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|Tuesday, October 10th, 2006|
Every once in a while something comes on the news which pisses me off so much I can't help but rant about it. At these times it's best if I'm in Bristol, because then coraling Gut or George into political discussion is easy. Unfortunately I live in London now. This time I'm pissed off by the American murder of Terry Lloyd, the ITN reporter whose team were bombed to all hell just after the start of the Iraq invasion. They were killed by a bunch of dumbass Americans who were told to bomb the shit out of anything that moved, as their clearly marked convoy moved across the desert. Clearly marked. Like, civilian vehicles with 'PRESS' written on them in large letters. It is now the opinion of senior lawyers and officials in this country that the US attack was a war crime; want to bet it will go to the International Criminal Court? My ass it will. America isn't a party to the treaty that govens the court (http://www.asil.org/insights/insigh87.htm
), so US soldiers can shoot whoever the hell they like and no one can do a damn thing.
Now they have released videos of the immediate aftermath, on which you can hear the soldiers saying 'those are media vehicles. We should have taken a longer lens of them' (i.e. we should have spent longer identifying targets). However, the US Govt has (according to forensics) edited the videos to hide the actual moment when they blew the vehicle up, in a pathetic attempt to hide their guilt. (http://news.bbc.co.uk/nolavconsole/ukfs_news/hi/newsid_6030000/newsid_6038600/bb_rm_6038636.stm
Added to this, it is alleged by ITN that the british Govt knew about the event at the time, but refused to release any details of the incident, presumably because they didn't want to negatively affect the PR of their war of aggression.
And most Americans probably think it serves ITN right for having independent reporters and not using US military censored 'embedded' reporters, who are nothing but a tool for military propoganda.
The last time I was this mad was when three detainees at Guantanamo Bay committed suicide and the US described it as an act of "asymmetric warfare waged against us" (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/5068606.stm
). An act of what?
Add to this Abu Ghraib (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/5041946.stm
), the massacre at Haditha (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/5030960.stm
), the new Bacos thing (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/5415216.stm
) and the utter and total corruption of the Bremmer-led "Coalition Provisional Authority" (which actually involved suitcases full of money and palaces full of whores and drugs) (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/4098729.stm
audio file on the right hand side is especially 'good') and you would have to be a total retard to think that the US (or Britain: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/5385610.stm
) gives a damn about Iraq or Iraqis, or about Terry Llyod or any other journalists interested in the truth.
What. The. Fuck.
Pinter is right; sometimes the world of politics is even more absurd than his plays. (http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2005/pinter-lecture-e.html
) Current Mood: angry
|Saturday, September 16th, 2006|
I have sold the sharan, AStra still up for grabs!
|Monday, August 14th, 2006|
You deserve a good kick up the As...tra
Yes! I have ANOTHER car for sale. Well, actually, it's a van, not a car. But it is a nice van:
Vauxhal Astra Van
Dual Fuel (i.e. petrol and LPG) so v. cheap to run
bodysowrk and interior in v. good condition
12mths MOT, 6mths tx
In shiny navy blue
I have never heard of anyone successfuly selling a car via LiveJournal, but I'm willing to be first. All I need now...is a buyer....come on!!!!!!!!!!! Current Mood: Enthusiastic
|Wednesday, August 9th, 2006|
Newsflash: VW names car after Essex Girl
Yes! The opportunity that you have all been waiting for. I have, for sale, a rather good motor:
VW Sharan (Seven seater)
Full Service History,
All for a mere £2,500 (or nearest offer)
If you know of anyone who is intereseted, or might even possibly have a vague need for a reliable, well-equipped, good-value 7seater then let me know!
|Monday, July 31st, 2006|
Well I haven't stuck anyhitng here for a while, more out of sheer laziness than anything else...
|Thursday, July 13th, 2006|
i thought i'd say hello kids
and thanks for inviting me to your party
|Monday, July 3rd, 2006|
Where is everyone?
Do people not post here anymore? >___<"
I hope everyone is having a good summer. I am bored out of my mind already, and I have only been home 3 days. *sigh* Current Mood: bored
|Friday, May 19th, 2006|
90% of degree finished!
I had the single most important exam of my life this morning. My only 100% final, thus representing, with weighting, 10% of my entire 3 years at Durham. Yes. 0.3 years compressed into 2 1/4 hours. With any luck it went alright else I am screwed...
Decided to take the eve off and found that I was the only person in the entire college (among my immediate friends) who'd made the same decision, so ratther a quiet eve. Roll on hedonism! (12 days to go....woohhoo and eek at the same time.
How's everyone else doing? Current Mood: tired
|Thursday, May 18th, 2006|
Random update and then a rant about hipping and hopping
Well, I thought I'd take another break away from procrastinating over my impending exam crisis to update LJ... In news, Phoebe has a tamagotchi called TAMOO, who has evolved into a leaftchi, which is very damn cute (and distracting). In other news...well, there is no other news. Exams are in 11 days and I have barely started revising, but never mind hey ho. My plan for Classics is to read my supervisors books for all the Platonic dialogues I have to read, and t to try to copy as much out from memory in the exam as possible. My plan for ethics is basically to blad it, and for Wittgenstein to wow them with some random German words peppered here and there; examples include "Sprachspiel" (language-game) "Sachverhalt" (atomic fact) and "Bedeutung" (meaning).
Oh yeah anyone who is looking for some nice indie hip hop to keep them occupied should check out the following online tracks and videos:http://www.definitivejux.net/av/
def jux are a record label out of new yawk, with some serious skills. Of notable note are (in no following order): Ace Rock, Cannibal Ox, C Razy Walz, Calm Pete, RJD2, Murs, ah hell, its all sweet. Oh yeah and if you like this stuff check out the indiefeed hiphop podcast on:http://blindingflashes.blogs.com/indie_feed/featured_artist/index.html
Their only fault is that they do not have enough UK stuff (understandably) - the likes of Doc Brown, Jehst, Sway etc. are all missing, but if anyone is interested in that kind of stuff, I can always hook you up...
Mike Current Mood: stressed
|Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006|
Well, I have an essay due tomorrow and classics revision essays for friday (and my classics is really really terrible.) to add to the fun, i bought phoebe a candle holder for our 27th month anniversary last night, which was nice, until some paint flecked off the wall turning the holder into a fireball which started to light the wall. I grabbed it, which turned my hand into a fireball and dropped it, which turned my bag into a mini-fireball. I stamped out the fire on the bag, breaking the present, then stamped my hand on my leg, putting it out but whacking myself in the balls in the process. 40 minutes of hand under running water and it became apparent this would need a doctor. so, off to the hospital for an hour of sucking on laughing gas (which was fun but damn weird. people's speaking sounded like a skipping record. were i a doctor i would be on the gas all the time!). now i have a blister about 2inches in diameter on the palm of my left hand, and am a day behind in my revision and got no sleep last night. on the plus side i finally have a story for musketears journal!
phoebe was a great help, taking me to the hospital etc. unfortunately, and despite saying thank you very frequently, she now feels i dont appreciate her and only think about myself.
cue her dumping me for about the 10th time (im getting used to it now)
anyways, i talked her out of that, but not before she had shouted at me a hell of a lot.
now my hand hurts again and I don't want to revise: I just want to go home and die.
sodding hell. Current Mood: burned
|Saturday, April 29th, 2006|
Word up, I have handed in a 3,000 word Geography essay on the reconnection of East and West Berlin, plus a 2,500 word economics essay on the realtion of Lakatos, Kuhn and Popper to the history of economic thought. See GPWesq for more
|Friday, March 17th, 2006|
word up guys. I've just finished my coursework and handed it in so I thought i'd venture a post. Though people seem to use facebook more than this now...
anyway, im back to Bristol in a week, let me know if you are around and we can all meet up. I've discovered this absolutely amazing cartoon called Bleach (Jap Anime) - not to everyone's tastes, but i reckon at least Gut will like it :)
I hope you are all still alive...
|Sunday, February 26th, 2006|
King's College London have officially offered me a place...hehe. suckers.
Now I have to fill in an AHRC form to beg for £45,000
My parents are moving to Singapore in September, so if I don't get it I'm homeless
Phoebe will be in Cardiff as of September
I have to do my coursework, but I don't understand it.
Yesterday my neigbour's room burned down because he went out and left incense and candles lit on a table with a £2000 computer, and large amounts of paraffin and meths under the table.
Anyone else got any news? Would be nice to hear!!
|Monday, January 30th, 2006|
Well I haven't exactly been HERE in a while have I? =long ramblings....
Well I feel like writing in this because it is midnight and I am both awake and sober, which is acceptable, but less fun than awake and under the influence, or even asleep after the pub; the dreams can be SERIOUSLY cool...but I digress. Anyway, this weeknd has gone very quickly, time flying, fun and all that.
I went to Machester this Friday with DUCK (Durham University Charity Kommitte, AKA Rag pretty much everywhere else). They organise regular 'Duck Raids' to major cities (usually Edinburgh, it seems) where people put on daft costumes and exhort passers by into giving them donations (for a specified charity). While I am a firm believer in giving to charity on an entirely voluntary basis, the bottom line remains that Duck raids are fun and it was with this in mind that I set off on a bus with 38 other people from college to Manchester.
I was dressed in a vague Mexican/cowboy outfit in central Manchester on Saturday morning and by the afternoon had wound up in a square full of metallers, goths and the like, who unlike the $%^&&^&*% *(& pikeys in the high street were by and large extremely nice and wanted to help out.
Events took a bizarre turn when I got talking to a mixed bunch of amiable 14/15 year old metallers, one of whom was trying to get a double ear-piercing known as a 'Scaffold Bar' but being only 15 had to get parental consent at the piercing shop. Consequentially there was a general move within the group to find someone willing to impersonate her father.....and lie about her age......So I agreed if they gave me some money for charity.
Initially, I was unsure about the ethics of such an operation, but they were genuinely really nice kids. Subsequently I wound up in a small (and extremely cool/alternative) shopping centre, at a piercing shop, asking "How much would it cost for 'my daughter Lisa' to have a Scaffold Bar put in?". I had to hold her hand while she had it done! Having never witnessed anyone getting pierced first-hand before, the whole process was very clinical but seemed to hurt like hell.
Meanwhile, her friends took my charity bucket and helpfully managed to get a few £££s of donations from people in the shopping centre.
I left the kids at the door to the shopping centre, proud to have done my bit for teenage rebellion and with Wateraid about £10 better off.
Complicity with conspiracies is fun when you're unlikely to get caught. Just ask Guy Fawkes.
Am considering plans for the summer, depending whether or not I find a gigantic pot of money sometime soon. The other day my wealthy friend Katherine mentioned matter-of-factly that Daddy is going to give her £5,000 cash when she graduates and she is not sure how best to use the money. If she is unsure she can send it to me. I cannot get over the sheer bloody lunacy of the fucking Student Loans Company, who have figured that, what we need more than ANYTHING else in the world is a £3-400 reduction in the final installment of our loan. Tossers. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Actually I could try asking them for more, you never know......
But yeah, plans. Any ideas let me know. I looked into sailing in the Mediterranean, chartering a yacht, the other day. I could probably talk them into letting me take the wheel of the thing but again the almighty quid comes crashing in to spoil the party. Oh! To be part of the idle rich, but hopefully being less of a nob than say Prince Harry or Euan Blair.
Back in Durham and it is so cold here that even the ice is more solid than solid and has entered a fifth state of ultrasolid matter. Bluerrugh. I'm goign to bed. 'night everyone!
-G W Current Mood: An amalgam of emotions
|Thursday, January 19th, 2006|
A brief look at my academic life
Typical conversation between me and my Director of Studies:
[DoS] "All your supervisors say the same thing: smart guy, just not on top of his shit"
[Me]: Um. Yeah.
[DoS]: "Get your shit together. How many essays have you done for [insert supervisor's name here]?"
[Me] Um. Enough. I'm doing all those ones I missed next term.
[DoS]: "You're applying for an Mphil here right? Who the hell is going to write your references? If I do it, I have to mention your grades, and we don't really want to highlight those, do we?"
[Me] No, not really.
[DoS] "Even if we get you a place there is no chance in hell that you will get funding, you realise that right?"
[Me] Um. Yeah.
[DoS] "I mean, still apply for funding. But I'm being a realist here. There is no chance in hell you will get it."
[Me] OK. Thanks.
Just taking a break from reading FP (Frank Plumpton in case you care) Ramsey's review of the Tractatus to post my third consecutive blog to the community and revel in my newfound-musketear-glory.
You're not going to believe it, but in homage to procrastination I actually have 2,000 words of a short story done. unbelievable. the things i will do to avoid work. I did have the idea for some sort of collaborative literary effort, but i dont think that will work given it is our final year and you guys arent even posting odd thoughts here. maybe over the hols?
would you like a quote from Ramsey?
Well, here's one anyway:
"'[proposition] p is about a'; its significance might be thought to follow from that of 'He said something about a'; but if we reflect on the analysis of the latter proposition we shall see that this is not the case; for it evidently reduces not to 'There is a p which is asserted and which is about a' but to 'There is a function F such that he asserted Fa' which does not involve the pseudo-proposition 'p is about a' [note: 'a pseudo-proposition is one which is incapable of being true or false]"
I think the reason I do all my work at 3am or later (earlier?) is because during the day this would make no sense whatsoever. Current Mood: I'm doing an essay. Guess.
|Friday, January 13th, 2006|
here we go, mike's second entry in a row. proof that whatever he should be doing right now, he most certainly is not doing it.
ive just got back from skiing in canada (hitting the gladed runs and powder bowls-remember georgie?) which was awesome, but kind of cut me out of the work frame at a critical point. Ive missed the oxford deadline, one of my referees has refused to give a reference (damn it), and I havent started on the 6,000 or so words of brilliant philosophical prose that needs must be done by monday.
but this will be a situation that is not alien, not detached, not far apart from, that set of experiences you guys are suffering. like, i know anna is filling in forms (dont just put 'hello' in the box dude), and i reckon blondie and boothos probably are struggling with theirs as well. amit will become a Quantum Actuary (or something) and earn more money than i could ever count to. I assume THAT involves forms and words and things too.
but this is so much speculation. as for the reality, post here and tell me, and help me (and you) procrastinate.
Speaking of procrastination, i have become so desperate to avoid the crush of the REAL WORLD* that i have not only (a) planned and replanned and then ditched my plans for the summer (b) volunteered to write an article for the college magazine on how cambridge is terrible but i have also (c) reread Rich's livejournal entries that formed a (barely cohesive) story. This gave me the idea for writing a short novel. (what the hell?) A number of passages formed themselves in my head, but i couldnt be bothered to write them down and have now forgotten them. anyway, they were probably rubbish. my point is, i think i have finally plumbed the depths of procrastination.
if i actually get a book written i guarantee i will try to kill myself with it by soaking the pages in hot chilli and eating them one by one**
If on, the other hand, I actually get an Mphil place (and can afford it) I will congratulate myself by writing a long novel and beating booth over the head with it.
*some philosophers (e.g. Hilary Putnam (actually a guy believe it or not)) capitalise the word 'WORLD', distinghuishing it from small caps 'world'. 'WORLD' is supposed to refer to an objective, mind-independent world that would exist whether or not people did. 'world' on the other hand is supposed to refer to an intersubjective, mind-dependent world, whose existence is determined and sustained by our minds (ie no minds no world). I am using the same distinction here. The large caps WORLD is the one that has the gravitational potential to crush me (and all of you) alive (so to speak).
** this guarantee is not a guarantee Current Mood: none
|Thursday, December 29th, 2005|
well its been ages since I used this site but I thought I might as well in order to update you on my to-ings and fro-ings (not sure about the spelling here, these are the kind of words I may say but never write). At the moment I am in Bristol, practically alone since everyone else has buggered off to Mexico-SA-NZ-god-knows-where. Having said that I just saw Booth, and I am seeing encouragingly large amounts of Guillaume *shock horror gasp!*
I am currently trying to catch up the work I missed from last time, while simultaneously writing MPhil proposals, finishing coursework and applying for postgrad places. The amount I have to do has staggered me and my natural reaction has been (of course) to curl up in a ball and do nothing. so thats what I'm doing. Given the dark days and lack of sunshine in a diet that involves getting up at 4PM, I have turned to somewhat sombre philosophizing (in the speculative sense) about the meaning of the world etc. It's too premature to conclude that it doesn't have one, but lets just say I would really appreciate a sign from God that things are all going smoothly (say, in the form of funding for an Mphil).
On the more mundane (but far more interesting) level, it looks like I will be going to NZ next August! Woo! And hopefully Phoebe will come too! Double Woo! Also, I am gung-dirty-ho for BJ (BeiJing of course: what else?) in the summer, with beardy, anna (?) booth, guillaume, and everyone else. Also Phoebe wants to go to japan; if that happens, my summer would be far too sweet for words (and far too expensive, but fuck money)
What is everyone else doing? We need to get working on some plans: if not for this summer, then for the summer after, so that the musketears can be united again and travel the world writing terrible poetry, drinking absinthe and smashing stuff. If this appeals, make some suggestions... road trip to Japan anyone...?
Also, i would like to come up to Durham next term... people tell me that I should and tell me WHEN i should, or at least give me your term dates so that I can try to plan it.
I would write more, but there aint that much interesting happening with me at the moment. I'm still going mad trying to read Wittgenstein. Some things never change.
Some things never change.
I like that. Maybe that should be our motto?
Either that or a poem Thomas Booth once wrote:
Vodka spilled on floor;
I'm going to kill him.
right well thats enough for now; I've assuaged my guilt for lack of posts in the recent past. Please tell me how you are doing!
Mike Current Mood: "predatory"? what the hell?
|Friday, October 28th, 2005|
I have taken control of my general workload since that last entry and things are a lot easier. Currently reading Malthus' essay on population. According to Malthusian calculations and the wriings of Bishop james Ussher, there was enough food at the creation in 4004 BC for 6 million people, when the world needed only provide for two.
By the same token, where did Cain and Abel's partners come from? I really should know this. It is one of the things that bugs me about the biblical family tree.
Despite Booth sending me the foulest pic that I have ever seen, I am happy for the fact that Lottie is a potential Lizzie-or-Sarah-but-for-real.
Saw Gut and Richard the Archaeologist the night before last in Mildert bar. It was most nice to have them up in college, not only for conversation and cathcing-up but to also avoid the company of those I might otherwise have been forced to endure. I refer to the idiocy and negatitivty of those who rule the roost in the boat club, curled up in a special position reminiscent of a Klein Bottle, with thir heads up their backsides.
That sounds rude, but so are many people. I'm going back to Malthus. Current Mood: busy
|Thursday, October 13th, 2005|
Why is it that i can be so unbelievably short on time to do anythign, when I do nothing apart from my course and the odd bit of socialising here and there. THis time last year, I was much busier, for three reasons:
1. I lived out, requiring cooking/cleaning/DIY/internet setup type time
2. I was attatched
3. I coached
None of the above apply now, except the third on quite an occasional basis. I can't afford to be so demotivated or under occupied re. work. It worked fine for me in second year (just) but there is not way one can leave a dissertation till the last minute.
I'm going mad arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Current Mood: loopy