I haven't listened to Cardiacs for a while. I think i over did it. That, and the fact that their lead singer, Timmy Smith, is very ill and there probably won't be any new Cardiacs albums for a while, if ever.
I urge you to listen to some Cardiacs if you can. It's not everyone's cuppa splosh but it may just yank your chain.
So here is my idea of a compilation for you. It will give you a good introduction to Cardiacs, and to go along with it, i'll give you an insight into the songs and my take on them.
I'd start with:
1) Baby Heart Dirt from On Land And In The Sea.
Timmy Smith is a fan of literature and poetry. The rumour goes that Baby Heart Dirt are three words found on the same page of a Charles Dickens novel, though i forget which one. He obviously just saw them and thought they looked good together. Initially i thought it was a William Burroughs style cut up.
The track itself displays most things Cardiacs deal with; a flirtation with ska, plenty of odd time signatures and atonal riffery.
RB thinks that at one point this track sounds like a news bulletin. Ever since she said that it's all i can think about when i hear it but don't let this stop you. This is a great place to start.
2) Tarred And Feathered - Single
The riff to Tarred And Feathered is a joy to listen to, and a wonder to think how it was composed. At points it sounds like a Tom & Jerry soundtrack. It's also one of the few tracks where you are aware that Cardiacs did have a percussionist at one point, Tim Quy. Some splendid lyrics with this, " A slice of life, a piece of mind, laid on a plate of my own kind, i take a key from the gravy and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in. " They should be made to study this stuff for an English Degree.
3) Big Ship - Single
This is the first song i ever heard from Cardiacs. The pleasure for me? It was live too. They were supporting the Wildhearts and i desperately wanted to get there early and hear what the Cardiacs were all about. Sadly, my travelling companions both dillied and dallied and we got there for Cardiac's last song. This was it. I remember standing there in awe saying to myself, "You can't use those chords. Not in that order. And you certainly can't change them there." But Cardiacs were doing, in magnificient style, flanked by two female singers who occasionally added to the cacophony by banging on big bass drums. When the end Coda came in with "All of the noise take me to the outside where there's all creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy all around the world. On land and in the sea", there was a party of 5 or 6 at the front singing it at the top of their voices and it was quite something, as even though they were small in numbers they made it sound like a congregation in church praising the Lord.
Some say this song is about a visit to the dentist and it wouldn't suprise me. It starts with "Pretty teeth scrape-y clean with a wind up machine", and there's evidence in the lines "We grin like alligators, assist with apparatus", and, "The room's too warm and lit with McDonald's lighting".
So it looks like it could be dental, until it goes on to "...the tool forever falls down, planes against the grain of the wood of the box for my soul, And my aching heart..."
Over to you with that one.
4) The Duck And Roger The Horse - from On Land And In The Sea
If you ever wanted to hear madness, this is it. Beginning with unsettling whispers and keyboard riffs in the background, it suddenly explodes across your speakers with Tim yelling "Duck tells me i must look a treat, i look my best so i tell him" and gets even more bizarre from there. Music stops and starts for no reason and melodies and hooks fly in and out of the shop for no reason i can fathom except that they work. Then, after a circus style melody, the music goes heavy as a very heavy object but instead of Tim screaming about being one step closer to the edge and about to break, he chooses to yell "Horsey going round with his little wheel on the floor sulking in the cupboard is a horsey going round with his little wheel on the floor" etc Not quite appealing to the emo crowd there. At the end, a very warm bass note fades in. From an album with very brittle production, it's probably the warmest thing on there. When heard at volume, it can make your bowels loosen. Recommended.
5) RES - I choose the live version from Garage Concerts Vol ii
No-one really knows what RES stands for, though there's speculation that it's Really Easy Song. Of course that'd be a joke. Ha ha. RES is extremely complex, and this live version even more so. The riff sounds like something annoying a child would wind you up with if given a toy keyboard for Xmas. There's many different parts to this song, and i'd love to know how it was written, if it was just thrown together or if there was a master plan in Timmy's mind. I'd guess at the latter. This version sadly doesn't feature the grand, bold trumpets that blast from the studio version at the end, but it works for me due to its extended take on the riff, the guitars filling in for trumpets, and the fact that it has the extended ending. Oh to be able to play this live.
6) Stoneage Dinosaurs - from Songs for Ships and Irons
Mr. Smith seems to be infatuated with the two world wars, and you'll find reference to them in many Cardiacs songs. I believe this song is about people whose stars have faded, and have sunk into obscurity. There's so much space in this song, and it feels like the chord changes are one too many. Like it doesn't fit, but it does........beautifully. The two first lines here "Wishing for money, is a man growing old and he, breaks our knife edge, with his care for the ordinary" are stunning. By the end of the song, there's so many string overdubs it's hard to tell what's the melody but as i said previously, it all works. Also, the sax solo makes me want to learn sax so i can transfer it to guitar, just like Allan Holdsworth does for all you Jazz / Fusion fans.
7) Fiery Gun Hand - from Sing To God Part 1
As with a lot of favourite songs i suppose, this reminds me of a particular time. Frenzy had gone to the Channel Islands to play some gigs and i had this song on constant repeat on the mp3 player. I was fascinated with it. The guitar solo is amazing, and it becomes even more so when you hear that 'Random' Jon Poole (for tis his name) laid down a guitar solo one night and was absolutely chuffed with it. Claimed it to be the best thing he's ever done. He tottles off, Timmy gets on the mouse and proceeds to chop and cut up Poole's solo, re-arranging it all so it goes off in every direction. Next day, Random comes in and hears what Tim's done. I guess i would have been angry too, until i heard it. It's genius, no other word for it. No idea what it's about, though religion suggests itself in some of the lyrics.
8) Goodbye Grace - from Heaven Born and Ever Bright
This is a break up song. And it's a Cardiacs break up song, so it's nothing Bridget Jones would put on. Not sure where the chorus is, but once i realised it was a break up song, the lyrics "Goodbye grace, lost my face, burned it shrivelled in the human waste" made sense. I realised it was about burning photographs and putting them in the bin. Also he sings "You wanted it too, didn't you dear? Yes say goodbye", as if to express regret at what's happened but that it's best for both of them, and that he was the first to spot the signs so put it into action. While the track is chaos from start to finish, there is a break down and it's here that i think Tim puts his finest lyrical moment (that's saying something), when he says " Put a hand to a heart, And a heart beats a path for a soul, A solitary cloud, A love of a life in a world of it's own". And, when someone does leave you they create a world without you, and that can be as painful as the break up. There's references to dogs in this song which you may think could be about who keeps the family pet, but Tim makes reference to dogs in many Cardiacs songs. Here, he sings "Comes his eyes, comes his fur, comes the ugly dog, HIDE" And the first time he sings the word hide, he holds it for 13 beats, the second time - 29 beats. Why?
9) Bell Clinks - from Sing To God Part 2
"Isn't life a breeze when the treasures in the trees, and i possess longer arms than you or anyone else?"
Nuff said
10) Dirty Boy - from Sing To God Part 2
This song is Epic with a capital EEEEEE. I'm rather chuffed with this, as on a Cardiacs forum i correctly worked out what this was about, where others had failed. Mwahahaha. It's about a boy who is born into a religious family and gets caught masturbating over racy magazines so his parents kill him. "Spiny grip brings all, off Mister Regal Jelly in hand" Masturbation, right? When this album was released people said this song could not be played live. Cardiacs proved them wrong, and i've been lucky enough to witness it. In the middle of this song, there is a section that ascends one semi-tone each time around, adding more layers of music as it goes. Eventually it just has to give in, seemingly under it's own weight. Like a song reaching light speed and therefore infinite mass. At the end, there's a note that is held by Tim for over two minutes. Obviously it was studio trickery, but the waves and warbles and vibrato in his voice make it seem very real. Live, the two girls seem to circle each other with it, but it all still works. If you look up the word 'Etheral' in the dictionary, there should be a speaker with this song playing next to it.
11) The Everso Closely Guarded Line - from On Land And In The Sea
To me, this is the sound of someone going mad. And prehaps the everso closely guarded line is the line between sanity and insanity. Tim shrieks that there is life in him left, and at one point instead of a lyric there's just the sound of laughter. I hope there is life in Tim left, and that he recovers from his stroke as well as can be expected.
Now i know i've left out a bunch of great stuff. Including my funeral song, "The Whole World Window". But, this isn't my idea of a best of, it's an introduction and a way in. Cardiacs songs are now up on iTunes, so download these, in this order, and enjoy the madness.
Monday, 26 April 2010
Thursday, 22 April 2010
A Patriot's Call
As i glanced at the back pages of some newspapers in the library today, i noted that it hadn't taken long to fall out of the minds of the media. Roughly three days. Two in some.
Once again it was football football football that dominated the proceedings. Lots of money thrown about. Lots of tantrums. Lots of grown men old enough to know better. Like me.
What transpired at the weekend in China was forgotten about. I refer to a British sporting triumph.....a one-two for British drivers in the F 1 Grand Prix. The cherry on this sweet, sweet cake? The team was British too.
As a fan of F1, i thought it marvellous. It is tinged with the blue grey tint of sadness though, as this achievment was met almost with indifference by much of the population. BRITAIN dominated. Is that not a reason for the sporty to be cheerful?
Later on this year, a bunch of over-paid nancy boys head out to South Africa to try and win the World Cup. People say we have a chance. They say that every year.
I remember the last one.....we were let off work early if we wanted to watch the game (I did then!), we were allowed late back from lunch if a game was on. The sport dominated the front pages and reduced grown men to tears when they finally realised we were rubbish.
If we get to the Semi-finals in footy, i'm sure it'll be all over the news for weeks. We always seem to reward losers in this country which makes me wonder when i'll be getting paid. If we WIN, i imagine there'll be a national holiday and everyone's wildest dreams will come true.
Its a long shot of course. I can't see it myself. I do know however, that we have a sport that Britain is currently excelling at, and i wish as much attention and newspaper pages were lavished upon it as they are on football.
My Two Cents if you're interested....we will never be world beaters at football because the Premiership signs shed loads of foreign players. We teach them how to be good, ignoring our own talent. Then in the World Cup these players use the skills they learned from English clubs against England. Therein lies the rub. By all means have foreign players, but don't go crying when your national team sucks.
Once again it was football football football that dominated the proceedings. Lots of money thrown about. Lots of tantrums. Lots of grown men old enough to know better. Like me.
What transpired at the weekend in China was forgotten about. I refer to a British sporting triumph.....a one-two for British drivers in the F 1 Grand Prix. The cherry on this sweet, sweet cake? The team was British too.
As a fan of F1, i thought it marvellous. It is tinged with the blue grey tint of sadness though, as this achievment was met almost with indifference by much of the population. BRITAIN dominated. Is that not a reason for the sporty to be cheerful?
Later on this year, a bunch of over-paid nancy boys head out to South Africa to try and win the World Cup. People say we have a chance. They say that every year.
I remember the last one.....we were let off work early if we wanted to watch the game (I did then!), we were allowed late back from lunch if a game was on. The sport dominated the front pages and reduced grown men to tears when they finally realised we were rubbish.
If we get to the Semi-finals in footy, i'm sure it'll be all over the news for weeks. We always seem to reward losers in this country which makes me wonder when i'll be getting paid. If we WIN, i imagine there'll be a national holiday and everyone's wildest dreams will come true.
Its a long shot of course. I can't see it myself. I do know however, that we have a sport that Britain is currently excelling at, and i wish as much attention and newspaper pages were lavished upon it as they are on football.
My Two Cents if you're interested....we will never be world beaters at football because the Premiership signs shed loads of foreign players. We teach them how to be good, ignoring our own talent. Then in the World Cup these players use the skills they learned from English clubs against England. Therein lies the rub. By all means have foreign players, but don't go crying when your national team sucks.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Lead By The TV
As i drive round these days i notice a disturbing number of Conservative Billboards that are being defaced. Usually with witty slogans or a play on words. Sometimes there's even a crude and hilarious drawing of the male reproductive organ.
While i whole heartedly endorse expression, i do find it odd that the people doing this, and those that encourage it, are in the 18 - 22 age group.....in this area anyway....please don't ask how i know.
To me, this is like kids of that age wearing Nirvana t shirts at festivals. Or, even better, those that wear some kind of Kurt Cobain memorial shirt. Thing is fellas, you weren't alive....or if you were it was only just....when Kurt found a way out through heroin and a shotgun.
So while it's entirely possible to love a band that aren't around anymore, it just strikes me as a little weird seeing these kids in those shirts.
And i apply it here to the Tories. People aged 18 - 22 were not old enough to really know just how brilliantly or badly the Tories ran the country. Let's see, if you're 22 then you were born roughly 1988. If you're 18 then you weren't born until 1992. This was after the last recession. New Labour came in with Blair in 1997.....
So, i'm not saying you haven't read history books but.....do you really know what you're rebelling against? It feels like second hand information to me. I don't mind people slagging Tory, but i wish they'd put an equal amount of defacing effort and bad-mouthing into Labour. They have done nothing worse than anything Conservative did IN MY OPINION.
Now i know i know.....the Miners right? And some might say....the Falklands. But hey, we're fighting a war right now too so i guess that doesn't count right?
I'm all for worker's rights.....lotta rights here isnt there?.......but people only really get a potted history of that. It usually runs along the lines of......Hard working miners went on strike to get better pay so Maggie Thatcher let them starve and shut down their industry.
Not entirely true. Look back further and you'll see some things that might give you a clearer view.
Besides, a lot of you trendy people out there are all for 'Green' power right? So you're against the coal industry by default. You should be glad they're not mining it anymore.
So firstly, for every Tory poster you deface, do me a favour and scrawl over a Labour one too.
Ta.
Next, i'd like to talk about the surge in popularity for Lib Dems.
This surge has only happened after Nick Clegg's performance on the live debate.
So it was the medium of Television that has worked in his favour.
To me, this is just wonderful. Once again people turn to the box for guidance on how to live their lives and form their opinions.
So the guy put up some good points.......i have a friend who is a terrific arguer. She can put her points across and no matter what subject....she'll usually win.
Does this make her a good leader?
No.
It makes her a good talker. Actions speak louder than.
This country is in the shit and i'm all for change. Lib Dems would be the most extreme change i can think of, as no-one's given them the opportunity before.
I can't help but feel Clegg's popularity has been brought about by our obsession with TV and our inability to differentiate between fact and fiction.
People are now turning to Clegg because he did well on TV. Ask them what his manifesto consists of and they'll struggle to answer.
I'm not painting myself whiter than white here. I don't know either. I just find it interesting.
As long as Gordon goes, i'll be smiling.
While i whole heartedly endorse expression, i do find it odd that the people doing this, and those that encourage it, are in the 18 - 22 age group.....in this area anyway....please don't ask how i know.
To me, this is like kids of that age wearing Nirvana t shirts at festivals. Or, even better, those that wear some kind of Kurt Cobain memorial shirt. Thing is fellas, you weren't alive....or if you were it was only just....when Kurt found a way out through heroin and a shotgun.
So while it's entirely possible to love a band that aren't around anymore, it just strikes me as a little weird seeing these kids in those shirts.
And i apply it here to the Tories. People aged 18 - 22 were not old enough to really know just how brilliantly or badly the Tories ran the country. Let's see, if you're 22 then you were born roughly 1988. If you're 18 then you weren't born until 1992. This was after the last recession. New Labour came in with Blair in 1997.....
So, i'm not saying you haven't read history books but.....do you really know what you're rebelling against? It feels like second hand information to me. I don't mind people slagging Tory, but i wish they'd put an equal amount of defacing effort and bad-mouthing into Labour. They have done nothing worse than anything Conservative did IN MY OPINION.
Now i know i know.....the Miners right? And some might say....the Falklands. But hey, we're fighting a war right now too so i guess that doesn't count right?
I'm all for worker's rights.....lotta rights here isnt there?.......but people only really get a potted history of that. It usually runs along the lines of......Hard working miners went on strike to get better pay so Maggie Thatcher let them starve and shut down their industry.
Not entirely true. Look back further and you'll see some things that might give you a clearer view.
Besides, a lot of you trendy people out there are all for 'Green' power right? So you're against the coal industry by default. You should be glad they're not mining it anymore.
So firstly, for every Tory poster you deface, do me a favour and scrawl over a Labour one too.
Ta.
Next, i'd like to talk about the surge in popularity for Lib Dems.
This surge has only happened after Nick Clegg's performance on the live debate.
So it was the medium of Television that has worked in his favour.
To me, this is just wonderful. Once again people turn to the box for guidance on how to live their lives and form their opinions.
So the guy put up some good points.......i have a friend who is a terrific arguer. She can put her points across and no matter what subject....she'll usually win.
Does this make her a good leader?
No.
It makes her a good talker. Actions speak louder than.
This country is in the shit and i'm all for change. Lib Dems would be the most extreme change i can think of, as no-one's given them the opportunity before.
I can't help but feel Clegg's popularity has been brought about by our obsession with TV and our inability to differentiate between fact and fiction.
People are now turning to Clegg because he did well on TV. Ask them what his manifesto consists of and they'll struggle to answer.
I'm not painting myself whiter than white here. I don't know either. I just find it interesting.
As long as Gordon goes, i'll be smiling.
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
A Temporal Blog
I derive a huge amount of pleasure from perusing bookshops. These days, i tend to favour second hand book stores as i'm more likely to afford something in there.
A few weeks ago, i had nothing to do before the bus came so i ventured into a second hand book store to kill some time and....well, you never know what you might stumble across.
My eyes fell upon a book, wedged tight between others. It had no dust jacket, just some dirty, faded gold lettering on its worn blue spine. The title of the book suggested it was something to do with time, and the manipulation of it. I picked it up and flicked through it. It read like The Philosophy Of Time Travel. The fictional book in the awesome film, Donnie Darko.
This was very exciting to me. I have a keen interest in the notion of time. Before i started this college course, i would often read books on physics - often related to the idea of time and how it works.
Here, you can cross over into philosophy. Does time have a beginning? Does it have an end? Is it a straight line or is it like a ball of string, every event happening at the same time?
To us humans, time is a thief. It steals your looks, it steals your mind. It steals your loved ones and your memories. It can also work in your favour.....time is a healer. Some memories are best left in the vaults of time. Time is the one constant. It's happening all the.....well, all the time.
Time is also relative, and Einstein described it beautifully. I shan't repeat him here, but rather just say time always goes fast when you don't want it to, and slows down when you wish it would just hurry the fuck up.
When i was a kid, i wished i could control time. I pictured it as a remote control. I could pause the class i was in, or fast foward through it. I pictured in my head what it would be like and thought it would be pretty damn cool. Then, Adam Sandler made a movie out of my idea called Click. A bad movie. And i didn't even get paid for it. Still, i guess being Adam Sandler is punishment enough, he doesn't need me ragging on him.
So this book. Its author claims that he had visions in his dreams. Visions which later turned out to be glimpses of the future. Before you do as i would have done, which is simply pass it off as a load of old twonk written by some daft clairvoyant in a sequin gown covered with felt half moons, i should say that the author was a respected scientist, and admits that he doesn't believe in such things himself.
It makes for an interesting read. Thing is.....he also tells you how to do it. I never remember my dreams. Not the ones at night anyway. I wake up and my head is already concentrating on the day, not what my brain just ticked over in the night. I dismiss dreams as simply that....the brain ticking over. My book tells me how to interpret the dreams, and how to then use that interpretation to prepare for future events.
Before any of you start thinking...."Better dream up the lottery results then hur hur hur"....i don't think it works like that. It works more on the idea that your path, your destiny is happening right now. Its already happened.
Picture time as a long, straight road. As you go past certain things, lamp posts, bushes, roadkill, you can see them as they approach, and when they go by you can see them in your rearview mirror. The idea is that time is just like that. Just because its gone past you, it doesnt mean it doesnt exist anymore. And, just as in a car....you can see things as they approach.
I struggle with the idea of fate. If i wrote you a note saying "You will die today". You might think, "Fuck this, i'll hide in the shed where nothing can get me"...and then the shed collapses on you and kills you. So, did i make you die? If i hadn't said anything, you wouldn't have been in the shed and you wouldn't have been killed. But, i knew you were going to die today and tried to warn you.
Its a head fuck. Of monumental proportions.
Do i want to know my own future? What good would it do if i can't stop it? If that time is running now, whatever mistakes i'm going to make.....i've made them already. It's done, and there's nothing i can do about it except be good enough to come into being and pass away at the right time in order to fulfil my obligation to that event.
Psychics are not very nice people. To claim to be able to communicate with a deceased child is very wrong. Unless its true. Which.....all things being equal.....it really isn't. Criss Angel, the rock star magician, did a fantastic thing on a show in America once. He offered Uri Geller (psychic) a MILLION DOLLARS if Uri could tell him what was written inside an envelope he was holding.
Of course, Derren Brown does these things all the time. But Derren is a magician, and he has numerous ways of doing it, none of which could be employed by Uri on the hop. Uri failed the challenge. Know what Criss had written in the envelope?
9/11
His point being, if anyone really was psychic they could have seen it coming and averted it.
Quite a good point. I'm not a fan of Criss Angel, but full marks to him there.
Scary stuff. Next time, i'll factor in the notion of parallel worlds.....that'll make the head hurt a little more.
A few weeks ago, i had nothing to do before the bus came so i ventured into a second hand book store to kill some time and....well, you never know what you might stumble across.
My eyes fell upon a book, wedged tight between others. It had no dust jacket, just some dirty, faded gold lettering on its worn blue spine. The title of the book suggested it was something to do with time, and the manipulation of it. I picked it up and flicked through it. It read like The Philosophy Of Time Travel. The fictional book in the awesome film, Donnie Darko.
This was very exciting to me. I have a keen interest in the notion of time. Before i started this college course, i would often read books on physics - often related to the idea of time and how it works.
Here, you can cross over into philosophy. Does time have a beginning? Does it have an end? Is it a straight line or is it like a ball of string, every event happening at the same time?
To us humans, time is a thief. It steals your looks, it steals your mind. It steals your loved ones and your memories. It can also work in your favour.....time is a healer. Some memories are best left in the vaults of time. Time is the one constant. It's happening all the.....well, all the time.
Time is also relative, and Einstein described it beautifully. I shan't repeat him here, but rather just say time always goes fast when you don't want it to, and slows down when you wish it would just hurry the fuck up.
When i was a kid, i wished i could control time. I pictured it as a remote control. I could pause the class i was in, or fast foward through it. I pictured in my head what it would be like and thought it would be pretty damn cool. Then, Adam Sandler made a movie out of my idea called Click. A bad movie. And i didn't even get paid for it. Still, i guess being Adam Sandler is punishment enough, he doesn't need me ragging on him.
So this book. Its author claims that he had visions in his dreams. Visions which later turned out to be glimpses of the future. Before you do as i would have done, which is simply pass it off as a load of old twonk written by some daft clairvoyant in a sequin gown covered with felt half moons, i should say that the author was a respected scientist, and admits that he doesn't believe in such things himself.
It makes for an interesting read. Thing is.....he also tells you how to do it. I never remember my dreams. Not the ones at night anyway. I wake up and my head is already concentrating on the day, not what my brain just ticked over in the night. I dismiss dreams as simply that....the brain ticking over. My book tells me how to interpret the dreams, and how to then use that interpretation to prepare for future events.
Before any of you start thinking...."Better dream up the lottery results then hur hur hur"....i don't think it works like that. It works more on the idea that your path, your destiny is happening right now. Its already happened.
Picture time as a long, straight road. As you go past certain things, lamp posts, bushes, roadkill, you can see them as they approach, and when they go by you can see them in your rearview mirror. The idea is that time is just like that. Just because its gone past you, it doesnt mean it doesnt exist anymore. And, just as in a car....you can see things as they approach.
I struggle with the idea of fate. If i wrote you a note saying "You will die today". You might think, "Fuck this, i'll hide in the shed where nothing can get me"...and then the shed collapses on you and kills you. So, did i make you die? If i hadn't said anything, you wouldn't have been in the shed and you wouldn't have been killed. But, i knew you were going to die today and tried to warn you.
Its a head fuck. Of monumental proportions.
Do i want to know my own future? What good would it do if i can't stop it? If that time is running now, whatever mistakes i'm going to make.....i've made them already. It's done, and there's nothing i can do about it except be good enough to come into being and pass away at the right time in order to fulfil my obligation to that event.
Psychics are not very nice people. To claim to be able to communicate with a deceased child is very wrong. Unless its true. Which.....all things being equal.....it really isn't. Criss Angel, the rock star magician, did a fantastic thing on a show in America once. He offered Uri Geller (psychic) a MILLION DOLLARS if Uri could tell him what was written inside an envelope he was holding.
Of course, Derren Brown does these things all the time. But Derren is a magician, and he has numerous ways of doing it, none of which could be employed by Uri on the hop. Uri failed the challenge. Know what Criss had written in the envelope?
9/11
His point being, if anyone really was psychic they could have seen it coming and averted it.
Quite a good point. I'm not a fan of Criss Angel, but full marks to him there.
Scary stuff. Next time, i'll factor in the notion of parallel worlds.....that'll make the head hurt a little more.
Monday, 19 April 2010
A Pending Act Of Kindness
So i'm not eating very well at the moment. It shall pass but for now, rather than eating properly, i'm choosing to simply eat things that are quick and simple and satisfy the hunger pangs rather than worry about anything being any good for me.
To this end, i dipped out in the middle of a class today to locate the confectionary machine and get something quick, easy and probably bad for me.
I put in a pound, and selected things that totalled something significantly less than a pound.
Rather than pressing the button for change, i chose to leave it in there. I figured if it were me, and i was hungry and thought the only thing i could do was find a confectionary machine and get something bad out of it to eat, i'd love it if i got there to find the money already in there.
Even if it wasn't quite the full amount i needed, at least it's a help along the way.
It's these kind of things that can brighten a mood, or make someone feel lucky.
So, next time, leave your change in there. You can be safe in the knowledge that you may well have changed the direction of somebody's day.
To this end, i dipped out in the middle of a class today to locate the confectionary machine and get something quick, easy and probably bad for me.
I put in a pound, and selected things that totalled something significantly less than a pound.
Rather than pressing the button for change, i chose to leave it in there. I figured if it were me, and i was hungry and thought the only thing i could do was find a confectionary machine and get something bad out of it to eat, i'd love it if i got there to find the money already in there.
Even if it wasn't quite the full amount i needed, at least it's a help along the way.
It's these kind of things that can brighten a mood, or make someone feel lucky.
So, next time, leave your change in there. You can be safe in the knowledge that you may well have changed the direction of somebody's day.
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