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Tuesday 31 August 2010
Today was pretty easy. I have to read Enduring love in the next two days, which isn't easy because it's a 24 chapter book, but still. I went to visit Neil at work today on one of his last shifts at Pumpkin. He poured me a cup of milk, the little legend. Tomorrow is my first day at Modern, well induction day - but we have an IQ test and everything, i'm a little anxious :/
Anyway, work was pretty good and whilst calling people (as you tend to in a call centre) i was brainstorming some band names for our little group. I think 'Postcard Collectors' and 'Broken Spectrum Club' are top favourites. We shall see.
Inabit
X
Anyway, work was pretty good and whilst calling people (as you tend to in a call centre) i was brainstorming some band names for our little group. I think 'Postcard Collectors' and 'Broken Spectrum Club' are top favourites. We shall see.
Inabit
X
Monday 30 August 2010
Blogging Novice
I'm still a bit of a blogging novice, and that's fine with me.
I'm guessing doing two in a day is not the norm, but hey ho; my day was that good.
Neil and I went on the aforementioned trip down to the embankment where we got some bacon baguettes and cups of tea from ''borrowed money''. Basically we were walking through town heading to the embankment with our guitars (uke and acoustic) and i spotted a £20 note floating around. It had looked as if the man in front had dropped it, but not entirely sure due to the windy conditions we treated ourselves - and so begun the day of borrowed money. We started writing our first song, sadly absent of Jay who was and probably still is too fucked from Reading to even find the train to get to us in Bedford. Another thing that is note worthy is that today Neil had his last pack of cigarettes, a tidy little pack of silk cut's. This blog entry, if for nothing else is to stand testament to Neil's final attempt to quit smoking - and i have no doubt in my little mind that he will :) We also had a lovely few games of pool in the Bear, which i intend and hope becomes a regular thing now, simply because Neil basically just taught me pool, and how to hold the cue properly etc. in addition to this i'd like to point out that we met a lovely little lass called 'Louise' and she played for a pool team. I almost beat her - it came down to the 8 ball. Saying that Neil did really well too, so fair play to her. When we saw her whip out her own cue (the only meaning detracted should be the obvious and correct) we both thought 'shit, she's going to hand our arses to us on a little plate'; but we did wonderfully. All in all, it's been a really, really nice day and as i've said it's something I'd like to make a fairly regular occurrence. Oh and this Neil guy? I'm really starting to like him.
I'm guessing doing two in a day is not the norm, but hey ho; my day was that good.
Neil and I went on the aforementioned trip down to the embankment where we got some bacon baguettes and cups of tea from ''borrowed money''. Basically we were walking through town heading to the embankment with our guitars (uke and acoustic) and i spotted a £20 note floating around. It had looked as if the man in front had dropped it, but not entirely sure due to the windy conditions we treated ourselves - and so begun the day of borrowed money. We started writing our first song, sadly absent of Jay who was and probably still is too fucked from Reading to even find the train to get to us in Bedford. Another thing that is note worthy is that today Neil had his last pack of cigarettes, a tidy little pack of silk cut's. This blog entry, if for nothing else is to stand testament to Neil's final attempt to quit smoking - and i have no doubt in my little mind that he will :) We also had a lovely few games of pool in the Bear, which i intend and hope becomes a regular thing now, simply because Neil basically just taught me pool, and how to hold the cue properly etc. in addition to this i'd like to point out that we met a lovely little lass called 'Louise' and she played for a pool team. I almost beat her - it came down to the 8 ball. Saying that Neil did really well too, so fair play to her. When we saw her whip out her own cue (the only meaning detracted should be the obvious and correct) we both thought 'shit, she's going to hand our arses to us on a little plate'; but we did wonderfully. All in all, it's been a really, really nice day and as i've said it's something I'd like to make a fairly regular occurrence. Oh and this Neil guy? I'm really starting to like him.
Prune is coming round today. We're going to get this 'musical trio' idea rolling. Sam-Jay, Neil and I intend to pull together a little acoustic group and start performing, whether it be busking in town or playing at pubs - we just want to make some music (: Neil will be here shortly on the next bus from Sharnbrook with his Uke and effects - I got up early today (around 9am) and am buzzing like a bumble-bee, at the ready with my baby (Fender F-25 acoustic), several pics, 2 capos, and some orange juice. Even the sun is shining. Looks like this will be a good day (:
peace to all you peoples, have a lovely day also
Inabit
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peace to all you peoples, have a lovely day also
Inabit
X
Sunday 29 August 2010
Ok, so this is going to be a big one.
I won't start from the start, I'll work backwards.
Firstly, (or should i say lastly) I've found something that makes me sad: Whilst battling between my Roman Catholic roots and Evolutionist mind-frame; i've become saddened by the beauty of nature. Basically, the things that are all around us and the things that because of the cities we've built, as well as the industrialised and urbanised lives we lead - have become detached from mother nature. In doing so our days have found themselves devoid of any recognition OF nature's beauty; nature has become meaningless to most. We search for beauty in the media, through fashion, the perfect body size, weight, hair colour, accent and even skin colour. When what we are missing, the immovable point we somehow fail to observe is that nature is diverse and we are nature. I challenge you today to going outside, find a field, lay down and just look. Give it some time and soon you will realise how many creatures are living in the micro-system below. All of them a part of nature and a part of the interlaced, interwoven ecosystem that is planet earth. At some point or another we were all, for want of a better phrase 'in harmony'. Interdependent in our functions as complex organisms, and if the organism itself is not complex itself in it's genetic make up, or chemical composition than the source of it's creation will suffice for complexity. Ample to tease the brain. We have broken this web. We have lost this connection. In accordance with Einstein's theory of observation, (in rudimentary terms stating that without first observing we cannot discover) if we do not stop to appreciate what is surrounding us, then nature is wasted on us. If we do not bathe in the near incomprehensible, beauty of nature - stand in awe at it's unfathomable diversity and instead occupy ourselves by obsessing with false beauty then we're fucked, basically. Now, I'd like to move on. Ruth mahaffey, is a very sweet person indeed. She is lovely and is of course the reason my blog was christened 'Samandrutharesocool' or 'ruthandsamaresocool' (can't remember which). Recently Ruth came around for a 'cup' (:L) and gave me this cute little shot glass from New York City, America which i thought was just so awesome of her ^_^ thank you Ruthy! :)
Ok, ok still lots to say sadly - if you have come this far thank you. Bethan Winner. She's amazing. One of my very good friends James Clayton has her, and by gosh is he lucky. She's a lovely little turkey (no euphemisms there, just me being weird [me] ).
Yeah she worries too much, and says just what she thinks - but I like her for it, it's admirable and there's nothing she can't do, and no-one she cannot aspire to be, i want her to know that. Did I mention she's lovely?
Neil Pruden. I stayed round his house for the first time last night. I think, personally that he is one of the nicest people I've ever met. Now, I'm not just saying that because it's on my blog, because in fact he has inspired me to at least try and keep this blog thing up. And whilst whether he reads this or not is irrelevant I just want to note what a sound guy he is. He is someone who I met a while back now, and we both get distracted by tangents and then follow them like dusty paths into cool canyons of conversation, the conversation wherein flows like the aqua blue stream trickling down the valley wall to the East. We eventually stumble out of the valley back into the warm sunlight, our scales raised by the warm sun on our backs. Looking down we see our claw prints, light in the half old, half new sand, and we smile pleasantly realising that we are back where the conversation started, we were never lost - just not too interested in being found. We scuttle off to get lost once more.
I won't start from the start, I'll work backwards.
Firstly, (or should i say lastly) I've found something that makes me sad: Whilst battling between my Roman Catholic roots and Evolutionist mind-frame; i've become saddened by the beauty of nature. Basically, the things that are all around us and the things that because of the cities we've built, as well as the industrialised and urbanised lives we lead - have become detached from mother nature. In doing so our days have found themselves devoid of any recognition OF nature's beauty; nature has become meaningless to most. We search for beauty in the media, through fashion, the perfect body size, weight, hair colour, accent and even skin colour. When what we are missing, the immovable point we somehow fail to observe is that nature is diverse and we are nature. I challenge you today to going outside, find a field, lay down and just look. Give it some time and soon you will realise how many creatures are living in the micro-system below. All of them a part of nature and a part of the interlaced, interwoven ecosystem that is planet earth. At some point or another we were all, for want of a better phrase 'in harmony'. Interdependent in our functions as complex organisms, and if the organism itself is not complex itself in it's genetic make up, or chemical composition than the source of it's creation will suffice for complexity. Ample to tease the brain. We have broken this web. We have lost this connection. In accordance with Einstein's theory of observation, (in rudimentary terms stating that without first observing we cannot discover) if we do not stop to appreciate what is surrounding us, then nature is wasted on us. If we do not bathe in the near incomprehensible, beauty of nature - stand in awe at it's unfathomable diversity and instead occupy ourselves by obsessing with false beauty then we're fucked, basically. Now, I'd like to move on. Ruth mahaffey, is a very sweet person indeed. She is lovely and is of course the reason my blog was christened 'Samandrutharesocool' or 'ruthandsamaresocool' (can't remember which). Recently Ruth came around for a 'cup' (:L) and gave me this cute little shot glass from New York City, America which i thought was just so awesome of her ^_^ thank you Ruthy! :)
Ok, ok still lots to say sadly - if you have come this far thank you. Bethan Winner. She's amazing. One of my very good friends James Clayton has her, and by gosh is he lucky. She's a lovely little turkey (no euphemisms there, just me being weird [me] ).
Yeah she worries too much, and says just what she thinks - but I like her for it, it's admirable and there's nothing she can't do, and no-one she cannot aspire to be, i want her to know that. Did I mention she's lovely?
Neil Pruden. I stayed round his house for the first time last night. I think, personally that he is one of the nicest people I've ever met. Now, I'm not just saying that because it's on my blog, because in fact he has inspired me to at least try and keep this blog thing up. And whilst whether he reads this or not is irrelevant I just want to note what a sound guy he is. He is someone who I met a while back now, and we both get distracted by tangents and then follow them like dusty paths into cool canyons of conversation, the conversation wherein flows like the aqua blue stream trickling down the valley wall to the East. We eventually stumble out of the valley back into the warm sunlight, our scales raised by the warm sun on our backs. Looking down we see our claw prints, light in the half old, half new sand, and we smile pleasantly realising that we are back where the conversation started, we were never lost - just not too interested in being found. We scuttle off to get lost once more.
Friday 9 July 2010
'You're Sam Stevenson, SamStevenson always finds a way'
Well. Last night was good. I say good, but i haven't decided if it was yet. Here it is:
I started my evening returning from weight training at my rowing club, and i was running rather late for my school leavers Prom (Year 11/5th Form). Once i'd managed to get into my 3 piece suit (which is pretty fly btw) i was ready to walk, yes walk to my Prom. Stylish? I know right. It was only a 25minute walk from my house but still, effort. As i was getting ready to leave i heard a horn outside and moved to a nearby window to see who it was. My friend had come to pick me up for Prom in his Uncle's Bentley - what a legend. Anyway, Prom ended at 11:30pm but i wanted to get to this party, so i left after a brief while with the wonderful Amy Little :) (around 9:15pm) - later then i had intended. Because of this i had to run just over a mile home, in a three piece suit on a hot evening just to get home, change get to the train station and catch my train to this party. ALLOW. I made it with 3 minutes to spare, hitting the train seat heavily - out of breath. So long story short (you sure sam?) I got there. Now, if i'm honest i haven't got a fucking clue what happened AT the actual party. I met some sound lads from BMS and Wooton, and chilled with the host El DaCosta (LAD), Joe Mitford (LAD) S-G (LAD) and some others. My good mate Clayton decided to challenge me to various 'speed drinking' competitions scattered throughout the night, each one becoming increasingly easy. By the time i stopped drinking at 12:30-ish i'd had so much i felt like even though i'd stopped i was getting more and more drunk - Stumbling into the bathroom i looked into the mirror and simply though 'Sam, you're fucked'. I was - ROYALLY fucked. I continued to vomit 5, or perhaps 6 times in the toilet, bathroom sink and kitchen sink (sorry El), which just wasn't cool. I hadn't been this wasted since last summer, after which i swore never to drink again (yeah). I just wanted to chill with my mates really, but overdid the drink because i am a twat. Sadly i fucked this one up. It's now 20:50pm in the evening the day after, and i still feel rough, i swear i'm going to vom again. And why is it when i feel this shite my parents feel the need to have some in depth conversation at dinner? I just stared at a pea. It was DEFINITELY more interesting than what they were chaffing on about. Now i've slept 8hours (throughout the day), watched a repeat of flog it and drunk so much water hoping it would help. Oh and i blew it with a girl. Nice. Finally, with reference to the title my close mate Sam-Jay pulled out, (probably wise) feeling pretty ill before the party but told me on the phone ''You'll get there mate, you're Sam Stevenson, Sam Stevenson always finds a way'' I liked the sound of this, and it kept echoing in my head whilst getting the strangest looks as i ran down Clapham Road in a three piece. Note to self. Don't drink as much. I'd say i'm turning straight edge, but tipsy is a nice place to be - so maybe not.
Inabit. x
I started my evening returning from weight training at my rowing club, and i was running rather late for my school leavers Prom (Year 11/5th Form). Once i'd managed to get into my 3 piece suit (which is pretty fly btw) i was ready to walk, yes walk to my Prom. Stylish? I know right. It was only a 25minute walk from my house but still, effort. As i was getting ready to leave i heard a horn outside and moved to a nearby window to see who it was. My friend had come to pick me up for Prom in his Uncle's Bentley - what a legend. Anyway, Prom ended at 11:30pm but i wanted to get to this party, so i left after a brief while with the wonderful Amy Little :) (around 9:15pm) - later then i had intended. Because of this i had to run just over a mile home, in a three piece suit on a hot evening just to get home, change get to the train station and catch my train to this party. ALLOW. I made it with 3 minutes to spare, hitting the train seat heavily - out of breath. So long story short (you sure sam?) I got there. Now, if i'm honest i haven't got a fucking clue what happened AT the actual party. I met some sound lads from BMS and Wooton, and chilled with the host El DaCosta (LAD), Joe Mitford (LAD) S-G (LAD) and some others. My good mate Clayton decided to challenge me to various 'speed drinking' competitions scattered throughout the night, each one becoming increasingly easy. By the time i stopped drinking at 12:30-ish i'd had so much i felt like even though i'd stopped i was getting more and more drunk - Stumbling into the bathroom i looked into the mirror and simply though 'Sam, you're fucked'. I was - ROYALLY fucked. I continued to vomit 5, or perhaps 6 times in the toilet, bathroom sink and kitchen sink (sorry El), which just wasn't cool. I hadn't been this wasted since last summer, after which i swore never to drink again (yeah). I just wanted to chill with my mates really, but overdid the drink because i am a twat. Sadly i fucked this one up. It's now 20:50pm in the evening the day after, and i still feel rough, i swear i'm going to vom again. And why is it when i feel this shite my parents feel the need to have some in depth conversation at dinner? I just stared at a pea. It was DEFINITELY more interesting than what they were chaffing on about. Now i've slept 8hours (throughout the day), watched a repeat of flog it and drunk so much water hoping it would help. Oh and i blew it with a girl. Nice. Finally, with reference to the title my close mate Sam-Jay pulled out, (probably wise) feeling pretty ill before the party but told me on the phone ''You'll get there mate, you're Sam Stevenson, Sam Stevenson always finds a way'' I liked the sound of this, and it kept echoing in my head whilst getting the strangest looks as i ran down Clapham Road in a three piece. Note to self. Don't drink as much. I'd say i'm turning straight edge, but tipsy is a nice place to be - so maybe not.
Inabit. x
Thursday 8 July 2010
My First Blog
Well Hi there, if anyone's wondering about the name it's referring to Ruth Mahaffey, who is the loveliest person ever. Also Anna Charters deserves a special mention just for being equally awesome and bubbly :) It's Summer 2010, the sun is shining and i'm listening to 'Patrice - Love' which is an absolute tune. I discovered Patrice last week when i was in a shop in Maubisson in the South of France. I asked this cool french guy who was working the till in the shop who the artist was as Patrice's Love was playing on his iTunes, and after a brief chat i left - itching to YouTube this musical badman. Anyway, i'm not going to go on because there's a ham sandwhich waiting for me, and when sam gets hungry, sam gets HUNGRY. On my page i will talk about everything and anything, follow me :) x
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