"There are many things out there to show us that now, right now, is time to love."

- Stevie Wonder

Too all and sundry I proclaim that tonight was a grand night. The image of the courtyard after the performance had me next to tears, I am not ashamed to say. I know I played no part, I know that had I not been there everything would be the same as it was. But that I witnessed such an event makes me realise just how much love there is in the world, how simply it is spread, and how much I love you.

Here is a song. Enjoy.

Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up making offers for my life
But I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing
I don't wanna go to where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes

We're a garage band
We come from garageland

There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players! But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag
Back in the garage
All night

A seven day absence has been in order so that I may complete some gastronomical tests. The results of which are below:
1 - Frozen Supermarket Burgers, especially those with bacon, are not good for you at all, especially when washed down with frozen chicken nuggets and dim sims. Your intestines will hate you, and you will die.
2 - While Frozen Supermarket Burgers are cheap, McDonalds, it turns out, is cheaper.
3 - This does not make McDonalds good.
4 - Splitting 2 Big Macs, 2 cheeseburgers, 4 lots of fries, mcnuggets and chips between you and a friend, while being good value, will not only make your intestines hate you, but your stomach will go on strike. Be thankful if your liver doesn't up and leave and your kidneys don't rupture.
5 - All this will make your girlfriend sick.
6 - The fact she doesn't leave means something special.
7 - This is not an excuse to eat more McDonalds, tempting though it is.
8 - Jesus, Buddha, Moses, and Mohammed all hate McDonalds.
9 - It still beats health food.....



.... sometimes.

:p

Cheers to Alex for this.

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is." -Charles Bukowski

So fight the good fight guys :)

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Happy posting!

From Subtle Being..

"On a scale of 1 to 7, where 1 means "not at all satisfied with my life" and 7 means "completely satisfied," the people on Forbes magazine's list of the 400 richest Americans average 5.8—the same as the Inuit people in Greenland and the cattle-herding Masai of Kenya, who live in dung huts with no electricity or running water. Calcutta's slum dwellers score only a little lower, at 4.6.

Psychologists Ed Diener and Martin E.P. Seligman analyzed more than 150 studies on wealth and happiness and found that "economic indicators have glaring shortcomings" when it comes to determining how happy people are. They report that, in many countries, "although economic output has risen steeply over the past decades, there has been no rise in life satisfaction…and there has been a substantial increase in depression and distrust…Economic success falls short as a measure of well-being, in part because materialism can negatively influence well-being, and also because it is possible to be happy without living a life of luxury."

Also, people who say they're happy usually go on, years later, to earn higher incomes than people who say they're not. We would think that being discontent would inspire people to succeed, but the opposite seems to be true."

110+ things I can't do at work

Very funny for any of us who have every worked in a call centre and probably most of those who haven't.

110+ things i can't do at work, and other observations.

After careful thought I decided not to hermatise myself and document how long I could stay in this house. Its a plainly stupid idea. Not like a website dedicated to watching grass grow or watching paint dry. Nope, nothing as bad as that.

It occurs to me that not enough people are willing to approach reality differently. Doing something that one would not normally do is quite liberating, otherwise whats the point of a nude beach apart from fans of Lady Godiva? So do something different. Go nuts. I can't tell you what because its all in the mind as to what's crazy and zainy and what's not. All I ask for those who do this is to at some point say a quiet pray of peace to your preffered deity. Peace = love = understanding. What more do we need?

I am a Lion... In Zion!

"The Nightingale"

O Nightingale! Thou surely art
A creature of a 'fiery heart' :-
These notes of thine - they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried amoung trees,
Yet to be come-at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed - and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song - the song for me!

- William Wordsworth

There's something to be said by having the double doors opened onto the bush, smelling that sweet smell of flowers and heat, Bob Marley booming out into the dry forest. Spring is here!