23 January 2012

Monday Thought

Going to the gym is always an exercise in humility for me. Why? Because:

1) Being worked into a sweaty, breathless pulp by a machine that neither recognises or responds to sarcasm or insults, always ends the same way - me, skulking away from the treadmill, with my head hung low in a Bill Bixby homage, as the Incredible Hulk's 'Lonely Man' plays proudly over the tannoy,


2) My local gym is where those who lost their homes during last summers riots had to reside for a period of time. A gym that is usually busy with badminton enthusiasts, played home to distraught families, while the nation listened to the pedantic and trifling response of many a politician.

- I write in order to avoid talking, for you see as a human, I suck at talking.

Location:Post workout.

17 January 2012

Parliament Square

Parliament Square is now almost protestor-free. No longer will it be filled with vocal members of the public as it is illegal to use amplified equipment or pitch tents on this turf. Instead, it will be become politically inane, an island whose inhabitants and intentions lie dormant in history books and press clippings.

One of the things I admired about the placards and statements of change that decorated Parliament Square, was that politicians, the public and tourists alike could not ignore it, on their way to the Commons, in and out of meetings, they would have to glance at the disgruntled dissenter who chose to go beyond the walls of web-domains and bring their grievances into the physical world.

A part of me believes that a moments’ glance of the late and unshakeable Brian Haw - an occupier who without question, inspired and motivated the current wave of occupiers - would claw into the minds of politicians and slowly trickle through to their conscience and over time slowly erode their political ambitions, an internal struggle that might shift their perspective and allegiance.

But to have that catalyst removed is to make their days and their decisions easier, and it doesn’t end there. Eventually, the plan is to have all demonstrations removed from Central London, leaving politicians to make decisions and frolic in a world where their immediate landscape is void of public opposition. Nice.


- I write in order to avoid talking, for you see as a human, I suck at talking.

Location:Dystopia

12 January 2012

Three things I've learned this week.

1) Gorging on anything will result in desensitization. Whether its an excess of information, material wealth or lightly salted Kettle Chips, a person will soon become numb to the rapturous euphoria they chase.

2) Attaching your pride to external events will almost always result in pain. I've recently rekindled my mind with the premise that external events are neither good or bad, that those terms only surface once my pride has been successfully attached and subsequently stroked or quashed by said events. It's a strange phenomena pride, yet without fully appreciating its fragility, we pin it to a wealth of uncontrollable chaotic affairs and pray they decorate it with stars not skidmarks.

3) Time heals nothing. It distracts, it entertains but it doesn't heal. Truthfully, I think time, as we humans perceive it, is part of a system of constructs we employ to validate and add a dimension of meaning to the little time we spend on this earth. But that's another blog post entirely.



- I write in order to avoid talking, for you see as a human, I suck at talking.