S'been a while. Where are you bloggers?
So, as I told David my morning consisted of quite possibly the most painful sneeze of my life alongisde some chemistry revision.
Aaand, psh I dunno.
There was English, and the new Sitcom soon to be sweeping the nation: 'Why I Hate Your Mother' starring: Mr Blanket, Fat Foot Duck and Sad Blob.
There was Chemistry and a bullshit practical exam thingy, which technically featured no practical element.
Silly college.
Wish I had more motivation.
Tbh, I spent the majority of my 'chemistry revision' staring at one of my paintings trying to figure out what it was lacking / what needed changing / what wasn't working.
And without fail whenever I'm trying to sleep or walking to college or having a bath or quite often when I'm at work I'm thinking about (seems pretentious and a little premature to call it a novel, but... psh, it's what I'm aiming for...) my 'novel'.
It's just, kinda pointless. I'm working so I can go to Uni so I can study a science, but I'm only really properly interested in the creative arts.
Not that I don't enjoy Genetics, but... y'know. It's not really the same.
Je ne sais pas.
Cannae wait for Uni though. =D
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Ba Da Da Da Da Tuesday
So, new rule. No gatherings at mine any more.
Shame.
Mother's not impressed.
So sleepy. And have to go to the dentist soon.
See you on the flip side.
Shame.
Mother's not impressed.
So sleepy. And have to go to the dentist soon.
See you on the flip side.
Thursday, 1 April 2010
just passed the 69 blogs mark
I feel I know you all so much better now.
Tom, I'm with the more humans argument, more robots would mean cold and steely hugs.
So in reccent weeks I have become very troubled indeed over what to write in my blogs. No matter how I try to dress it up, my blogs are 99% recalling the weeks events and as much as I would love to rant about how pleased I am to see the back of this term, it makes for pretty poor reading. So whilst walking around chippenham with endless bundles of leaflets under my arm today I thought, what am I supposed to blog about this week? Life. No, that's boring. I know! Death!
So here it is:
Joshua Lunn's guide to DEATH.
The word 'death' is tossed about a lot. For instance: death metal is a genre of music in which everything there was to like about metal died horribly screaming into a microphone; the woman who stumbled on me at work the other night drunk and offered me her fertility could be said to look like death.
However, the Merriam-Webster's Science Dictionary describes death as:
Tom, I'm with the more humans argument, more robots would mean cold and steely hugs.
So in reccent weeks I have become very troubled indeed over what to write in my blogs. No matter how I try to dress it up, my blogs are 99% recalling the weeks events and as much as I would love to rant about how pleased I am to see the back of this term, it makes for pretty poor reading. So whilst walking around chippenham with endless bundles of leaflets under my arm today I thought, what am I supposed to blog about this week? Life. No, that's boring. I know! Death!
So here it is:
Joshua Lunn's guide to DEATH.
The word 'death' is tossed about a lot. For instance: death metal is a genre of music in which everything there was to like about metal died horribly screaming into a microphone; the woman who stumbled on me at work the other night drunk and offered me her fertility could be said to look like death.
However, the Merriam-Webster's Science Dictionary describes death as:
"The irreversible cessation of all vital functions especially as indicated by permanent stoppage of the heart, respiration, and brain activity : the end of life"
Causes of death can be categorised simply into natural and unnatural. Natural causes of death may include age and/or cancer (among other things like I dunno, colds and stuff). Unnatural deaths may be caused by a train or bullet or poison or something else equally crazy. In the event of unnatural causes, people usually want somebody to blame for the death unless it was an accident made by the victim of said death, in which case what you gonna do?
Death has been personified in many cultures in many different ways. Contrary to popular belief, the grim reaper was not invented by the film 'scream' but instead comes from 'grimmir' - a name for Odin, the germanic folklore guise of death. Bloody Germans. In ancient Greece death was considered inevitable, and therefore he is not represented as purely evil, even as an bearded angel (if you like you can go to the temple of artemis to see Thanatos, the counterpart of death - which by the way I have), the Greeks showed death as male and life as female which is pretty sexist but whatever. What is interesting is the huge contrasts between attitudes toward death, for example Celtic folklore describes death as a skeleton with a scythe and carriage whilst Slavik folklore sees it as a woman in a white robe who puts humans to everlastng sleep with a touch of her green sprout (...yeh)
Which leads us nicely onto life after death. philosophy is a tricky and touchy subject, often a statement as simple as the quote from Merriam-Webster: 'death is the end of life' can be disputed. So I will put it like this: nobody can tell you what life is like after death. Sometimes the idea of nothing after death can be just as unfathomable as the concept of an afterlife and even under the afterlife umberella there are masses of religions and faiths trying to get the best spot to avoid the fire and brimstone raining from on high. Chrisitans will tell you you can avoid the void of godlessness by simply asking for forgiveness; Hinduism claims to a reincarnation process determined by Karma; Buddhism will argue that in order to get off this endless cycle of reincarnation one must free themselves from desire. My point is this: in all honesty, does it really matter? For now, this life is more important. Does that mean men are less important than women? The greeks have been wrong before.
I don't even know why I'm doing this
Next week I'm gonna be talking about rocks.
Bye
Causes of death can be categorised simply into natural and unnatural. Natural causes of death may include age and/or cancer (among other things like I dunno, colds and stuff). Unnatural deaths may be caused by a train or bullet or poison or something else equally crazy. In the event of unnatural causes, people usually want somebody to blame for the death unless it was an accident made by the victim of said death, in which case what you gonna do?
Death has been personified in many cultures in many different ways. Contrary to popular belief, the grim reaper was not invented by the film 'scream' but instead comes from 'grimmir' - a name for Odin, the germanic folklore guise of death. Bloody Germans. In ancient Greece death was considered inevitable, and therefore he is not represented as purely evil, even as an bearded angel (if you like you can go to the temple of artemis to see Thanatos, the counterpart of death - which by the way I have), the Greeks showed death as male and life as female which is pretty sexist but whatever. What is interesting is the huge contrasts between attitudes toward death, for example Celtic folklore describes death as a skeleton with a scythe and carriage whilst Slavik folklore sees it as a woman in a white robe who puts humans to everlastng sleep with a touch of her green sprout (...yeh)
Which leads us nicely onto life after death. philosophy is a tricky and touchy subject, often a statement as simple as the quote from Merriam-Webster: 'death is the end of life' can be disputed. So I will put it like this: nobody can tell you what life is like after death. Sometimes the idea of nothing after death can be just as unfathomable as the concept of an afterlife and even under the afterlife umberella there are masses of religions and faiths trying to get the best spot to avoid the fire and brimstone raining from on high. Chrisitans will tell you you can avoid the void of godlessness by simply asking for forgiveness; Hinduism claims to a reincarnation process determined by Karma; Buddhism will argue that in order to get off this endless cycle of reincarnation one must free themselves from desire. My point is this: in all honesty, does it really matter? For now, this life is more important. Does that mean men are less important than women? The greeks have been wrong before.
I don't even know why I'm doing this
Next week I'm gonna be talking about rocks.
Bye
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