Failed Idealism

Inside every cynic is a disappointed and failed idealist

  • Educating Me

    • 14 Jan 2010
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    6 years and 4 months into my "gap year" I'm finally getting round to
    go do the whole higher education thing.

    *gulp*

    I'll be on the precipice of 30 when i finish my degree. Firmly into
    middle-age if i follow that with a Masters. which is a terrifying
    concept, one that smacks of, mortgages, long term plans, offspring of
    some sort and dreaded dinner parties.

    I don't regret much in my life, but i do wish i hadn't been quite the
    archetypal naive, arrogant and blissfully unaware teenager i was, and
    done this nearly 7 years ago.

    Anyway, looking forward to it, should be a fun 3 years or so.

    T

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  • Idea

    • 20 Aug 2009
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    just had an idea. Augemented reality Sat Nav. through a HUD on a car's
    windowshield....

     hmmm. overlaying directional information over a real view, with arrows
    and highlighting road signs.

     i may have to do something with this

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  • Nothing much

    • 19 Aug 2009
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    Havent blogged for ages. largly due to the reason that nothing remotley interesting has happened in my life over the last few weeks.

    i'm hoping something does soon, if nothing else than so i have something to prattle on about.

    Thinking about quitting my job, getting a visa and moving to the US. somewhere warm and metropolian. fuck England, it's still shit, and it's still raining.

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  • Music/ak

    • 24 Jul 2009
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    Finding it odd how music tastes can change so much over the years, along with the identity that was once an integral part.

    My seminal moment in musical taste came standing in HMV, with a limited amount of cash in my sweaty teenage palms, and two albums in front of me. One was a generic and unremarkable rap album, the other a rock album by a politically active and soulful 5 piece.

    I made my decision, and instantly not only decided upon musical taste, but clique, and which echelon of teenage society I would socialise with.
    Looking back, it seems such an unimportant and childish decision, and it's hard to believe anything of consequence would come of it. But, in my formative years musical preference had more to do with identity that the sound itself. I had joined a youth subset, that banded together against others. a tribe of sorts. Everything was done together, associating with members of another sect was a matter of high treason.

    How different things seem now, when I can flit from listening to metal, rock, rap, rhythm and blues, soul, jazz, nerdcore and many others without any sense of recrimination. I wouldn’t now automatically dismiss someone based on musical choice, nor pontificate.

    I struggle now to understand my teenage mindset or embracing division so.

    Nothing particularly poignant to add, just a realisation that fell into my brain between the first and second cups of coffee on a sleep Friday morning

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