Different pronunciation.
How come no-one seems to read anymore? If I bring a book somewhere, because I was reading it on the 40 minute tube journey to central London, I get looked at like I'm weird. Not on the train itself but when I get to wherever the latest Oratory piss up is. I'm not reading the book when other people are there, I only have it so when I'm alone I have something to do.
I mean people my age do read, so it can't be that outrageous that I read too. It just seems that no-one reads for enjoyment, and it's that concept that no-one can wrap their head around (I'm generalising here, this isn't everyone).
Maybe this why our generation is perceived as stupid. If we stop doing things like reading, then our vocabulary becomes limited and we just sound less intelligent. If we can't be seen to have the intellectual capacity to formulate arguments and have cohesive ideas, then nothing we ever do will be given the respect or attention that it may or may not deserve. Punctuating sentences with 'like' just won't cut it.
Oh I don't know. I guess it makes me look better by comparison.
Saturday, 5 April 2008
Music and stuff
All this fuss over the Reading Festival at the moment has got me thinking a few things. One is that there has to be a better way of allocating tickets for stuff like this; there are gigs and shows happening pretty much constantly throughout the year all over the world. Some are more popular than others, more well known and better funded so you've got all different kinds of events going on. How come all the tickets are released at the same time, on roughly three websites? Seriously, genius idea guys. Random allocation over the space of a few weeks, more websites that they're available on, there are so many ways that this could be improved, so that there aren't so many pissed off people out there, and such a big market in touting and reselling on ebay.
Obviously I didn't get tickets.
Enough of that, but the conversation topic of Reading is one that's been coming up a lot over Easter, and it just illustrates how different everyone's tastes in music are. While I think that the line up for Reading is banging (making me even more annoyed that I have no ticket), others don't and only want to see the odd band. A massive part of festivals is the atmosphere, hence everyone getting weekend tickets for what is basically going to be a three day party (I foresee a lot of Facebook albums coming out on that Monday: "READING!!! big rave/pissup 2008 [Part 3]" etc.) but if there were no bands that you liked, would you still go? They can't cater for everyone's taste (You won't see many jazz beatniks hanging around Reading) but why do we even have taste in music at all?
People cannot put a finger on why they like a particular song, much easier to say why you don't like something. For example: I don't like music that I feel just has shouting for lyrics, but other people live off it.
If I had to say what I like about the music I like I'd say catchy riffs, playing with repeated bits, and good guitar parts. Just now I went through my current iPod playlist and there is so much that contradicts the previous sentence. I don't even know what I like.
I'm too tired for coherent thought, I'll finish this tomorrow.
Obviously I didn't get tickets.
Enough of that, but the conversation topic of Reading is one that's been coming up a lot over Easter, and it just illustrates how different everyone's tastes in music are. While I think that the line up for Reading is banging (making me even more annoyed that I have no ticket), others don't and only want to see the odd band. A massive part of festivals is the atmosphere, hence everyone getting weekend tickets for what is basically going to be a three day party (I foresee a lot of Facebook albums coming out on that Monday: "READING!!! big rave/pissup 2008 [Part 3]" etc.) but if there were no bands that you liked, would you still go? They can't cater for everyone's taste (You won't see many jazz beatniks hanging around Reading) but why do we even have taste in music at all?
People cannot put a finger on why they like a particular song, much easier to say why you don't like something. For example: I don't like music that I feel just has shouting for lyrics, but other people live off it.
If I had to say what I like about the music I like I'd say catchy riffs, playing with repeated bits, and good guitar parts. Just now I went through my current iPod playlist and there is so much that contradicts the previous sentence. I don't even know what I like.
I'm too tired for coherent thought, I'll finish this tomorrow.
Monday, 31 March 2008
Introduction...
So here it is. The inevitable "Why did I start a blog?" post. It's a question that I can answer fairly easily actually. Alex has got one, Shane has got one and so I've decided to jump on this packed bandwagon.
It's also somewhere for me to store my thoughts outside of my head, somewhere where the random paths that my mind goes down during the day can be put down and logged, not for any particular reason, apart from allowing those on the internet to know the right direction to point when the police come a-knocking.
But seriously, if I manage to survive sixth form, university and any eventual forays into the real world, I'd like to know what I was thinking back then when I never really had any real problems and those I did have were only crises because I made them so. While it might be easy to remember what we were doing at this time yesterday, it's much harder to remember what we were doing at this time last year, and nigh on impossible to remember what we were thinking at that time. In this way I see this blog as a potential time capsule, so that I can look back and see how up myself I was, or how I was affected by some major, as yet unknown, event in my life.
I'm not really known for my works of literary genius (B at AS does not a Dan Brown make...), so I'll probably be keeping this simple; sporadic posts on topics I think about, or discuss with other like minded people during the day. I'll just see where it takes me.
To conclude (You'll see this phrase a lot), this blog is mostly for me, whether that's me now or a slightly better informed me in the future is not definite. From how I've written what I have it's fairly obvious that I intend for it to be read by others, so it's not just a diary 2.0. I'd like feedback on the things I'm thinking, and although I can't offer florid prose and poetry or detailed Irish history I can offer my thoughts on the experiences I go through, and while they're most likely not of interest to everybody, for me it's a start.
It's also somewhere for me to store my thoughts outside of my head, somewhere where the random paths that my mind goes down during the day can be put down and logged, not for any particular reason, apart from allowing those on the internet to know the right direction to point when the police come a-knocking.
But seriously, if I manage to survive sixth form, university and any eventual forays into the real world, I'd like to know what I was thinking back then when I never really had any real problems and those I did have were only crises because I made them so. While it might be easy to remember what we were doing at this time yesterday, it's much harder to remember what we were doing at this time last year, and nigh on impossible to remember what we were thinking at that time. In this way I see this blog as a potential time capsule, so that I can look back and see how up myself I was, or how I was affected by some major, as yet unknown, event in my life.
I'm not really known for my works of literary genius (B at AS does not a Dan Brown make...), so I'll probably be keeping this simple; sporadic posts on topics I think about, or discuss with other like minded people during the day. I'll just see where it takes me.
To conclude (You'll see this phrase a lot), this blog is mostly for me, whether that's me now or a slightly better informed me in the future is not definite. From how I've written what I have it's fairly obvious that I intend for it to be read by others, so it's not just a diary 2.0. I'd like feedback on the things I'm thinking, and although I can't offer florid prose and poetry or detailed Irish history I can offer my thoughts on the experiences I go through, and while they're most likely not of interest to everybody, for me it's a start.
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