Monday, November 13, 2006

Desiderata ( by Max Ehrmann )

As a teenager I spent many hours staring at a copy of this which was blue-tacked to my wall.


Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labours and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

My Beautiful Blog.

I'm so happy with this Blogger-Beta thing.
It's enabled this blog evolve into a work of pure beauty.
Beautiful bright turquoise.
Not easy on the eye to everyone, i'm sure.
But I like it.
Even if it doesn't contain a lot of sense according to some. (Lizzie and Suze)
At least it's pretty.
Speaking to a friend who attended the funeral of their sister a few days ago opened up an interesting discussion for the benefit of creating and holding on to happy memories.
It seems that when someone dies, if all we're left with are unhappy memories, it might be that there is really nothing left. Or certainly it can feel like that.
But in the situation of a person dying, and leaving us/their friends and family with happy memories, those left behind are left with something almost tangible of that person.
This probably kicks in more longer term.

Is there anything after death?
Who knows.
I like to think there most likely is.
In fact, I find it unlikely that there isn't.
I imagine it might be a little like sitting inside a very well functioning steam room.
Which is beside a swimming pool.
Where there are children playing.
Sitting in the steam room, the noises of playing, laughter and the general buzz of human life can be heard.
But muffled.
By the steam.
By being encased within a small steamy room.
With dim lighting.
And the general swirly steam.
Gives the whole experience a somewhat ethereal edge.
Well it does for me, anyway.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Web Blog.

Did you know that the word blog is derived from the word weblog?

This highly informative piece of info. comes courtesy of Lizzie(Ardus).
Yesterday marked the first assessment of the year.
Uni. wise, things have stepped up a gear.
Much as you'd expect really.
Last year group seminar presentations consisted mainly of the odd moment of creativity amongst lots of nervy reading off sheets.
Not quite sure what I find so nerve wracking about it.
Have been required to deliver plenty of presentations over the years.
It's never been my favourite thing to do.
It was my birthday yesterday.
Yay!

Another day...

...another ticket.
Well that's how it seems.

A few days ago I might have been just a little late returning to my car which was parked in a council run car park.
So that accounts for Parking Ticket Number One.

This morning the post brought a Penalty Charge Notice issued by the borough of Waltham Forest.
It contains a most unflattering picture of me standing beside my parked car, which has two wheels on the kerb.
Shan't be doing that again.