfect movie soundrack synchronicity, and the feeling that plane seems to be floating up on the music, and anything seems possible.