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Work: The Good, The Bad And the Ugly

In Creative Distraction on June 30, 2009 at 3:42 pm

I love my job…No, don’t insert “sarcasm” inverted commas there, I really do. I also wish to keep it and avoid the blog-themed fiasco of last time I let “work” and “blog” meet (think rubidium in a thunderstorm and you’ll be about right), so I thought I’d take a comic look at some of the things that make Generic Shop such a great place to work. Oh, and because I’m feeling anal, I’m going to do it in a list style:

Meeting people.
All the time. Incessantly. That’ll be £2.50… is it raining? I hadn’t noticed, and no, the twelve people before you didn’t say the same thing… They thought it was effing sunny!

Meeting interesting people.
Technically a subcategory of the above, there are several subcategories here: the odd, the weird, the mad and the casually racist. For example, an elderly gentleman smelling of urine opined to me, whilst counting out two pence pieces exceptionally slowly to the sum of about £4.56 that this recession was pretty damn bad, wasn’t it? I returned my agreement.

He continued that there weren’t any jobs. I confirmed that this was an unfortunate side-effect of the current economic slump (he was at roughly the £2 mark now and had uncovered a £2 coin so I hoped this might be the end of our exchange). However, resorting to his limitless collection of (alarmingly sticky) 5ps, he told me that his son had been laid off from the factory (I didn’t enquire which). I offered the due condolences (and considered offering said son my job). He then continued, without a blink or a pause for breath, that there were Polish and black people with jobs and it made him sick…

I paused. Having assisted him with the counting I’d secured the £2 coin and so now only had to make up the fiddly pence. I gave him the special “I work here so can’t disagree openly with you you racist scum” look of doubt and said noncommitantly that it was certainly true that some people had jobs when others didn’t. With his £4.56 in my hands I thought this exchange was over and I could go back to being sardonic about the weather… But no, where’s the sodding queue when you need one?

He continued in a mildly racist tone — opining that his Polish neighbours had a job and they’d only been here for five years, and reiterated that both his son (and brother it now seemed) were without work. At points like this, I wish the Panic alarm under the till had a second  ”rescue from nutjob customer” alarm. Finally, my boss emerged with some task or other for me and I disengaged from racist-wee man, only for him to turn around and interupt my boss and begin the whole sorry story again. I slunk gratefully away and hid in the back…

Actually, discussing the weather is quite pleasant.

Occasional Devastatingly Pretty Men
Oh, and the 97.4% of unattractive types that make up the rest of the population. Most unfair.

Cryptic instructions on pieces of paper:
Personal favourite from a friend in a similar business being a cryptic note from the owner when out for the afternoon saying “don’t forget to stack the shelves.” Also entertaining is the archaeological treasure trove of the stockroom where pens and lists of stock needed at some previous juncture can accumulate.

Tills:
You think an electro-mechanical system for the taking and giving of money is unentertaining? Think again. Try a till which has an incomplete barcode database (and a list of non-scanning items as long as your arm stabled to it) and manufacturers of certain (confectionary) products who see fit to print barcodes either incomplete/missing completely or over the top of other text.

Being able to say “next please” and everyone around you move:
Usually.

All views included in the above are entirely personal and do not in any respect reflect the opinions I hold whilst at work (and being paid!) or those of my Employer or any other affiliated or interested party. Direct any comments/additions/complaints to the comments section below.

12 Interesting (ish) Facts From 24 Hours (ish)

In Creative Distraction on June 15, 2009 at 9:59 pm

Like a fajita in a can, this post pretty much does what it says on the tin. Basically its the lazy mans’ blog post where I list 12 interesting (and sometimes related) things that have occurred to me lately and hope the Universe gives a shit…

Feel free to re-post with your own if you’ve had a particularly exciting/dull day!

  1. Caravans should be banned: I missed 2 service stations during my drive home as a result of the solid line of caravans, coaches and other boxes on wheels blocking the left-hand lane. Bah humbug. Feel like Jeremy Clarkson, and as a dirty hippie liberal I don’t often say that.
  2. New record for the 212 miles (yep, I counted them) door-to-door from 7 Bev Cres, HYL to 111 Wy Rd, CDF: 3.5 hours. Got cut up by: 1 x caravan, 1 x peugeot, 1 x smart car and 1 x caravan towing a smart-car (God those people must’ve been cool. “Look dear, we’ve got a car that looks like a shoe. I know what’ll go well with it — a box! Shoe-box-shoe, geddit?!”
  3. Wages confirmed for this season (probably) £6.20 SCORE!
  4. Just been for my first jog back home and surprised to find Cardiff is more aesthetically pleasing to jog around than Cornwall (well, the shit bit I live in anyway)
  5. Cornwall is probably the dullest place in the Universe. And yes, I’ve been to Swindon.
  6. Tidied and rearranged my room(s)! I’m not really posh, I just live in the attic. Of a bungalow. Confused, you should be?
  7. Well, that was the plan. Actually spent an evening reading old copies of the Beano/Dandy/Sparky when clearing out a cupboard and found my old box of about seven years of said comics. Woop-de-la-woop!
  8. Beat chess computer (at chess!!!)
  9. First episode of ISIHAC on BBC Radio 4 tonight and I am thus spiritually fulfilled. If you missed it, check it out on iPlayer!
  10. Writing this to avoid writing any of the other, serious writing things I’m meant to be tackling at the moment.
  11. Trying to decide whether I should either upgrade my Mac or car or both and how the hell I could afford either.
  12. Er… I had salad for tea… OK, perhaps 12 is harder than it sounds…

Good Ideas?

In Creative Distraction on April 24, 2009 at 8:16 pm

I am obviously procrastinating, three essays aren’t going to write themselves but I thought I really should blog something to celebrate the approximate 1st birthday of this benighted little corner of the internet that I call home… (well, not my actual homepage, that’s cardiff.ac.uk because I haven’t been arsed to change it since year 1, and not “home” as in where I sleep since sleeping on a website can be bad for your back…) I feel like I’ve digressed.

Here’s 10 Good Ideas that have occurred to me during the last 365 ish days…

  1. Drinking, then not drinking, then alternating between the two
     It’d be really good to be able to say that the teetotal pledge which this blog started with persisted for all of the 365 days, unfortunately 65 would be a more accurate count.
  2. Doing an MA
    A very expensive way to stay involved with student radio (and I don’t even get to put Dr before my name legitimately!)
  3. Getting a new printer on my DSA allowance
     Previous experience should have confirmed to me that it is compulsory for the printers that the DSA survive to be as disabled as the person using them. This meant I acquired a dyspraxic borderline autistic printer which couldn’t quite grasp the notion of “black”
  4. A selection of games for various consoles:
    Alas I can post nothing more than the title since high level talks are still in progress, suffice to say the game will be called “The Third Reich for the Wii” and will leave development hell sometime this millenium (never has a phrase been quite so appropriate)
  5. Fajitas in a can — Faj-in-a-can, need I say more?
  6. Much procrastination, most of it pointless
  7. Several essays.
  8. Errm… cooked a bit.
  9. … …
  10. God listing 10 productive things is hard…

Well, that year was worth it, wasn’t it? 

Now to see what 2009-10 will bring…

How do I work? (Do I work?!)

In A Beginners Guide to Philosophy, Creative Distraction, Observations, The Good, the Bad and the Banal on February 26, 2009 at 9:33 pm

Homage

In Creative Distraction, Observations on February 17, 2009 at 11:14 pm

Combining truth and untruth is a carefully honed skill most often demonstrated in the construction of the TV news. What I have attempted here (in the preceding post) is a none too skillful attempt to combine several banal features — my standing on a rooftop, unusual weather six months ago and meteor sightings from a variety of places round the world — into a single narrative. If anything, I hope to demonstrate the ease with which an allegedly coherent narrative or story can be put together from disparate elements.

I deliberately avoided aping the “constant present” tense of broadcast journalism, despite the nature of my sources, since (a) it tires me and (b) I love H G Wells’ (who is paraphrased in some ways throughout the piece). In particular, I wanted to have a go at the Wellsian retrospective commentator which he employs to great effect in War of the Worlds, the Time Machine and Island of Dr Moreau among others.

The second, and perhaps more interesting aim of the piece was to demonstrate the power of a narrative (even a contrived and fictive one such as this). Of course, using the “constant present” and all the other acoutrement of modern journalism imbibes a much greater truth-value to a given piece. However, I hope that in this limited article I have shown the significant role of narrative in hinting at a particular causal explanation for given phenomenon. 

As a wise man once said, the right words, in the right order at the right moment in the right broadcast can collapse the economy, overthrow the government…

Moments

In Creative Distraction, Observations on February 17, 2009 at 10:55 pm

What do you call fiction and fact combined? Faction? Fict? Fation? Perhaps the precise term varies dependent on the particular amount of fact or fiction included. It could go like this…

 

It was the Austen footage from that warm Sunday in February that confirmed it. Even though the signs had been there for quite some time…

Something was happening — up there, in the skies above us. Some power or force was making itself known. Of course, we know now that the warning signs had been there for months. But tucked away in the back pages of BBC News Online, that fateful February, nobody knew. The Swedish footage had been dramatic, but that had barely made a ripple on the international press. Who could’ve linked the approach of the fireball with the unseasonable weather preceding it? Who could’ve known that the disrupted summer of 2008 was the work of far more than mere global warming?

That, on the cusp of the 21st century, some great power beyond the detection of human science was making itself known to us is beyond question. Yet as I stood on the roof in the balmy calm of that February evening, I was utterly oblivious to these portents or the brave new world they heralded…

Focus — Return to the Blogsphere

In Creative Distraction on February 14, 2009 at 6:53 pm

I sit at my desk to start work. This does not happen so I go on to something else. Its the usual Gmail – Gmail – Facebook – Mail – Gmail – Gmail – Facebook cycle. Only on the fourth circuit does this behaviour seem a teensy bit eccentric and maybe a tad compulsive. I check my library books are all renewed instead (they are) — so I do a fifth lap.

Work has now, shall we say, slipped some distance from my mind, enough for me to make lunch, tidy my desk and have a nap. Within half an hour of waking up I find myself browsing with alleged interest through the Cardiff Students’ Union Annual Report.

This is officially a crisis. I can procrastinate in many novel and interesting ways. A non-exhaustive list could include the following: I can cook, I can write nonsense verse. I could do something alternatively productive like plan an essay or prepare for next weeks show (on 87.7 FM across Cardiff or xpressradio.co.uk for the rest of the globe — Fridays at 11), I could answer the growing mound of emails, I could go for a walk. I could fix my printer’s permanent USB related stutter. I could put my DVDs in chronological order. I could make my bed or do the laundry. I could listen to the radio. I could even watch telly. I could clean my room — and believe me, it needs it. I could straighten the rug in my room. I could straighten the rug in the hallway. I could even do both at the same time if I stretched a little. I could hoover the living room or sit in the garden. I could even stand outside in a t-shirt and get a cold, then I’d have something to really moan about.

But no, I am even procrastinating against procrastinating. For those (non-existent) avid readers who have noticed the dearth of bloggy goodness on these pages of late, welcome back. If you’re new, then thrice welcome. The ultimate tool of productive procrastination is back.

Why are the British so Dumb?

In Creative Distraction on January 4, 2009 at 11:05 am

There are many brilliant things about these islands, but all this British genius – how to put this politely – well, shall we say, it doesn’t travel very well… In a recent trip to Egypt, the following classics were overheard from fellow tourists…

In reference to a partially derelict tennement …

“This place, is so dusty. Just look at that building there. It could really do with a lick of paint – its so dusty!”

In reference to the advice not to drink the tap water…

“The tap water looks fine to me. I think they’re only telling us so as to make us PAY for bottled water!” (thanks to Charmain for that one)

At the pyramids (Giza, Cairo):

“I’m not getting off the bus! It said on the news the Israelis and Palestinians were bombing each other at Giza!”

No love, that’s Gaza.

In reference to a building site, Tunisia:

Wife: What are you doing?
Husband: (scribbling away in a notebook) I’m taking notes of that building site, and when I get home, I’m reporting them to building standards! (Thanks to Garry for that one!) 

After visiting an exceptionally well preserved Roman city:

“Well, I don’t know why they drove us all the way up there. You could see just as good pictures in books.”

On being on a cruise holiday up the Nile:

“I didn’t think we’d spend so long on the water.”

On not tipping (after being told by guide not to tip):

“That woman, she’s been to Egypt before. And she knows you’ve got to tip, so why come back to Egypt if she knows you’ve got to tip.”

Feel free to post below any further examples of good old British stupidity.

Drinking

In Creative Distraction, Health versus Alcohol on December 20, 2008 at 12:28 am

I’ve just noticed a few new principles to add to the Hector Benjamin Roddan lexicon of random rules about the Universe (one day, I’ll write a rule book…) More accurately, about the relationship between drinking and any sort of problem, question or niggling itch which we encounter in this sea of emotion, experience and exchange which we casually describe as “existence”…

The first stage is to ask a question, pose a problem, consider something when entirely sober.

By the second stage you have imbibed at least one unit of alchohol and therefore the problem is much more clearly expressed / slightly fudged / staring you in the face in a grim manner.

The third stage arrives at the second or third pint (I use the “pint” scale, for those of you that prefer shots, feel free to use an appropriate conversion scale). At this point, not only have you solved the initial problem which set you on the course towards drink, but you have solved a range of alternative problems – some of my personal favourites are — what to have for breakfast, how to make a paper aeroplane and world poverty…

By the fourth stage, you have realised that the perfectly adequate solutions to the initial problem are entirely useless, but there must be something. At this point, you come up with ideas like “if only I could solve world poverty by making a paper aeroplane carry my breakfast…”

The fifth stage, all this is slipping away a bit. The initial problem, the new problems, that sort of thing…This is generally known as the final safe stage at which one can eat a takeaway.

By the sixth stage, reality is doing similar. DO NOT RISK A TAKEAWAY AFTER THIS POINT.

At the seventh stage, you’re entering hell itself…

By the eleventh stage, you could well bring hell back up again. 

 

By the way, if anyone finds out what the intervening stages are, let me know…

Byeee!!!

Hec xxx

Science Friction

In Creative Distraction on October 14, 2008 at 10:59 am

If you are as sad and geeky as me, you will know well there are two types of science fiction. Good and bad. The first is entirely normal and the sort of healthy pastime which everyone should enjoy, justified by the fact that this first type is enjoyed by yourself. The second is the last shelter for sociopathic nerds and weirdos who should generally go out and get a bit more sunlight. Of course, such subjective judgements can be made by anyone – but I find there is a grain of truth in these arguments.

Obviously, they need honing. To start with, I would suggest that there are – and always has been – two different distinct genres of science fiction. The first, and with the finest pedigree, is the “scientific romances” which originate in the work of HG Wells. The second, whilst sharing Wellsian genealogy of all SF, has emerged from a distinct tradition which has come into visibility most obviously with big TV SF shows such as Battlestar Galactica and the multiple incarnations of Star Trek and should be more accurately termed “hard sci-fi”.

The latter – possibly as a result of a more overt debt to (generally) American comic novels and cult novels in the genre – is perhaps overtly more fantastic. It deals in GIGANTIC SPACE FLEETS, TRAWLING THE DEPTHS OF SPACE and DISCOVERING MIND-BLOWING THINGS with STRANGE ALIENS and HUGE SPECIAL EFFECTS to MAKE IT ALL LOOK JUST A BIT REAL (please imagine the above read by the annoying shouty-bloke who seems to earn his keep from every single sci-fi or war movie trailer). However, whilst these shows may appear technically superior, they are almost universally populated by men and women in wet-suits reading out impossibly complicated scientific gubbins where the plot turns on a ubiquitously unexplained MacGuffin and any such thing as human sentiment or drama are reduced to the barest functional elements, thus detroying what shreds of believability and drama remain within the lacklustre and overly technical yet preposterous plot.

To an extent, these criticisms can apply to all low-grade science fiction. However, the “scientific romance” genre arguably is more successful. Three examples present themselves – the pastiches of Terry Pratchett, the original and classic “scientific romances” of HG Wells and the longest running TV sci-fi show that is “Doctor Who.” These stories can take place in some distant and alien place – for example, Pratchett’s parrallel Discworld or the strange world of 82,000 AD in Wells’ “Time Machine”. Yet these strange worlds always provide a relevance -often dramatic – to some real world concern. Imperialism, bureaucracy, the police and Universities (alongside Faust, Shakespeare and information technology) are all returning features of Pratchett’s fabulous Discworld books.

Whilst hard-SF fans might argue that this is equally true of, for example, Star Trek, I would counter that such shows deliberately alienate the viewer or reader from the drama through their functional emphasis on technical vocabularies and pseudo-scientific legitimation of their otherness with the net result that the plot and enjoyment for the casual – non-fan- viewer suffers.

This is arguably not true of Wellsian “scientific romances” – the original incarnation of which were serialised in popular magazines a million miles from the dedicated and dire fanboy magazines and internet sites of today. Furthermore, since shows like Dr Who do away with the tedious technical accuracy of their nineties counterparts through simple or allegorical explanations, plots are driven by drama as opposed to science. Not only does this result in a much higher quality product, it makes the whole show more accessible to the casual viewer.

You do not need fannish backstory to enjoy the story of a man who travels through time and space in a police public call box. Furthermore, the use of iconic and everyday images arguably increases the dramatic effect of the stories – shadows, statues, shop-window dummies can be imbued with a malignant edge in a way that warp-star alloys, Borg and people with pointy-ears never can.

In short, what I’m trying to get at is that the “scientific romances” have a magical edge. You don’t read Terry Pratchett and think how on earth can a flat world be balanced on the back of four elephants on the shell of a giant star-turtle called Great Atuin. You don’t read Wells’ superb ‘War of the Worlds’ and wonder how the Martians rockets crossed the vast space between their world and ours. More importantly, only the most hardcore (spotty, sociophobic) sci-fi geek wonders how you can fit the massive, beautiful, impossible and impossibly complex Time And Relative Dimensions in Space Machine inside a 1960s police box.

You just accept it. Because you’re watching or reading these things to taste a little bit of magic, to look into the dark and to wonder what’s out there…

Elite Enrollment

In Creative Distraction on September 22, 2008 at 11:31 am

I was not expecting to be halfway finished enrolling by 10:30. I envisaged queues, confusion, passport photos and the mind-numbing infuriation normally imbued by University bureaucracy. Luckily, it seems that PG enrollment (not suitable for kids – lame joke, anyone get it… no, didn’t think so*) involves a lot less stress than UG enrollment. Woo Hoo!

Of course, I am sympathetic for all the people – especially Freshers, and its hard to feel sorry for them, I admit – who are going to spend the majority of the next week in queues in corridors or sat in stuffy rooms. The hudddled masses whose timetables have not worked out as they expected, the infuriated administrative staff and the befuddled looking academics cursing the heavens that this time of year has come around again.

I wish there was some sort of way to make enrolment a simple and joyous process for all involved. Back in the day, when I was young and spritely (and terribly hungover) at a mere eighteen years of age, I queued no less than three times up the windy back passage of the Students Union to collect my NUS ID card. Each time I was told I was missing a certain coloured piece of documentation – whether it was the yellow sheet that should’ve gone to my Home School, the green one with the stamps on from my Associate School – or, no, you should have kept the white one on top. Oh, and while your there, it helps us out in the Registry if all your sheets are handily constructed into the shape of an origami swan…

Oh dear, I’m sorry Mr Roddan, you’re origami skills just aren’t up to it, are they? Go to the back of the queue and have another go… Next!

Things get worse if you were a Fresher before the Days of the Internet – no, I don’t mean the early 1990s, I mean any Fresher starting in University before the introduction of online enrollment in, err, 2007.  Then you got to queue outside Talybont Sports Hall – a fear-soaked place if ever there was one – and queue up behind your letter (arranged in a handy system which, to the untutored eye, had nothing to do with alphabetical order whatsoever) and get given a wad of flimsies which, if all went well, by the end of Freshers’ Week would be helpfully constructed into the aforementioned origami swan.

At this point of course, you find out that your entire – and I don’t jest – timetable clashes and you have to start the sorry process all over again the next day – or try to clone yourself to attend two separate lectures simultaenously.
Personally, I’d go for the latter. Its a hell of a lot easier.

So bon chance to all you Freshers and Not-So-Freshers in your never-ending queues with confusion and hangover writ large on your faces. It seems that the ideal number of students for a department to enrol is around thirty. Ooh, I wonder if that helps anyone at all… Oh yeh, it does. Me.

Byeee!

Weird^2

In A Beginners Guide to Philosophy, Creative Distraction, The Good, the Bad and the Banal on September 21, 2008 at 9:02 pm

Writers block is an absolute bugger. Whatever you are trying to write, you get to a certain point and either realise you’ve repeated yourself or that the English language isn’t entirely flexible enough to say exactly what you want to say (And yes, me blaming the language almost certainly is one of those ‘bad workmen always blame their tools’ moments). I’ve tried all sorts – distractions, breaks, planograms, spider diagrams, brainstorms, walks in the park, music, no music, radio, no radio, silence, cooking, fire alarms (unintentionally), reorganising, rereading, rewriting out, writing other things… You get the idea.

I’ve run out of distractions so it looks like I just have to write. The thing that annoys me is that in this thing I’m writing (I get a little bit paranoid about giving too much away) I know that three years ago (yes, I write slowly — no, it’s not a haiku, its a bit longer), this particular point got me stuck for August through November. The main problem – as you can probably guess by the fact I’m revisiting the same issue – is that I was never really happy with the fudge of the situation which I’d acheived on the previous attempt.

So I’m back in a weirdly similar position after three years. Working on the same (ACCURSED) chapter, playing with the same characters, just before enrollment day, on the evening of the Freshers party in an empty house. OK, the past and future don’t naturally parallel each other much on a deeper level – on the previous occasion, I decided that it was a good idea to get entirely bladdered and then lost in the Freshers party, then drink gin neat out of a mug because I didn’t own any tonic. But a parallel is a parallel, and enough of a parallel to get that doo-doo-doo-doo-dooo moment going in my brain. 

All cures for writer’s block welcomed.

Facebook Protest?

In Creative Distraction, Politics on June 8, 2008 at 5:20 pm

This is becoming something of a trend in my posts (well, one other post on the topic, but whose counting? Oh, you are. Bugger.) My exceptional procrastination efforts have actually started to implode in on themselves, with the ultimate end of time-wasting being replaced by actual constructive, productive and inductive logic/work. And nowhere is this more clear than my Facebook activities.

I am well aware of the irony that emerges from complaining about unnecessary, unproductive and apathetic internet content in a blog. What interests me in this though is the qualitative aspect of debates, opinions and issues on the information superhighway of the interweb. For example, see http://hectorroddan.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/reformation-of-manners/ for a specific instance of this) is the post I make on a Facebook comments page or an online forum/chat room of the same quality as a written letter to someone in authority, a complaint delivered over the phone or a heated face-to-face exchange?

I personally think that internet discussions, almost regardless of topic, when conducted on public message boards or other fora do not neatly fit into any of the traditional categories of information exchange or dispute. For instance, to complain or raise a point of view on any issue on a Facebook page, profile or group requires much less effort than writing a letter to your MP, arranging a public meeting about an issue or setting up a real-life petition. Secondly, I cannot help wondering if there is a narcissistic element to many such posts. It is a case of “here be my views, querrel in thy boots all ye who readeth here” as opposed to stating a point of view to the public in general, or a specific audience.

Of course, many would doubtless argue that the internet has democratised and revolutionised communications, allowing a much wider section of society to present their own world views and engage in the key debates of the day. But I have a serious problem with this since internet communication is by its very accessibility, exceptionally diffuse and vague. It can only feed into official decision making in an off-hand way. Furthermore, the anonymity of the internet – and ’social networking’ sites in particular – seems to strip many debates of the usual decencies and politenesses, often reducing them do a slanging match between equally uninformed parties.

If such communication is routinely pointless, why has it become so popular? My own gut feeling would be that it is a form of communication which shares aspects of the public platform and big spectacle embodied in, for example, the US Presidential election debates which are about to get under way, and the intimacy and privacy of drunkenly setting the world to rights in a pub with your mates.

Thus, there are no entry qualifications to engage in internet debates. Beyond the ubiquitous profile mugshot and whatever information one chooses to disclose via profile pages etc, your views are effectively anonymous. Thus, there is nothing to stop the exaggeration of facts and, beyond the subjectivity of the individual reader, no real means of verifying the truth status of any claims made. More importantly, since there is no real target audience (since the comments page, discussion board or chat is likely to be available to anyone in possession of internet access), what you say has no official standing.

Is this reduction of major issues and debates to a radically intersubjective exchange of personal opinions necessarily negative? There are clearly two sides, but I have a feeling I would err on the side of caution. Firstly, it is ludicrous to suggest that the sort of exchanges which proliferate on the internet are some product of the technical revolution. I would suggest rather that their accessibility has been – to use that much cited word of our time – globalised. Furthermore, this process is not as value neutral as some may suggest. Theoretically, the internet has provided merely a way for distant peoples to exchange views and interact. Yet I would argue this process is value-sloped. The sort of everyday discussion of issues of the day (broadly defined) that was going on in the alehouses of the sixteenth century and in informal and semi-formal social groups ever since human beings have been around simply does not corealate simply with the slanging matches of the information superhighway.

First and foremost, the publication or posting of an opinion on the internet, I would argue, gives it a self-sanctioned quasi-officiality. It is a statement of opinion but in a very different way to one expressed over a pint in the local since it is published and publicly available. This can be seen to objectivise a discourse which in the pre-internet times would have been wholly or mostly private, localised and contained. In short, the act of declaring a statement in an internet post is very different from the lost temporal moment of an utterance in a debate or an official letter raising an issue to an individual or group apparently ‘in the know’ or in power.

Thus, such internet communication occupies an ambiguous position as discourse. This position, I would argue, can have an extremely detrimental effect on the quality of any debate or on perceptions of authority. Since an internet discussion board possesses an ambiguously objective status, it can be seen to be both a public and private expression of opinion. Thus, contributions can be seen to be regulated by the two vastly different modes of behavior appropriate to either public or private discourse. Furthermore, deciding between whether one’s post should be a reasoned, considered, polite and informed contribution to the debate or a sharp gut reaction is made entirely subjectively. Clearly, the equally subjective reader can discern between the two but this is perhaps not yet the heart of the issue.

This ambiguity arguably has larger implications for the power-knowledge nexus (cf. Foucault) of such discourse. If we accept the basic premise that knowledge is subject to power relations and not some a priori to them, it must be agreed that internet debate and discussion can have a radical impact on the perception of power and its exercise. In enabling (to use the most value neutral term) wider access to debate on a given issue, the internet can be seen to impact on the subjective perception of those with power and influence over the issue by the interlocutors engaging in the ambiguous subjective-objective internet debate. This is perhaps a common sense observation (as much Foucaultian thought tends to be, when it is boiled down into non-jargon). Basically, by enabling a quasi-public yet unofficial discourse, the internet devalues the more meaningful and official channels of communication. Such a thing as a Facebook debate allows one to vent steam and/or give one’s reasoned opinion yet the creation of the post is implicitly the end-in-itself. It is an expression of a view, that is all. Thus, such a contribution lacks influence since it bypasses or fails to engage with the prime decision makers with influence over the given issue. Therefore the individual feels they have said their piece – to borrow some imagery from here and there – they feel purged and redeemed by contributing, yet their contribution is inherently meaningless unless the forum they contribute to has some official sanction (for a brilliant examples of such fora, see http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=35134540250&ref=ts, or http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=42309175229&ref=ts).

Furthermore, as I pondered at the start of this article, contribution to non-official, private message boards, I would argue possess an inherently narcissistic element. Furthermore, the fact that anyone can contribute, but that contribution provides no meaningful goal or objective – such as a petition or letter might – the contribution and, implicitly, its content is rendered meaningless. Simply another bit of flotsam and jetsam floating out there in internet land, clogging up our bitrates.(see many topics on the ‘Pluto isn’t a planet anymore’ Facebook group – one of the most bizarre fora for engaging in moral/social/political/religious debates, http://www.facebook.com/board.php?uid=2207893888&f=2&start=30&hash=5392502bdfdf1843250d046fd643fa08).

Of course, the fact I have chosen this forum to express my dissatisfaction and objections, is perhaps a beautiful piece of irony, or blatant hypocrisy. Any suggestions?

All links are, to my knowledge, to public sites. No copyright infringement or offence intended.

That Moment

In Creative Distraction on June 2, 2008 at 11:53 pm

This post will be short mostly because I only have about five minutes to get it in before today is finished. Today I finished my exams and was freeee at last (in this context, with that echo, that IS how you spell free)! Its a weird thing, because now I realize just how much all the things I’ve been meaning to do over the last two weeks have been piling up… I guess the hard work is about to begin… Byee!!

The Hour Is Near

In Creative Distraction, The Good, the Bad and the Banal on May 30, 2008 at 5:05 pm

It is coming. You can smell it on the breeze. The horror and the darkness and the dread. A fear so terrible that many wish themselves dead to avoid even a whiff of it. That’s right, the 20th Century Intellectual History exam is approaching. The ground shakes as it advances and my ears echo with the sound of drums, the drums of war.

Existentialism and Critical Theory stalk the city.

Will Cardiff ever be safe again?

Cookery

In A Beginners Guide to Philosophy, Creative Distraction, Health versus Alcohol on May 28, 2008 at 4:13 pm

As a nice contrast from writing out revision notes and calling it a blog, I’m going to talk about food for a bit. This will not only demonstrate that I am a balanced individual with a variety of interests but also hopefully stop phrases like Beauvoirian feminism, the Great Incarceration and Three Phases of Infantile Libidinal Development from cluttering up my consciousness. Since my brain is experiencing the philosophical equivalent of a force 10 gale at the moment (cue: falling trees, thunder, lightning and dooooom), it should help everything feel better, hopefully.

OK, food, now where was I…? Colours, that was it! Have you noticed that the more colours there are in a meal, the better it tastes? The logic seems to work like this. A uni-colour meal has very little flavour, or excitement. Bi-colourity on the other hand can either indicate a fusion of eclectic textures, tastes and olfactory notions (aka smells), or something a little dull.

This leads me to postulate the significance of different colours. A meal which is mostly one shade of green (which we’ll call, for sake of argument, ‘lettuce green’) will generally not be that pleasant and/or exciting. Similarly, with the exception of quiche (see below), beige coloured foods on their own or with only the simplest of additions are, to be frank, quite rank. Anyone who lived with me in year one or two will doubtless have observed the rankness which I addressed by the laughingly polite title of ‘pasta with sauce’ (spaghetti, tomato puree, cheese).

This leaves us with muticolourity (which I think looks better as multicolarity, so that’s what I’ll call it). Multicolarity is a plate and/or dish which contains three colours or more. For example, meat (I don’t know much about this), green beans and yorkshire puddings (or quorn, if you’re one of those, we all know who you are). Similarly, although the outer appearance of quiche is one of uniform brown-and-beige dullness (or black, if you forget its in the oven), inside it is a delicious yummy eggy yellow suffused with whatever your particular penache for pastry-covered dishes happens to be. Cheese on toast, with onions, is a further case in point. And any good salad must have at least three colours. I would indeed be tempted to complain about vegetation selections which did not reach this stringent criteria, since it is wholly likely that they will (a) ming, as the youth of today say, and (b) that they will come in a Fort Knox style polythene container which renders the veggie goodness within unattainable.

At this point I tend to resort to sharp objects and return to the question. It should be stressed that multicolarity can be taken too far. For instance, the addition of certain brightly coloured ingredients to any dish is likely to render them inedible. As a guide, the addition of green mouthwash to plain beige pasta will not liven up the taste-experience, even if you sautee it. Although adding a toothpaste topping to a particularly uninteresting quiche may be a worthwhile experiment.

Potato wedges or roast potatoes should not be livened up with shaving foam. Equally, adding laptop, television, CD-Roms or newspapers to any dishes is to be discouraged, particularly at the preparation stage. The two exceptions to these are fish and chips, which have to be constituted to an approximate ratio of 1 part fish to 3 parts chips to 2 parts soggy papier mache from the newspaper which ‘wraps’ them up.

The second example is TV dinners, in which case any level of multicolarity (even to the mouthwash and shaving foam level) will not improve their flavour in any way whatsoever.

Now back to Beauvoir…

Creative Distraction

In Creative Distraction on May 23, 2008 at 12:36 pm

EXAMINER: “You may now turn over your exam papers…”

With a deft flick of the wrist, I turn over the paper and examine the questions. Things don’t look good. Its that awful moment where I look and see lots of familiar things, but all approached from maddening angles which my revision has obviously missed. I glance back at the rubric (good word, rubric) on the cover and curse my ability to distract myself with parentheses.

It says (among other things):

  • There are TEN questions.
  • Answer TWO questions.
  • You have TWO hours.

I sigh and set about the questions, there must be something I can answer here…

  1. Why is it so hard to focus? 
  2. “Distraction from Revision can appear more productive than revision itself.” Discuss
  3. “The average undergraduate is beset by alcohol induced inertia.” Do you agree or disagree with this statement? Discuss in relation to two subjects and/or beverages.
  4. “Highlighters are central to academic study.” Defend this statement with reference to the four key goals of highlighter deployment.
  5. To what extent has the electronic age revolutionised modern learning method?
  6. “The internet has benefited the procratinator and masturbator more than the serious scholar.” Discuss.
  7. Critically evaluate the merits of two distraction techniques from the following: (a) Blue-tak (b) Alchohol (c) Facebook) or (d) Wikipedia.
  8. Demonstrate with appropriate formulae and graphs the inverse relationship between number of pages read and amount of information absorbed.
  9. “Alchohol, sex and doodling destroyed my degree.” Evaluate the importance of this statement by a sorry and failed under-graduate on finding out just how much the last three years of hedonism has cost him.
  10. Is the following quote from Boffin (1987) an accurate portrayal of your emotional state as you enter this exam: “You’re going to fail, you little shit. You really are and you know it. And that’s what makes setting this paper so deliciously enjoyable. Watching you squirm there from my desk at the front, like some sort of God… Why did you do a degree anyway?”

I digested these for several moments. There were advantages in the last one – the ‘failure’ question – but glancing round, I could see that the girl next to me was starting on that one. And judging by the fevered expressions which the diagonal line of sight afforded me across the space of the examination hall, it was probably going to be quite a popular one… Therefore, more people will answer it. Thus, more clever people will answer it. Basically, I’d be screwed to go for that one…

And then question 7) caught my eye. Then I realised everyone would answer it on Facebook and  alcohol – but that was all I’d revised. I made a few notes on blue-tak, then switched to paper because the letters showed up easier.

No use, no easy essay in that one. Perhaps I’d just have to swallow my pride, follow the herd and answer the ‘you’re going to fail, you little shit’ question after all. Maybe I could find a new angle – perhaps I could disprove the question…

Over an hour into the exam, I finished my first paper. I argued that, despite not having a shower, I didn’t really resemble a little shit and therefore the question provided a misleading impression. And then some stuff I half remembered about teachers not being allowed to swear. Phew, glad that’s over… Now to make my second choice…

Although I was initially drawn to the first question – why is it so hard to focus? – it occurred to me that since I had answered one question successfully already, that implied I could focus and would be logically incompatible with choosing question 1 as my second option. Bugger.

That left me with questions 4 on highlighters, and the two distraction questions – 6 and 9. But after some furious doodling, I found myself unable to concentrate on the latter so I tried to remember the four key goals of highlighter deployment – well, rigour, accuracy and differentiation were obvious – but no idea what the fourth one was… Best to leave that one then… Golly, only half an hour left, perhaps I should’ve left doodling till after the exam…

I settled on question six and made up half of the answer, though some of my doodling helped with the second part of the question. Finally, those hallowed and horrible words were declared…

“Put your pens DOWN and stop WRITING” 

I made a mental note to look up the fourth highlighter principle when I got home and then kicked myself when I realised it was ‘don’t loose the lids’.

Oh well, off to the pub I thought. And then wondered, after those two hours of hell, ‘is that really sensible?’ I’ve got general time-wasting the day after tomorrow and the philosophers of study avoidance a few days after that.

I mean, its not like they can make you resit an examination in procrastination, is it? Its not like doing it all again is going to improve your marks when the study guide suggests you distract yourself as much as possible. Then again, I thought after my fifth pint, perhaps I’m taking that advice a little bit too literally…

Onto the sambuca.

Reformation of Manners

In Creative Distraction, Religion and the Decline of Magic on May 22, 2008 at 2:09 pm

OK, so the title is just what I happen to be revising at the moment. Technically, I think my SROM revision is done, but I would probably get some odd comments if I labelled this post ‘Infanticide’ since that is what I’m currently revising. The blog has been ‘down’ for a few days due to vital revision/procrastination activities (and hangovers), but I’m going to endeavor to post something different, exciting and new as often as possible throughout the next few weeks of exams.

Exciting thing 1: New Union building plans discussed at Student Council. Given that I tend to like a fight, I was surprised that there didn’t seem to be anyone representing the 2,000 strong OUTRAGE contingent. There was almost a mature and sensible debate going on, and a general lack of OUTRAGE. This pleased me because although OUTRAGE sounds funny, it can be quite trying on the nerves to be in the company of a lot of people suffering from OUTRAGE. I can only presume that OUTRAGE at the Union plans only went as far as Facebook, which is almost as ironic/oxymoronic as the comment along the lines that many people were ‘actively protesting on Facebook.’ Presumably, since I last read the dictionary, the new definition of OUTRAGE is ’setting up a Facebook group with the word OUTRAGE in the title.’ Of course, this is not to say that Facebook cannot contribute to any form of debate/discussion/development of the plans (or any other issue for that matter), simply that a group with OUTRAGE in the title which contained a letter which conflated homosexuality and building plans maybe is not making such a constructive contribution to the process. Homosexual architecture fetishists must have been happy with that.

Exciting thing 2: Xpress Speech handover meeting yesterday. For no good reason, I’m going to write this in the style of the chapter headings in the Moist von Lipwig Discworld books by Terry Pratchett:

Plans to book Richard Wilson (English lecturer, apparently some sort of God) for radio show (TO BE CONFIRMED) — the many ways to outwit security and gain access to the studio at weekends considered — no swearing — a big bag of scripts — the curse of the soap — technical hitches and their manifold joys –producers and the usefulness of — ‘is it a lemon or an orange?’ — formal forms are formulated — the library and its stultifying dullness — delegation and its benefits — disadvantages with being one person and not two — the Quiz.

Exciting thing number three – New Doctor Who Box Set in my possession. Featuring: Sontarans in the following: The Time Warrior (classic), Sontaran Experiment (classic), Invasion of Time (less classic), The Two Doctors (classic, ish). I should clarify, in my possession indicates that I have purchased said item and not that it fell into my hands by some nefarious process.

Incidentally, due to this new purchase, I am currently selling my existing (good as new) DVD copy of The Two Doctors for £15 of your English pounds (RRP in HMV: £20). Its a two disc set and has only been viewed once. Get in touch if you’re interested. :-)

Exciting thing number four: It has occurred to me that the IF (Interesting Fact) scale which was formulated last month has been superseded by the Exciting Thing scale (or ET scale, if you prefer). In future posts, I will of course make it clear which scale I am employing on an appropriate and intersubjective basis with the possibility of developing a rational consensus model of truth statements which can be logically proved or disproved in order to make an appropriate selection between ET and IF scales. This will be clarified at a later point.

That seems to be about all the IF/ETs I have to share at the moment, so until the next time,

Byee!

Criminal Mastermind?

In Creative Distraction on May 19, 2008 at 12:09 am

Its that point in revision where you think “have I done enough?” Where you wake screaming in the night, knowing you haven’t. Where the mere thought of opening a book brings you out in cold sweats and a faint sense of dread pervades the desk. This is it. The moment of dread… into the exam!

And I’ve got two weeks and a bit till the bloody thing. It seems when the Time Table Gurus of University Administration looked down from on high onto the student body it appeared unto them in their majesty that early modern Crime and twentieth century intellectual history were not options which many students opted for. And lo, the Great Gurus of Time did decree that the exam of intellectual history from the century of 20 and the history of crime from the centuries both 15, 16 and further 17, should be placed within two days of each other.

And thus it came to pass that there was great terror and smiting in the heart of Hector. And yet also, lo, great anger and rage and hatred at the Gurus that did make the Table of Time for it was they that had decreed that he would have a paltry day – and a Sunday at that – between his first excursion to the land of Exam and his Second journey into that Place.*

And yet because it was decreed, it was so. And I had to live with it.

 

* At this point, I was distracted by invites (1) to go to town, (2) to watch Dr Who (v v good), (3) to eat pizza, (4) to watch My Name is Earl (v funny), (5) to go to the park, (6) to play frisbee, (7) to play piggy in the middle (I was in the middle, mostly), (8) to play 40-40 (like we were all 8 years old again! :-) ) and (9) to go to the pub, before finally (10) to finish this.

G’night!

Time

In Creative Distraction on May 15, 2008 at 2:36 pm

OK, anyone reading this for any sort of information on chronology/clocks/time-keeping should probably stop now. The title was purely random and based on the fact I’d just looked at my watch and was stuck for a blog-idea. Random ideas have a certain power, and in this case, at this point in our multiplicitous universe, the hypothetical title of ‘time’ was indeed employed.

Of course, if we take quantum theory at face value, then in a myriad other Universes, I did not make that decision, this blog is entitled ’sausages’, ‘Jesus’ or ‘ectoplasm’. 

Random choices have consequences (so do planned choices, but don’t interrupt my flow now). Where was I…?

Random choices have consequences, sometimes foreseen, sometimes unforeseen. That sounded a lot more profound in my head than it now looks on the screen, but not being one to edit, I’m going to blithely plough on.

So…

 

You might have guessed several things from the paltry nature of this post so far:

  1.  I have not encountered a single IF today
  2. I have not done anything particularly interesting
  3. I do not even (and this is rare) have some mindlessly idiosyncratic of pointless idea to share
  4. I have a general lack of motivation
  5. I generally wish to avoid revision
  6.  I haven’t yet seen fit to finish this list, even though it is clearly already pretty exhaustive
  7. I could go on with another number
  8. I’m now wondering if I could reach ten, with something meaningful though
  9. I could tell you that today is International Chewing Gum day. Fact.
  10. As you can see, I gave up on thinking about something meaningful to fill up this list.
  11. Golly, 11), I made it! YEY!

That woop of joy suggests just how much emotional investment I have made in this post for today (not much to be honest). It is interesting how wierd (and egocentric) it feels to write nine lines all beginning with the word ‘I’ (or the perpendicular pronoun, if you prefer to call it that). As Dr Who once said, ‘three ‘I’s in one breath, makes you sound a rather egotistical young lady…’

Byee! 

Unproductiveness, the Value of

In Creative Distraction on May 11, 2008 at 10:15 pm

It is a routine observation that many things – from wealth to health to happiness – can be conveniently displayed on a standard x-y axis graph, with (hypothetically) -1 as the most negative, least desired score, and +1 as the most desired or positive value. The same is demonstrably true with productivity. For example, yesterday was probably a +.7 (to 1s.f.) day since I got through a series of useful revisionish tasks as well as attending the wonderfully fun media awards. Today, on the other hand, is decidedly in the negative score. In fact, I would probably hypothesise (without the relevant scientific data, you understand) that today scores the inverse of yesterday at approximately -.7429 (ish, to 4s.f, or 4d.p).

I have productively read one article for crime revision. I have productively sat in the garden and listened to music. I have productively eaten ice cream and prepared a barbeque. I have productively done sod all all day and yet I would suggest that an inverse productivity to happiness correlation exists. For example, last night’s festivities were enormous fun, yet arguably probably not very productive vis-a-vis the impending examinations (of doom). Similarly, the ice cream, barbeque, music and garden did little to contribute to my overall productivity and yet were vastly enjoyable. Thus, happiness (H) is inverse to productivity (P).

As the intelligent among you may be aware, such a statement is only valid in the short term. Thus, we need to introduce a third variable, on which both H and P are dependent. For simplicity’s sake, and because its the coolest letter to use in any sort of algebra, I will describe this phenomenon as ‘n’. ‘n’ is the period of time over which one wishes to measure overall happiness into the future. Thus, if n<1, h is inverse to p,  but 1>n, p correlates directly to h with an even distribution.

Thus, h / n is greater if p>1>, but over less amounts of time (say n = 2 days), h is inverse to p. Ironically, this selection of badly edited maths has decreased p further, thus affecting my overall h / n, yet leading to a temporary rise in h over a shorter n time period, since h is inversely proportional to p over 1<n (where one is an unspecified measure of time).
I would expand this further, but I may be in danger of failing my degree if I do!

Byee!

H:-) / n = p et al

This is England

In Creative Distraction, Health versus Alcohol on May 10, 2008 at 12:55 pm

OK, I was stuck for a post title and I’m actually in Wales. The song just happened to be on my iPod (‘This is England’ by the Clash, incidentally). Since I’m feeling lazy I could just paste the lyrics below, because they’re really quite genius in my opinion. But no, I’m going to be a good blogger and actually write something. First off (see post from last month), have I learnt any IFs recently? Not really, although apparently everyone thinks my new (no, I can’t work it, no, I didn’t know it could do that…) camera is very cool (its a Fuji Finepix SLR digital, thats as far as my technical knowledge goes I’m afraid). Secondly, I’ve had a very productive morning combining the joys of Facebook with printing out, annotating and folderising my revision.

Yet another minorly OCD trait there, incidentally (and don’t laugh, too loudly). My concentration is distracted if my revision notes are not:

  1. Organised by topic (obvious, but it really winds me up if they’re mixed up… Don’t get me started on notes which are relevant to two topics, that is a photocopying and annotation nightmare)
  2. Printed in bold, with underline for important words
  3. Arranged in a complex series of different bullet points (and these follow the same pattern throughout the document, for example, solid black dot, white dot, arrow, asterisk, dependent on the importance of the point).
  4. Stored with each topic in a discreet folder (stapled to any reading lists ON THE OUTSIDE)
  5. Golly, I’ve reached 5. That’s quite impressively sad.
  6. Any series of points is contained on one page and the page break neatly correlates with a break in the notes, (for example, the end of a point
I probably could continue, but I won’t. You get the gist anyway. Other revision tactics include:
  1. Best concentration when (i.e. I think I won’t work if I’m not) listening to a limited selection of music (mainly Beatles, for some reason)
  2. Highlighters lined up in sequence, with the clip of the lid uppermost and the brand name, not the barcode side visible, cap first on the edge of my desk
  3. Desk completely bare at the start and finish of every day (as if perhaps my notes might vanish if I don’t tidy them away every night)
  4. Any timetable, schedule plans bluetacked to my wall (of decreasing importance from just above eye-level downwards)
  5. Important timetables/documents copied and stuck in three places (at least) on my door, or beside it, directly in front of my bed when I wake up, above my desk.
  6. Again, I’ve reached six without really trying, that is depressing…
  7. I also have a highlighter pen specifically for crossing things off to-do lists and deadlines lists.
  8. Oh, and I’ve recently got into the habit of obsessively straightening and tidying the various cables from my TV, laptop, printer, EHD, fairy lights. Although that might be a procrastination tool
Bizarrely, after completing all these little tasks (and a million others which it would be just a tad too anal to list), I still seem to lead a fairly messy life. Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something…
Incidentally, it has occured to me that listing ones own anal and obsessive features (anally and obsessively) on a blog is pretty much the most anal and obsessive sort of list possible. But whether that is ironic or apt, I’m not entirely sure.
Perhaps I’ll settle on the middle ground that ‘its all a bit pointless really’.

O O T D

In Creative Distraction, Observations on April 29, 2008 at 3:34 pm

OOTD. No, not a misspelling of those squid-faced aliens (great description, should use it more often, and not just about the Ood) from Doctor Who. O O T D stands for One Of Those Days, and I know some people might be picky and say that the second O should not be capitalised, as in Ministry of Defence (MoD), but all I have to say to them is OOTD for now, because it is OOTD and, really them pointing out the capitalisation issue is pretty much a perfect demonstration of what OOTD should be like.

OOTD are interesting in some ways. Some people say OOTD; for example, I’m sure after a hard day’s mountain rescuing or fire-fighting, many people go home and – when asked ‘how was your day mountain fighting or fire rescuing?’ they reply simply with ‘OOTD’. But since my life is exceptionally duller than that, OOTD loses a certain, shall we say, excitement or interest whatsoever.

Getting up late doesn’t help. Not having much of a plan and a lot of things to do is an absolute killer. Skipping food yesterday probably didn’t help. Lazing around watching DVDs is a good indicator of OOTD as well. So is looking deliberately for distractions of any sort.

OOTD thus manifests itself in a feeling of absence, vagueness and general lack of motivation. Sometimes the OOTD trigger can be quite simple – for a start, I’m sure my iPod’s random shuffle this morning didn’t help (Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd, followed by Carry Me (Levellers), That Which I Have Lost (George Harrison) and It Hurts (Angels + Airwaves). After that playlist, I decided to put on loud cheery songs and jump around for a bit.

Some people would probably observe that as a symptom as well. The weather doesn’t help either. OOTDs can be easily dealt with in the sun, or the rain is an equally good (Plathesque) cleanser. But for now, I’m sort of stuck with analysing my wearisome nature on this blog. Hohum. Perhaps a jog or the gym might be a good cure. Except I’m broke, so it’s going to be a jog. Or maybe chocolate (see earlier post, in particular on the health benefits).

Or I should just do a To Do list and get on with it. I guess its ironic (and appropriate) that doing the TD fixes the OOTD.

xHx