This time of year is always weird for me; it is the time of year I look forward to the most but when it is here, it's all downhill as the nights are drawing in! It'll be winter soon!
Everything lately seems to be going at a million miles an hour. New job, progress with my PhD amongst other things. I seem a bit more settled being who I am now, a couple of months back things were all over the place; off work, uni work going slow, women, all the important things. It seems to have ironed itself out now, but it took its time. Gone are the Sunday morning bouts of philosophy wondering "what it's all about", and in its place are notions to get up off my arse and do something. I feel rejuvinated after my visit to T in the Park, wanting for a few moments to start a band...it seems like a cool thing to do, just got to learn to play instruments as I think I could manage the lyrics bit!
Work's sweet as well, i'm getting paid to be creative, go away to remote places and read books and journals. My labwork is complete and I can crack on with writing up my thesis. I'm plodding along looking to the weekend when I can waste time with those people who I enjoy being out with. I'm sure there's something else that could complete things, but for the moment i'm content!
Monday 23 July 2007
Monday 4 June 2007
You can always find a title in a music lyric!
As I plough through my imagination thinking of a title for this blog, I realise there are too many to choose from. I thought of plundering Gwen Stefani's opening lyric to "What you Waiting For" (What an amazing time/what a family/how did the years go by) however the use of the word family might be wrongly attributed to my own family when I mean it to represent the wider collective of people around me.
The people around you are the ones who make your life tick, from the listening ear in the office to the sambuca buyer at the bar, each overlapping in their use and purpose. There are more but that would make the analogy complicated, but the integrated nature of lifestyles make things seem insignificant if they are on their own. (Keep with me kids, this is going somewhere). What would be the point of a hedonistic Friday night if you couldn't talk about it on the Monday morning with the wider collective? Why have stories to share and keep them to yourself? I say get out there and make some memories, and share them before they fade into the insignificance.
I say share your favourite moments with those around you as yesterday, the best tea-maker and storyteller Bannockburn (and I suppose Edinburgh) had to offer passed away. For years, he would entertain not just myself but those around him with stories during his time in the Royal Signals and Tettitorial Army, his time as Santa, and tales of BB camps and people he met. His knowledge was phenomenal and he didn't just talk, he listened to the stories you had to tell as well. I can say that a big gap will be left by someone who enriched the lives of everyone who was in contact with him, needless to say someone who can understand my somewhat unusual tea demand of no milk and one sugar!
Harry Lanham, may the big man in the sky have the kettle on and be prepared to hear some belters! You will be sorely missed.
The people around you are the ones who make your life tick, from the listening ear in the office to the sambuca buyer at the bar, each overlapping in their use and purpose. There are more but that would make the analogy complicated, but the integrated nature of lifestyles make things seem insignificant if they are on their own. (Keep with me kids, this is going somewhere). What would be the point of a hedonistic Friday night if you couldn't talk about it on the Monday morning with the wider collective? Why have stories to share and keep them to yourself? I say get out there and make some memories, and share them before they fade into the insignificance.
I say share your favourite moments with those around you as yesterday, the best tea-maker and storyteller Bannockburn (and I suppose Edinburgh) had to offer passed away. For years, he would entertain not just myself but those around him with stories during his time in the Royal Signals and Tettitorial Army, his time as Santa, and tales of BB camps and people he met. His knowledge was phenomenal and he didn't just talk, he listened to the stories you had to tell as well. I can say that a big gap will be left by someone who enriched the lives of everyone who was in contact with him, needless to say someone who can understand my somewhat unusual tea demand of no milk and one sugar!
Harry Lanham, may the big man in the sky have the kettle on and be prepared to hear some belters! You will be sorely missed.
Sunday 27 May 2007
Deep Thoughts for Starters
Conversations amongst friends recently have encompassed a mass of topics, primarily centred around how funny things are. So much is funny and true that it would only be fair to share some of this material and my own thoughts on things with the wider world, and also to look over my own thoughts which will become dilute over time in my ever ageing brain cramming work-orientated nonsense.
Here's a thought, the phrase 'everything happens for a reason'. Of course it does. Things happen, good or bad, and we find ourselves seeking explanation as to why it did, and over time the hunt for explanation increases and stuff you wouldn't have accepted initially seem like a half decent explanation. Personally, things don't happen for a reason, they just happen, and maybe we should think of the situation as to trying to fathom out what the benefits will be in the future.
Deep philosophy and hard thought, that has been on the menu for the past two Fridays during lunch with the six foot sheep, so the previous paragraph may seem meaningful to a hangover ridden self but not to any random punter who stumbles across it (or gets a tip-off)!
So, instead of trying to think why I ended up in certain establishments last night and what benefit it will bring, I will be reminding myself that it happened and i'll embrace the fact it was surprisingly fun. Shit doesn't happen for a reason, it just happens.
Man, thats a load of shite!
RIP Marty and Leeanne, may there be a Cathouse in the sky!
Here's a thought, the phrase 'everything happens for a reason'. Of course it does. Things happen, good or bad, and we find ourselves seeking explanation as to why it did, and over time the hunt for explanation increases and stuff you wouldn't have accepted initially seem like a half decent explanation. Personally, things don't happen for a reason, they just happen, and maybe we should think of the situation as to trying to fathom out what the benefits will be in the future.
Deep philosophy and hard thought, that has been on the menu for the past two Fridays during lunch with the six foot sheep, so the previous paragraph may seem meaningful to a hangover ridden self but not to any random punter who stumbles across it (or gets a tip-off)!
So, instead of trying to think why I ended up in certain establishments last night and what benefit it will bring, I will be reminding myself that it happened and i'll embrace the fact it was surprisingly fun. Shit doesn't happen for a reason, it just happens.
Man, thats a load of shite!
RIP Marty and Leeanne, may there be a Cathouse in the sky!
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