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Corporate Immunity

Check this . This guy is making a poignant statement about what we think of when we hear the word “crime”. I pity the murder victims family, of course, and feel that it is unjust to drag them into the spot light over the presentation of what is a political statement. This guy (“Andrew McCrae”) has made sure that the issue will get discussed by the wider community. Does that mean that the awful death of this poor policeman and the suffering of his family may result in something positive as a result in the long term?

It seems frivolous to mention this now, but are the rumours about Posh and Becks breaking up true?

Maida Vale, London, Friday, November 29th, 2002

Keep Left

Went to see Michael Moore the other night. A great show, part stand-up comedy, part rant, part game show. He also got extremely pissed about particular attitudes within the crowd (I think that’s what it was about).

National Novel Writing month (NaNoWriMo) is coming to a close, and I’m hoping to get to my 50,000 word quota finished tomorrow. It is really a sketch of a novel, which needs the details and definition added later. It continues to develop as I write. Sci-Fi has few limits in terms of the setting of a story or the toys that characters can play with. The latest is a super mega-mega yacht. Yeh yeh!

Maida Vale, London, Thursday, November 28th, 2002

More from the Hagakure

There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man’s whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue. Live being true to the single purpose of the moment .

Everyone lets the present moment slip by, then looks for it as though he thought it were somewhere else. No one seems to have noticed this fact. But grasping this firmly, one must pile experience upon experience. And once one has come to this understanding he will be a different person from that point on, though he may not always bear it in mind.

Maida Vale, London, Wednesday, November 20th, 2002

Tuesday, 11:20am

The winter is coming to London. The trees are starting to look as though they are dead. It is cold. It is also raining. And someone has a washing machine on their balcony. If it is old and waiting to be thrown away/recycled that may not seem so strange. Except that this one is plugged in. It is actually half way through a cycle at the moment. I can see the clothes going around in it. I can’t believe that it is sitting out in the rain, plugged in, and actually washing clothes.

Maida Vale, London, Tuesday, November 12th, 2002

Faking It

We’re sitting in the flat watching a program called “Faking It”. The concept is to get a plebe and then a group of coaches teach them a lifestyle. They have four weeks to pass themselves off to a group of experts. The point of this episode is to get a London pen pusher and turn him into a surfer. In four weeks. They are saying the word ‘fuck’ a lot. This guy – the subject of the program, keeps saying “My groin is on fire”. Party on dude.
21:39 – He can stand up. He has two weeks left.

21:40 – “My ribs are fucked”

21:42 – Shopping for surf clothes, sun beds, and getting a haircut.

21:43 – With the image taken care of he looks the part. He is having trouble sleeping. His ribs again.

21:45 – The surfer dudes are taking the piss because his ribs are sore. They have called him a mummy’s boy. Ouch.

21:46 – The guy is majorly wussing out. He says he is not quitting though. The dudes don’t buy it. They say he has no commitment.

21:48 – He takes the weekend off. He has a week left.

21:50 – He has a good surf. Everyone’s moral is up.

21:51 – They give him a custom made surf board.

21:52 – They play uplifting and happy music. He still rides like shit.

21:58 – The day of the competition.

22:02 – The competitions starts and our man is not going too well. “He is lounging there”. The coaches are pissed.

22:04 – They play mournful opera. This sucks. Normally these people can fake it.

22:04 – Slow-mo balls up. He is crap. The judges announce the winner.

22:05 – The judges all guess that it he has faked it. It is the first time that I have seen someone not pass their challenge.

22:07 – Debriefing. They are all happy that even though he failed, he has made some new friends and is now a keen surfer. Stoked.

Maida Vale, London, Wednesday, November 6th, 2002

From the Hakagure

There is nothing so painful as regret. We would all like to be without it. However, when we are very happy and become elated, or when we habitually jump into something thoughtlessly, later we are distraught, and it is for the most part because we did not think ahead and are now regretful. Certainly we should try not to become dejected, and when very happy should calm our minds.

Maida Vale, London, Tuesday, November 5th, 2002

It’s Easy Being Green

Unless you use Opera. Then some funny things happen with the style sheets. So a tip – use your Mozilla browser until I can sort out the Opera glitches. Anyhoo. It definately looks better in Mozilla than IE5.

I have still only written 2000 words of my novel , and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it’s all about.

My brother posted this tirade about mobile phones on his most excellent site. I *HATE* novelity ring tones. They are for retards.

Maida Vale, London, Monday, November 4th, 2002

Novel Writing

Last month I mentioned that I was taking part in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). It has started and I have laid down the first 2000 words of a master work. It took me 4 hours to write 2000 words and that is cause for alarm. Still, it’s a start and I’m sure that as I get into the swing of things it will become a lot easier.

Also, the new interface for the website is looking good and hopefully I will be able to upload it quite soon.

Maida Vale, London, Friday, November 1st, 2002


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