In which I dream of creating dinosaurs and winning The Ashes.
When I was little(r) I played the “when I grow up” game. I knew what I wanted to be, it was going to be fun and exciting and ever so adventurous. I would change the world! I did not sit and think “You know what, I want to be a data analyst”. It just happened that what I have is an aptitude for crunching numbers and making spreadsheets. I was never going to be a NBA basketballer so I choose the world of Excel and datasets.
I was going to be doing any number of different occupations, I had the whole world in front of me and nothing to stop me. So what happened? Continue reading “When I grow up”
I’m happy because I’m stupid / Scared of spiders, scared of flying
Happy Pioneer Day Utah
Be Gentle With Me
The Boy Least Likely To.
For anyone else who may be up, or just lazing around you can find more music on my Sunday playlist:
Continue reading “Sunday Lie In : Be Gentle With Me – The Boy Least Likely To”
In which Snow White is really just the evil step-daughter.
Poor, innocent Snow White. The fairest (source: magic mirror) of all princesses yet cruelly hounded until saved by her prince. How could I have issues with her? Quite easily it seems, because the fairy tale shows ‘princesses’ are naive and stupid, jealous and cruel.
Oh, she looks cute but there is a cold heart under that dress
Before the main event it’s probably best to tackle the villain of the piece “The Wicked Queen”. The Wicked Queen is a representation of the princess’ greatest fears, that there is someone in some physical way better than you (aka fairness). A constant need of reassurance not from another person, but from a mirror.
“Yes, you are pretty and oh so fair” cries back a reflective piece of glass. The reflection you see is just their own self-image patting them on the back saying “well done you, you hit the genetic jackpot and came out with good looks”. And this goes on until that one day they feel that little niggle in the back of the mind that perhaps suggests there is someone ‘better’.
Continue reading “Late Review : Snow White”
In which I try to explain why five days of slow sport is the greatest game ever.
I’ve done a good job of teaching Mrs G the rules and laws of cricket, she can tell me what a maiden is and the difference between the main forms of the game are. She’s also getting the hang of the LBW law (the cricketing litmus test – if you understand leg before you had a decent grasp of the game, a bit like the offside rule in football).
She is also slowly grasping the naming of the fielding positions (like what a “silly mid-off” is and how it differs from “third man”). This is pretty impressive considering that she comes from the relative cricketing backwater of New York. Where she struggles is not in the application of the game, but the matches themselves. Like many she doesn’t get the meaning of cricket.
No other sport I know has generated an idiom like “it’s just not cricket”, we don’t say “that’s just like football” or “going round like a Formula 1 car”. There is something about the sport that makes it special, even the laws of the game have a specific section about the “spirit” of the game. Do the rules of baseball, basketball or rugby look to codify the behaviour of the players in such a way? It’s not because cricketers are constantly treating the game with disdain but more because the way it is played is perhaps more important than the participation.
Continue reading “The meaning of cricket”
Two Tornadoes touch down in Kansas / Instinct takes over, instinct commands us
Happy Ratcatcher’s day
Rule Number One
To carry on celebrating the end of the week check out the playlist below:
Continue reading “Friday Hometime : Rule Number One – Sleigh Bells”
In which I am a rebel without a cause to support.
Being charitable doesn’t come naturally, I get riled up every time I step onto Birmingham’s main street and prepare myself to run the gamut of chuggers waiting to accost the unaware shoppers. It’s like the Pamplona bull run but running at the herd instead of away from the clipboarding hoard.
If I was to be in a position where I didn’t have to work and I could turn myself into a much less rich Bill and Melinda Gates I’m not sure who I could help. As well as dealing with the workers of Charity Militant I also struggle with who I should choose to help.
It’s very mean of charities to ask you to decide between who is the most worthwhile cause. Pick between this sad child and this sad puppy, our cancer is worse than their cancer, which human rights abuse angers you most.
I have finite resources to be able to help those in need, I am not rich enough to donate to all and there is not enough time to lend a hand.
Continue reading “Ungiving to charity”
I which I try to convince you about art.
Art puzzles me.
Perhaps because I have a more scientific look on life I can’t get past a cigar just being a cigar.
The meaning of art is something I struggle with. If the artist has placed meaning in their work I can understand and follow that, but it is the hidden or interpreted meaning that I cannot grasp. If not explicitly stated does the esoteric story of a painting really exist, or do experts place their own thoughts onto art?
Continue reading “Becoming an art critic”
Say you will, say you won’t / Say you’ll do what I don’t
Happy Día del Amigo
C’est la Vie
For more wheeness on a Wednesday check out the playlist below:
Continue reading “Wednesday Whee : C’est la Vie – B*Witched”
In which I avoid anything green.
Ingredients: Lots of brown.
Preparation: Open the box of brown.
Cost: A lot of brown later on.
Seriously…what? 8 cocktail sausages, 4 pork and tomato bites, 4 sausage rolls and 4 mini scotch eggs.
Colour plays an important role in food, it indicates what kind of experience or benefit you get from the item you are about to put in your mouth. It’s why chefs spend so much time fussing over how a dish looks as if it appears tasty then it probably is. The Duck Rule and everything.
There is one colour to rule them all, a colour that is quite honest about what you are going to get. Beige.
Continue reading “Lunchtime Review : Beige Food”
In which I manfuly spread my disease.
I love this song by The Cranberries.
What I don’t love is the office cold, which is just lingering like some feral youth on the street. Being all up to no good and just generally causing nuisance.
Even when I think it’s gone it makes more comebacks than Michael Jordan. Not the highly successful Bulls kind of comeback, this is the Wizards multiplied by his attempt at baseball style comeback. Continue reading “Having an office cold – Part II”