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| This counter is more than hopeful, it's an experiment in philosophy: does the mere existence of something to count guests attract guests? judge by how many people have visited... ummm... |
| Monochrome World |
| Yes, this is experimental colour... |
| Ok, so I bend to tradition: hello to all you unfortunates who think of me as a friend: Hello ronnie, hello sophie, hello phoebe, hello tabby, hello emma, hello ed, hello steph, (I told you I'd mention you), hello fi, hello chris, not that you ever come online, you're too busy working, (hah, down the pub, oxford students!!), hello all. Lists of names make for boring reading. |
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| Winter... |
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| WOW, Haydn! What a bloke! I am on Haydn overload at the mo, having listened to several hours worth of his music at one go, wow. And Shostakovitch. Oh yeah, and Beethoven. Geniuses, all of them. Some music just makes you feel sooo civilised, even from the depths of boredom and despair, and I live in Norfolk, so I know about those, oh yes... Shakespeare, he was a genius too. Amazing stuff. I've mentioned Bach already. In case you didn't know, I can play the violin, that's partly why I love music sooo much, I'm going to do it as a career. In fact, If given the choice I would stop going to college and do it NOW, except my conscience won't let me. TOO scared. But that's what I'm going to do. Anyone heard of Laurie Anderson? I'm going to put some of her lyrics on site soon. She's a genius too. It's not january any more, but I can't be bother to change that bit, so with the seasons, this page is going to grow like the green trees as I add more stuff. It's nearly spring!!! Soon the trees will be green, and the grass will be cut, and smell, and the flowers will open! |
| Spring!!! |
| Read some lyrics! Read them now! Laurie Anderson Lou Reed |
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| Welcome. I have decided to say something, for a change. It is hard to be sincere. By which I do not mean that there is no such thing as sincerity, but that sincerity cannot now be differentiated from anything else. One half of humanity will dismiss any thought not concerned with the very real aspects of the everyday as cliched, pretentious: the other half is so concerned with artistic freedoms that any idea is praised and given equal worth in the pantheon of human indivduality. Sincerity is increasingly undervalued by the words that we use. Even the most powerful words are become everyday now, and our ability to express ideas of depth and significance is diminished: as words become powerless, they are branded as useless, because their meanings are gone, and using them becomes to invite the stench of meaninglessness to hang over the substance of our thought. Thus subtlety is lost, by the devaluation of words, and the concept of greater truths has been made worthless wastage. Cynicism has a part in this devaluation. Even great thoughts now are subject to jeering scorn, along with those that are worthless. People have no patience with any ideas: the world is so full of hacks, that people are tired of listening to thoughts. And they don't have to. There are no problems really posed by the way in which we live: we are comfortable, we worry about opening tins of beans for supper, perhaps, and buying the papers and doing the crosswords and watching the news and talking loudly about what we think. But what do we think? We need no new ideas. There has been no proof that the old ones didn't work, and indeed we do not need even them. Peoples' ease with cynicism has developed to such an extent that they will attack anything new they experience, which does |