Hello everyone!
Me and Julia have returned from the lake district, and a very enjoyable holiday. I'm sure she'll do a big blog with silly things like 'details' and 'photos', so I needn't bother with such trivialities here. Nay, I will write about the important things she misses out - the food.
On the train journey up on the Tuesday, we had lunch at Crewe station, in a break in between changes - bought from an overpriced sandwhich bar, of course. Served by a tattooed northern lady, who did not quite understand that when we asked for our baguettes 'toasted', we in fact meant 'we want it HOT!'. While we could have stated that directly, we'd have probably been arrested for sexual harrasment.
Anyhow. I had a cheddar cheese and bacon baguette, and Julia had a ham and mozzarella (the European version of mine, basically). Both were lovely, though Julia couldn't eat all of hers, so I finished it on the train.
That evening, we ate in a Chinese restaurant in Penrith - Platinum, I believe it was called. They had an all you can eat type offer, but without the buffet.
We ordered prawn toast, seaweed, ham rolls, pork triangles, and spring rolls for starters. Toast, triangles and seaweed were delicious, and the ham rolls (new!, it boasted on the menu) were crispy - Julia didn't like them, but I did. Julia liked the spring rolls, but I was put off by a weird...tentacle thing in mine.
We had sweet and sour pork and beef in green pepper and black bean sauce for a main meal, along with egg fried rice. I liked the pork! This is more significant that it sounds, as I have always hated sweet and sour, but now I like it. This doubles my choice in future chinese restaurants.
For a dessert, I had bannana fritters, covered in syrup and ice cream, and disturbingly phallic. They were heaven deep-fried, as usual, and Julia helped me finish them off. Then we wound down with some chinese tea, and read the tealeaves. Oh, and of course there were prawn crackers.
Our first hotel breakfast there Wednesday morning - we had a pot of tea to wake us up, and Julia had some crazy health fad - 'fruit juice', or something. I had some weetabix mush to warm me up, and then we had cooked breakfast. Bacon, beans, hash browns, sausage, scrambled eggs. Julia was more adventurous than I, having tomatoes and mushrooms as well, but we both steered clear of the black pudding.
For lunch we had afternoon tea in the hotel lounge. I had ham sandwiches, victoria sponge and toasted tea cake, which I managed to polish off even though I was stuffed. Julia had chicken ceaser salad in a wrap. I found the tea up there quite bitter compared to my normal tea.
For dinner, we ate at a little Italian place opposite the hotel - I forget the name. Quite crowded, but very friendly staff. From their accents, I deduced they were Australians who worked in Italy before moving to Cumbria. I had canneloni - very good, if a smaller portion than I'd have liked, and Julia had...chicken penne pasta, I think. Hers was lovely, and she claimed the portion was just right. We also had garlic bread on the side. Being the impetuous devil I am, I also ordered homemade bread with our meal, despite Julia's warnings. After a mild panic at the lack of oil (corrected by our Aus-Ital-British friend), we also ate that as well, so I was vindicated in the end.
For dessert, I had profiteroles - with white chocolate! Those crazy Cumbrians. I prefer it to regular, I think. Julia had lemon sorbet. No tea for us, we waited till we were back in the hotel.
Another breakfast, another weetabix, another sausage etc - though with a boiled egg this time.
We had lunch in Glenridding after the steamer ride, and we ate in Greystones cafe - where we went last year in the lake district with the others! I had a jacket potato with beans and cheese, as all jacket potatoes should be. Julia had a ham and cheese toastie - good, though not as good as mine apparently. We had tea with it, of course. We decided to treat ourselves to some cakes as well - I had lemon drizzle (nicer than it sounds) and Julia had chocolate cake, which is hard to get wrong, really. Oh, and I paid by card!
We had dinner in the hotel restaurant, and it was the best of the holiday. Julia had a vegetable soup for starters (nicer than it looked), and I satisfied myself with some bread. Julia had a venison steak in a fancy sauce, and I had a medium sirloin steak - being the fusspot I am, I asked for the sauce in a seperate container, just in case. It was all amazing though.
For dessert, Julia had profiteroles, and I had apple sponge and custard - very nice, though a little too much sponge and not enough apple. Then we settled down with some tea in the hotel lounge.
Our final hotel breakfast, same as Thursday's, though I was bit messier with my boiled egg. We had lunch in Keswick, in a coffee shop. I had teacakes and a (lovely) bannana milkshake, and Julia had a vegetable soup, on which she scalded her tongue quite badly. I resisted the temptation for an ice cream, and was rewarded by having no money to pay with, resulting in a panicked trip to the cash machine.
Finally, we bought some food at around 7 on the train back home. We snapped up the last sandwich, and I devoured most of it - not very nice, but I was too hungry to care. And with that, a twix and a cherry muffin, the food, and our holiday, was at an end.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Results!
18th August, 2005 - a day that will live in infamy!
All over the UK, hundreds of thousands of students tore open their brown envelopes - some eagerly, some with trepidation, and some just plain drunk - to find out whether their hopes were dashed or their egos inflated.
Eyes were filled with tears, mouths with laughter, streets with the blood of innocents (so I am told).
And during all this medley and mayhem, a young 17 year old by the name of Thomas Bloom, just out of potty training, fumbled with his own brown envelope to receive his results.
Unfortunately, at that moment, a freak gust of wind blew a brick through his school hall's window. Due to a stroke of bad luck, simultaneously, a seagull high on sardines and crack was flying towards the window. It snatched the envelope out of Thomas's hands and flew back towards its flock, croaking triumphantly.
Not one to be beaten by a feathered felon, Tom put on his propellor beanie hat and fired it up, rocketing up after the bird.
The bird panicked at this unexpected pursuit, and called for its flock to come and aid it in this life or death struggle. Hundreds of druggy seagulls divebomped towards the happless sixth former.
Bringing out his handy sardine with his customary flourish, Tom threw to his right, and laughed evilly as the seagulls dashed towards it, leaving the way between him and his enemy clear.
His battlecry still ringing through the clear summer sky, Tom grabbed the bird, and after a firm beak twist, released it and opened his results:
(The total of my ASs):
Religious Studies: 283/300 (A)
Mathematics: 300/300 (A)
Further Mathematics: 295/300 (A)
Economics: 275/300 (A)
History: 283/300 (A)
General Studies: 283/300 (A)
Hmm...awful lot of 283s now I look at it. Coincidence? I think not...
All over the UK, hundreds of thousands of students tore open their brown envelopes - some eagerly, some with trepidation, and some just plain drunk - to find out whether their hopes were dashed or their egos inflated.
Eyes were filled with tears, mouths with laughter, streets with the blood of innocents (so I am told).
And during all this medley and mayhem, a young 17 year old by the name of Thomas Bloom, just out of potty training, fumbled with his own brown envelope to receive his results.
Unfortunately, at that moment, a freak gust of wind blew a brick through his school hall's window. Due to a stroke of bad luck, simultaneously, a seagull high on sardines and crack was flying towards the window. It snatched the envelope out of Thomas's hands and flew back towards its flock, croaking triumphantly.
Not one to be beaten by a feathered felon, Tom put on his propellor beanie hat and fired it up, rocketing up after the bird.
The bird panicked at this unexpected pursuit, and called for its flock to come and aid it in this life or death struggle. Hundreds of druggy seagulls divebomped towards the happless sixth former.
Bringing out his handy sardine with his customary flourish, Tom threw to his right, and laughed evilly as the seagulls dashed towards it, leaving the way between him and his enemy clear.
His battlecry still ringing through the clear summer sky, Tom grabbed the bird, and after a firm beak twist, released it and opened his results:
(The total of my ASs):
Religious Studies: 283/300 (A)
Mathematics: 300/300 (A)
Further Mathematics: 295/300 (A)
Economics: 275/300 (A)
History: 283/300 (A)
General Studies: 283/300 (A)
Hmm...awful lot of 283s now I look at it. Coincidence? I think not...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Under extreme duress
I kid you not.
Earlier this evening, I was having an MSN conversation with Julia, and she was nagging me to blog - naturally I biggled her off with my usual daring excuse skills:
Come away with me says:
Why don't you
Come away with me says:
?
Joth says:
I would, but...
Joth says:
I HAVE NO HANDS
Come away with me says:
Oh...OK...
And so this conversation passed into the distant memories of five minutes earlier. However, I then heard a knock on the door. Rising from my throne of skulls, wading through my ocean of blood, I opened the door. Behind it was...nothing. I closed the door, waded back, clambered back up the bones of the ancients, only to find a black cat sitting on my throne.
Angered by this intrusion into my inner sanctum, I rose to my full height, towering a full two feet over the sitting cat. Glaring down with my baleful eyes, I demanded a full explanation and apology for this trespass.
The cat licked itself, and waved its tail laconically.
Well, by now, my face was pretty crimson, I can tell you. I was just about to unleash an eternity of pain and torment, when I noticed the cat was now sitting upon my horned helmet.
To be precise, it had attached a furry ball to one of the horns, and was now batting it around with its paw.
Marvelling at this feline felon's stealth, the horrific truth dawned on me, like a horrific dawn:
IT WAS A NINJA CAT!!!!!
That's right - one of the infamous Ninja Cats of the Mm'baatou Mountains, trained under the Great Sensei Sweep, and who probably studied under the Deathmaster Zapp!
I quickly ran through a mental checklist of my enemies powerful enough to have one such of these as a servant. Buddha...not his style...Bono...wouldn't have chosen a -black- cat...that guy at Waterstones...no, killed him last week...Julia! Of course!
Evidently she had been greatly incensed, and had sent after me one of her prized henchpets to make sure I did my blogging.
So here I sit, hunched over the keyboard, lightly dusted in cat hair, while that dealer in death, that purveyor of pain, that seller of stealth, that tradesman in terror, that sh- OW!
OK, enough metaphors.
While that cat sits on my lap, purring softly.
I'm just thankful that my allergies haven't....ACHOO!
Earlier this evening, I was having an MSN conversation with Julia, and she was nagging me to blog - naturally I biggled her off with my usual daring excuse skills:
Come away with me says:
Why don't you
Come away with me says:
?
Joth says:
I would, but...
Joth says:
I HAVE NO HANDS
Come away with me says:
Oh...OK...
And so this conversation passed into the distant memories of five minutes earlier. However, I then heard a knock on the door. Rising from my throne of skulls, wading through my ocean of blood, I opened the door. Behind it was...nothing. I closed the door, waded back, clambered back up the bones of the ancients, only to find a black cat sitting on my throne.
Angered by this intrusion into my inner sanctum, I rose to my full height, towering a full two feet over the sitting cat. Glaring down with my baleful eyes, I demanded a full explanation and apology for this trespass.
The cat licked itself, and waved its tail laconically.
Well, by now, my face was pretty crimson, I can tell you. I was just about to unleash an eternity of pain and torment, when I noticed the cat was now sitting upon my horned helmet.
To be precise, it had attached a furry ball to one of the horns, and was now batting it around with its paw.
Marvelling at this feline felon's stealth, the horrific truth dawned on me, like a horrific dawn:
IT WAS A NINJA CAT!!!!!
That's right - one of the infamous Ninja Cats of the Mm'baatou Mountains, trained under the Great Sensei Sweep, and who probably studied under the Deathmaster Zapp!
I quickly ran through a mental checklist of my enemies powerful enough to have one such of these as a servant. Buddha...not his style...Bono...wouldn't have chosen a -black- cat...that guy at Waterstones...no, killed him last week...Julia! Of course!
Evidently she had been greatly incensed, and had sent after me one of her prized henchpets to make sure I did my blogging.
So here I sit, hunched over the keyboard, lightly dusted in cat hair, while that dealer in death, that purveyor of pain, that seller of stealth, that tradesman in terror, that sh- OW!
OK, enough metaphors.
While that cat sits on my lap, purring softly.
I'm just thankful that my allergies haven't....ACHOO!
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Huzzah
Well, it is Mother's Day. I have tidied the kitchen, done some ironing, and feel like a valauble member of society. My eye is aching only very slightly, I have some homework to do, but no essays, I am wearing my toasty slippers, and the house is quiet.
All that's bothering me now are some slight growing pains in my right leg, but let's not worry about those.
Last night it was my sister's party (she's almost 15). A terrifying bunch, those Year 10s - gargantuan. The boys, anyway. As for the girls...mmm, flesh. However, I heroically battled my way through gangs of horny teenagers to reach my beloved upstairs, where we watched Kill Bill 2. I tried to nap, but was distracted by screams and the like from the TV.
I was up at 8 o'clock this morning, feeling full of energy. I ate Weetabix, played Weboggle and did generally useful things, before prodding my sisters awake to make my mother breakfast in bed...at half 10.
I am currently reading the British System of Government, and I am finding it ashamedly interesting. Julia has, as a result, forbid me from becoming a politician, or any other job that begins with p.
Slippers are a wonderful thing, though impractical in going up and down stairs at high speeds.
In the future, when I have my own house (or with a spouse), I do not ask for much. All I ask for is:
- Good towels. White, rough ones, that take water off and the top layer of your skin as well. Not these namby-pamby cotton wrap things. I want to be dry and scoured!
- An organised kitchen. Not freakishly so, sensibly so. I want the tea making facilities to be kept together. Breakfast things to be kept together. I want my pans stacked, godamnit!
- Pets. I would like cats, but there seems to be an increasing risk of me being allergic to cats these days. So backups are, in no particular order - dog, tortoise, lizard, fish.
- A good bath. Curly taps, big enough for two people/one really fat person, and taps at theside .
- Comfy bed. Cotton sheets, thick (single) duvet, but evenly textured. Several pillows. A radio alarm.
- Quiet neighbours. Sometimes I would like lots of noise, but I want it to be on -my- terms.
- Carpets. None of this lacquered wood nonsense.
- Furniture. Proper furniture. No post-modern, minimalist faux leather monstrosities. Preferably old, and solid. Ikea is evil.
- Pictures. Paintings, photos, prints. My walls will be a vibrant gallery of people and places. My house will have -character-, damnit!
- Noticeboards. Full of paper. Reminders, notes, scribblings, doodles, admin stuff. Occasionally I will have a clearout.
- The Study.
The Study is important. I have, of late, been building it up in my mind. I want bookcases on every wall, and a big antique desk. I want a good computer, surrounded by mounds of papers. I want a deep pile carpet. And a comfy armchair. And a window with a nice view, but curtains. Wife, children or no, this will be -my- territory.
See, I don't want much. Just a room somewhere...far away from the cold night air...with one enormous chair...oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
In this flawed world, aiming for perfection is the only way things get done.
All that's bothering me now are some slight growing pains in my right leg, but let's not worry about those.
Last night it was my sister's party (she's almost 15). A terrifying bunch, those Year 10s - gargantuan. The boys, anyway. As for the girls...mmm, flesh. However, I heroically battled my way through gangs of horny teenagers to reach my beloved upstairs, where we watched Kill Bill 2. I tried to nap, but was distracted by screams and the like from the TV.
I was up at 8 o'clock this morning, feeling full of energy. I ate Weetabix, played Weboggle and did generally useful things, before prodding my sisters awake to make my mother breakfast in bed...at half 10.
I am currently reading the British System of Government, and I am finding it ashamedly interesting. Julia has, as a result, forbid me from becoming a politician, or any other job that begins with p.
Slippers are a wonderful thing, though impractical in going up and down stairs at high speeds.
In the future, when I have my own house (or with a spouse), I do not ask for much. All I ask for is:
- Good towels. White, rough ones, that take water off and the top layer of your skin as well. Not these namby-pamby cotton wrap things. I want to be dry and scoured!
- An organised kitchen. Not freakishly so, sensibly so. I want the tea making facilities to be kept together. Breakfast things to be kept together. I want my pans stacked, godamnit!
- Pets. I would like cats, but there seems to be an increasing risk of me being allergic to cats these days. So backups are, in no particular order - dog, tortoise, lizard, fish.
- A good bath. Curly taps, big enough for two people/one really fat person, and taps at the
- Comfy bed. Cotton sheets, thick (single) duvet, but evenly textured. Several pillows. A radio alarm.
- Quiet neighbours. Sometimes I would like lots of noise, but I want it to be on -my- terms.
- Carpets. None of this lacquered wood nonsense.
- Furniture. Proper furniture. No post-modern, minimalist faux leather monstrosities. Preferably old, and solid. Ikea is evil.
- Pictures. Paintings, photos, prints. My walls will be a vibrant gallery of people and places. My house will have -character-, damnit!
- Noticeboards. Full of paper. Reminders, notes, scribblings, doodles, admin stuff. Occasionally I will have a clearout.
- The Study.
The Study is important. I have, of late, been building it up in my mind. I want bookcases on every wall, and a big antique desk. I want a good computer, surrounded by mounds of papers. I want a deep pile carpet. And a comfy armchair. And a window with a nice view, but curtains. Wife, children or no, this will be -my- territory.
See, I don't want much. Just a room somewhere...far away from the cold night air...with one enormous chair...oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
In this flawed world, aiming for perfection is the only way things get done.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
A real blog, this time
In reponse to allegations that my last blog was like an english essay, I say:
OMG!!!111!1!1!1 Lokw, h0w d4r3 uu sy th47 1 m g00d @ 3ngl15h!11!!1!
Well, back to sanity. I'll make this one a proper blog, then.
Today is the last day of half term, and freedom. Two main things have happened : Valentine's Day (none of your business) and house-sitting!.
From 12:05 on Thursday till 4:18 on Saturday, Julia's house, grounds and animals were under my nefarious control. After they left, my day was pretty uneventful really. I taught myself how to play chess (using the ever-fruitful magic of www.everything2.com) and can now talk authoritively of gambits, castling and the halloween attack.
Also in my pursuit of intellectual hobbies, I have starting training myself in cryptic crosswords - I remain terrible, but hopefully I'll improve with practise.
I woke up at 8(ish) on the Friday, turned the boiler on (after several minutes waiting for the shower to warm up), had a shower, and fed Julia's pets.
I then generally mosied around, read Lord of the Rings for a bit, taught myself Japanese, etc, till around 11 when Andrena showed up.
She was returning from her Greek lesson, and decided to pop in, so I made some tea and we talked - mostly about universities. Then my Dad and sister came round, and we took Scamp for her walk round the park.
All was well, till disaster struck - while tugging on the recalcitrant Scamp, her collar slipped right off her neck! She scampered off happily, leaving me to chase after her to restrain her again - my father and sister sniggering away in the background. We bought sandwhiches, had lunch, then I walked back home with my sister to catch up on developments there.
On my arrival, I discovered my first two university prospectuses had arrived! One for Durham, and one for SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies). My mother had made me a rice pudding (removed from her work, she has become bored in the daytime so has resorted to baking on epic proportions. On Saturday, she made: a loaf of bread, muffins, biscuits, rolls, and a lasagne). After the rice pudding and a failed bannana smoothie, I waddled back to Julia's with the remains of the rice pudding in my bag.
Didn't do much for the rest of Friday...started a history essay, more crosswords and chess, and I watched the Eastenders 20th Anniversary Special! Fun fun fun. Oh, and the Simpsons.
Then I went to bed and read some more of Lord of the Rings.
Saturday...woke up around the same time, forgot about the boiler again...same old same old. I couldn't motivate myself to walk Scamp alone, so I rang Andrena (being the friend who lived closest to Julia's) and asked her for her company, to which she agreed. I made myself beans on toast, then it was off to the park, for yet more university talk.
Then I went to the market in town, to browse round the book stall and buy some roses for Julia for her homecoming. Back to Julia's, spell of flower arranging and vacuuming, and Julia's family were home.
I received £20 for my custodial work, which went straight into Julia's back pocket...now I only owe her £10!
OMG!!!111!1!1!1 Lokw, h0w d4r3 uu sy th47 1 m g00d @ 3ngl15h!11!!1!
Well, back to sanity. I'll make this one a proper blog, then.
Today is the last day of half term, and freedom. Two main things have happened : Valentine's Day (none of your business) and house-sitting!.
From 12:05 on Thursday till 4:18 on Saturday, Julia's house, grounds and animals were under my nefarious control. After they left, my day was pretty uneventful really. I taught myself how to play chess (using the ever-fruitful magic of www.everything2.com) and can now talk authoritively of gambits, castling and the halloween attack.
Also in my pursuit of intellectual hobbies, I have starting training myself in cryptic crosswords - I remain terrible, but hopefully I'll improve with practise.
I woke up at 8(ish) on the Friday, turned the boiler on (after several minutes waiting for the shower to warm up), had a shower, and fed Julia's pets.
I then generally mosied around, read Lord of the Rings for a bit, taught myself Japanese, etc, till around 11 when Andrena showed up.
She was returning from her Greek lesson, and decided to pop in, so I made some tea and we talked - mostly about universities. Then my Dad and sister came round, and we took Scamp for her walk round the park.
All was well, till disaster struck - while tugging on the recalcitrant Scamp, her collar slipped right off her neck! She scampered off happily, leaving me to chase after her to restrain her again - my father and sister sniggering away in the background. We bought sandwhiches, had lunch, then I walked back home with my sister to catch up on developments there.
On my arrival, I discovered my first two university prospectuses had arrived! One for Durham, and one for SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies). My mother had made me a rice pudding (removed from her work, she has become bored in the daytime so has resorted to baking on epic proportions. On Saturday, she made: a loaf of bread, muffins, biscuits, rolls, and a lasagne). After the rice pudding and a failed bannana smoothie, I waddled back to Julia's with the remains of the rice pudding in my bag.
Didn't do much for the rest of Friday...started a history essay, more crosswords and chess, and I watched the Eastenders 20th Anniversary Special! Fun fun fun. Oh, and the Simpsons.
Then I went to bed and read some more of Lord of the Rings.
Saturday...woke up around the same time, forgot about the boiler again...same old same old. I couldn't motivate myself to walk Scamp alone, so I rang Andrena (being the friend who lived closest to Julia's) and asked her for her company, to which she agreed. I made myself beans on toast, then it was off to the park, for yet more university talk.
Then I went to the market in town, to browse round the book stall and buy some roses for Julia for her homecoming. Back to Julia's, spell of flower arranging and vacuuming, and Julia's family were home.
I received £20 for my custodial work, which went straight into Julia's back pocket...now I only owe her £10!
Friday, February 18, 2005
First Lines
Instead of boring you with the trivial matters of my everyday life, today, I shall look at a very crucial aspect of literature: First Lines. Being the first thing one reads of a book, they can serve a valuable purpose in both setting the general tone of the book, and to draw the reader in. However, many first lines fulfill neither of these roles, yet go on to be absolutely amazing books. I'm not going to try and establish a link between first lines and the quality/type of book, as that is beyond my scope, but I will look at some examples.
[Note - I shall define first lines as the first sentence of the first chapter, ignoring prologues/introductions/etc]
We shall begin with JRR Tolkein's class, "The Lord of the Rings."
"When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton."
Here is an excellent example of one of the first line's functions - establishing background. Three names are mentioned, to give the reader a sense of knowledge and familiarity immediately, and also to establish a link with the trilogy's prequel, "The Hobbit."
From this first line, we can imply that Hobbiton is a close-knit and friendly community, without many troubles - an impression built upon in the next couple of chapters, to provide a stark contrast to the deepening darkness of the rest of the book.
Tolkein also establishes key facts of the world in which the book it is set - not our own, yet related to it. An unknown word ("eleventy-first") gives us a sense, however minor, of foreignness and curiosity.
Altogether, a rather unwieldy first line, yet one that fits in well with the theme and purpose of the next couple of chapters.
Next, Bernard Conwell's "Enemy of God":
"Today I have been thinking about the dead."
A stark contrast to Tolkein's line, this one serves an entirely different purpose. It gives us no information of the world in which this is set, but it is short and dramatic, establishing immediate intrigue and drama.
It is very striking, by the use of the first person, the immediate tense, and the use of the word 'dead'. Instantly we are set to thinking about who this character should be, which dead, and most importantly, why. However bad the rest of the book may be (I have no idea, I have never read it), the author is guaranteed for the reader to read on at least a couple more paragraphs before they gauge the quality of the book.
Next, Ian Rankin's "Let it Bleed":
"A winter night, screaming out of Edinburgh."
Again, a very different style. Rather than a character-based sentence, this one is purely abstract, with no mention of any personification. However, it does immediately let us know that it is set in the modern real world, that which we live in (at least, it does if you've heard of Edinburgh). It also creates immediate excitement, encouraging further reading.
This sentence is also quite cryptic - it makes little sense when read individually. We know that there is a winter night, and something screaming out of Edinburgh - but no hint as to what the 'something' may be, whether animal, vegetable or mineral.
Personally, I thought immediately of a car leaving Edinburgh at high speeds, but I don't know about the general impression.
More later. Comments encouraged.
[Note - I shall define first lines as the first sentence of the first chapter, ignoring prologues/introductions/etc]
We shall begin with JRR Tolkein's class, "The Lord of the Rings."
"When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton."
Here is an excellent example of one of the first line's functions - establishing background. Three names are mentioned, to give the reader a sense of knowledge and familiarity immediately, and also to establish a link with the trilogy's prequel, "The Hobbit."
From this first line, we can imply that Hobbiton is a close-knit and friendly community, without many troubles - an impression built upon in the next couple of chapters, to provide a stark contrast to the deepening darkness of the rest of the book.
Tolkein also establishes key facts of the world in which the book it is set - not our own, yet related to it. An unknown word ("eleventy-first") gives us a sense, however minor, of foreignness and curiosity.
Altogether, a rather unwieldy first line, yet one that fits in well with the theme and purpose of the next couple of chapters.
Next, Bernard Conwell's "Enemy of God":
"Today I have been thinking about the dead."
A stark contrast to Tolkein's line, this one serves an entirely different purpose. It gives us no information of the world in which this is set, but it is short and dramatic, establishing immediate intrigue and drama.
It is very striking, by the use of the first person, the immediate tense, and the use of the word 'dead'. Instantly we are set to thinking about who this character should be, which dead, and most importantly, why. However bad the rest of the book may be (I have no idea, I have never read it), the author is guaranteed for the reader to read on at least a couple more paragraphs before they gauge the quality of the book.
Next, Ian Rankin's "Let it Bleed":
"A winter night, screaming out of Edinburgh."
Again, a very different style. Rather than a character-based sentence, this one is purely abstract, with no mention of any personification. However, it does immediately let us know that it is set in the modern real world, that which we live in (at least, it does if you've heard of Edinburgh). It also creates immediate excitement, encouraging further reading.
This sentence is also quite cryptic - it makes little sense when read individually. We know that there is a winter night, and something screaming out of Edinburgh - but no hint as to what the 'something' may be, whether animal, vegetable or mineral.
Personally, I thought immediately of a car leaving Edinburgh at high speeds, but I don't know about the general impression.
More later. Comments encouraged.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
A Thorny Issue
My mother has returned, and last night we enjoyed a very nice takeaway chinese to celebrate. After staying up to watch World Shut Your Mouth and random TV, I staggered off to bed at about half 12. I woke up this morning at around 9, and rang Julia at 10 - assuming she'd be awake by then. Of course, she was still in bed.
Which leads me nicely to universities.
University is a thorny issue. Which university, which course? Should you go at all? We've started looking at universities at my school (earlier than most, I admit, which I approve of). Now then...
Which University?
A good one, obviously. However, it is difficult to decide which are good. Oxbridge of course - I'm applying to Oxford - but others need to be looked at for my other choices. A large part of my decisions will come do to where it is - I'm not keen on going to university in Manchester or London. It largely depends on the course, as well - I'd like to pick one good for my course, but not necessarily the best in case I'm not good enough to get in. Good ones for the Maths, I've heard, are Bath, York, Warwick. I'll have to wait till they start releasing their new prospectuses to decide in any way though.
Which Course?
Ask me a couple of months ago, I'd have said "Maths!". Ask me a month ago, I'd have said "Maths...or Maths and Philosophy!". Ask me now, and I say "Something with maths...probably."
Why the indecision? Well, I am good at maths, but am I good enough to do a three year degree course in it? Is it the one I'll enjoy the most? There are many other courses I'd be interested in - Oriental Studies, Economics, Ancient History, Theology...
It's still almost definitely maths though...but I'm keeping my options open.
Should I go to university at all?
Yes.
Of course, this is not to say that not going to university is a bad choice in general, just to me - I've always wanted to go to university, and to change my mind now would be betraying myself.
Which leads me nicely to universities.
University is a thorny issue. Which university, which course? Should you go at all? We've started looking at universities at my school (earlier than most, I admit, which I approve of). Now then...
Which University?
A good one, obviously. However, it is difficult to decide which are good. Oxbridge of course - I'm applying to Oxford - but others need to be looked at for my other choices. A large part of my decisions will come do to where it is - I'm not keen on going to university in Manchester or London. It largely depends on the course, as well - I'd like to pick one good for my course, but not necessarily the best in case I'm not good enough to get in. Good ones for the Maths, I've heard, are Bath, York, Warwick. I'll have to wait till they start releasing their new prospectuses to decide in any way though.
Which Course?
Ask me a couple of months ago, I'd have said "Maths!". Ask me a month ago, I'd have said "Maths...or Maths and Philosophy!". Ask me now, and I say "Something with maths...probably."
Why the indecision? Well, I am good at maths, but am I good enough to do a three year degree course in it? Is it the one I'll enjoy the most? There are many other courses I'd be interested in - Oriental Studies, Economics, Ancient History, Theology...
It's still almost definitely maths though...but I'm keeping my options open.
Should I go to university at all?
Yes.
Of course, this is not to say that not going to university is a bad choice in general, just to me - I've always wanted to go to university, and to change my mind now would be betraying myself.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Dawnshade
Hello everyone, me again. Well, it would be, since I'm the owner of this blog.
It has been....a long time, I'm sure, since my last blog, so I'll just try to fill you in on the major events of my life recently - for convenience's sake, starting from 1st January 2005.
Had my January modules almost immediately after returning to school. I felt suitably self-pitying and hard done by, as I had 5 exams, while others, such as Alex, had just one General Studies exam. For completeness' sake:
History Document Study :: Nazi Germany
Economics :: The Market System (or somesuch)
Maths :: Core 1
General Studies :: Culture, the Arts, and Pointless Long Words
Religious Studies :: Foundation to the study of Islam/Philosophy
I feel they all went pretty well, though I won't find out till the 10th March. RE especially I am most worried about, as I have no way of assessing how well I did until that little slip of paper comes back.
After my mere two week study leave, I was pitched back into the helter skelter of regular school life, and...not much happened that I can remember in that department. Only two things of any import have in fact happened since:
The Sixth Form Ball, Saturday 5th February. If you'd like detail on this, just refer to Julia's blog, and her worryingly comprehensive account. I feel it necessary to add, however, that I tied my own bow tie! Though it did occupy half an hour of my life learning how, I feel it was worth it.
Also, my mother. A couple of weeks ago, while attending business in Germany, she had an epileptic fit and collapsed, and has been in hospital over there. Fortunately, she is returning home some time tomorrow morning, and all is well again - I am saved from scraping together meals from corned beef and beans, and lugging clothes and school books between my Dad's and Julia's.
A couple of days (?) ago, I joined NationStates, and have found it a most intriguing past-time. Embracing my geek heritage, I have found my imagination alive recently with complex government heirarchies and social-economic policies for my fledgling nation, which require a proper piece of writing to do them justice - that shall have to wait till half term, when I am given respite from my backlog of essays for a short while. In case you're interested, I am the Sultanate of Fiol - telegrams welcome.
Aah yes, half term. That idylic time of daytime television and plans abandoned due to chronic laziness. Well, not this time! I have four (yes, four! Just count them! I know you won't!) essays to do over half term, so I really can't afford to put them off till the last day again. I have a good incentive to do work however, as I am....
House sitting!!!
Yes, that's right. For two nights and two days, Julia and her family are giving me Supreme Executive Power over her house and grounds. While they go 'up north' to visit 'relatives', someone is needed to care for their two cats and dog, and who better than the itinerant tradesman at their door. I hope that such solitude will motivate me to do some work and do some proper reading....hopefully.
Aah yes, reading. I intend to read Lord of the Rings, or at least try. On previous attempts, I have found the writing so dull and uninspired that it was futile to continue - which I consider a shame, as from what I have read in scholarly essays and heard from academic debates on the subject, I consider the world one of a rich and varied background, an apt analogy to our own chaotic times, and as one that shall both inspire and regulate future generations' forays into the fantasy jungle.....OK, I saw the film and thought it looked cool.
But I do want to read it.
Anyway, I am tired, and should have gone to bed 20 minutes ago, but I decided to blog (at nonnesuch's prodding).
Goodnight everyone.
It has been....a long time, I'm sure, since my last blog, so I'll just try to fill you in on the major events of my life recently - for convenience's sake, starting from 1st January 2005.
Had my January modules almost immediately after returning to school. I felt suitably self-pitying and hard done by, as I had 5 exams, while others, such as Alex, had just one General Studies exam. For completeness' sake:
History Document Study :: Nazi Germany
Economics :: The Market System (or somesuch)
Maths :: Core 1
General Studies :: Culture, the Arts, and Pointless Long Words
Religious Studies :: Foundation to the study of Islam/Philosophy
I feel they all went pretty well, though I won't find out till the 10th March. RE especially I am most worried about, as I have no way of assessing how well I did until that little slip of paper comes back.
After my mere two week study leave, I was pitched back into the helter skelter of regular school life, and...not much happened that I can remember in that department. Only two things of any import have in fact happened since:
The Sixth Form Ball, Saturday 5th February. If you'd like detail on this, just refer to Julia's blog, and her worryingly comprehensive account. I feel it necessary to add, however, that I tied my own bow tie! Though it did occupy half an hour of my life learning how, I feel it was worth it.
Also, my mother. A couple of weeks ago, while attending business in Germany, she had an epileptic fit and collapsed, and has been in hospital over there. Fortunately, she is returning home some time tomorrow morning, and all is well again - I am saved from scraping together meals from corned beef and beans, and lugging clothes and school books between my Dad's and Julia's.
A couple of days (?) ago, I joined NationStates, and have found it a most intriguing past-time. Embracing my geek heritage, I have found my imagination alive recently with complex government heirarchies and social-economic policies for my fledgling nation, which require a proper piece of writing to do them justice - that shall have to wait till half term, when I am given respite from my backlog of essays for a short while. In case you're interested, I am the Sultanate of Fiol - telegrams welcome.
Aah yes, half term. That idylic time of daytime television and plans abandoned due to chronic laziness. Well, not this time! I have four (yes, four! Just count them! I know you won't!) essays to do over half term, so I really can't afford to put them off till the last day again. I have a good incentive to do work however, as I am....
House sitting!!!
Yes, that's right. For two nights and two days, Julia and her family are giving me Supreme Executive Power over her house and grounds. While they go 'up north' to visit 'relatives', someone is needed to care for their two cats and dog, and who better than the itinerant tradesman at their door. I hope that such solitude will motivate me to do some work and do some proper reading....hopefully.
Aah yes, reading. I intend to read Lord of the Rings, or at least try. On previous attempts, I have found the writing so dull and uninspired that it was futile to continue - which I consider a shame, as from what I have read in scholarly essays and heard from academic debates on the subject, I consider the world one of a rich and varied background, an apt analogy to our own chaotic times, and as one that shall both inspire and regulate future generations' forays into the fantasy jungle.....OK, I saw the film and thought it looked cool.
But I do want to read it.
Anyway, I am tired, and should have gone to bed 20 minutes ago, but I decided to blog (at nonnesuch's prodding).
Goodnight everyone.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Several large goldfish and an electrical monobrow.
Hello everyone. I shall dispense with the usual apologise and such, and get right down to the nitty gritty, and dish the dirt you all want to know.
A starfish is not a toy.
While on holiday in Jamaica, my sisters made the acquaintance of an unpleasant American teen (I forget the name...probably something like Cliff). He had bleached blonde hair, wore a necklace - the 'surfer' type. After doing ridiculous somersaults on the floating trampoline, while I watched with scorn, he mentioned to my sisters that he had found a starfish, and would they like to see it. Naturally, they agreed.
So he led his little expedition of my mother and sisters out a bit into the water, while I followed discreetly, allowing only my eyes above the water. He found his hapless quinteped victim, and plucked him out of the water, crowing with triumph. My sisters oohed and aahed, but my horror grew the longer this pimply faced ruffian held the poor creature in the air. I could almost hear it calling in pain, as the water rapidly evaporated from it.
However, this theatre of horrors did not end there. He offered to leave it on the beach, so it would dry up and die, and they could have it as an ornament. I was stunned, but luckily my sisters refused, as it was 'not nice'. He then remembered he had seen some stingray over somewhere else, so dropped his captive back into the ocean and swam off with my sisters.
Realising the danger it was now in, I decided to relocate my spiny little friend to a place where it would not be disturbed. I picked it up and swam (holding it under the water all the while) to a place further out. I panicked when my foot touched something slimy which I could feel moving, so I dropped it there and fled.
I can only hope it survived, and continues to...do whatever starfish do, safe from marauding American teens.
More rants another time.
A starfish is not a toy.
While on holiday in Jamaica, my sisters made the acquaintance of an unpleasant American teen (I forget the name...probably something like Cliff). He had bleached blonde hair, wore a necklace - the 'surfer' type. After doing ridiculous somersaults on the floating trampoline, while I watched with scorn, he mentioned to my sisters that he had found a starfish, and would they like to see it. Naturally, they agreed.
So he led his little expedition of my mother and sisters out a bit into the water, while I followed discreetly, allowing only my eyes above the water. He found his hapless quinteped victim, and plucked him out of the water, crowing with triumph. My sisters oohed and aahed, but my horror grew the longer this pimply faced ruffian held the poor creature in the air. I could almost hear it calling in pain, as the water rapidly evaporated from it.
However, this theatre of horrors did not end there. He offered to leave it on the beach, so it would dry up and die, and they could have it as an ornament. I was stunned, but luckily my sisters refused, as it was 'not nice'. He then remembered he had seen some stingray over somewhere else, so dropped his captive back into the ocean and swam off with my sisters.
Realising the danger it was now in, I decided to relocate my spiny little friend to a place where it would not be disturbed. I picked it up and swam (holding it under the water all the while) to a place further out. I panicked when my foot touched something slimy which I could feel moving, so I dropped it there and fled.
I can only hope it survived, and continues to...do whatever starfish do, safe from marauding American teens.
More rants another time.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Primary Decomposition Theorem
Just a random Maths theory I found.
I have just been looking at the syllabus for the final honour exams of the Oxford University Mathematics Degree - whew boyo:
"Dual spaces of finite-dimensional spaces; annihilators; the natural isomorphism between a space and its second dual; dual transformations and their matrix representation with respect to dual bases."
Just a brief, relatively simple sounding, excerpt from the Algebra syllabus.
Sounds fun, doesn't it?
I would really like to do Mathematics at Oxford, but I'm not sure if I'm good enough. I'm good at Maths, sure, but I only seem better than everyone else because I've read ahead. Hmm...
I have a theory (well, poached from one in a Discworld book, but I've dwelt on it):
Everybody has one Talent. One thing that they are really, naturally good at - that completes them as a person. Very few people find their talent - those that do, become famous in that field.
Being such a geek, I can currently think of only Mathematic Talenteers - Gauss, Euclid, Euler, Riemann.
The trouble with Talents is, few people ever try them - I think once you've tried your Talent, you know it's your talent. And some Talents may not have even been invented - like flying vehicles at hyperspeeds, or somesuch nonsense. I'd quite like to find my Talent. Heck, maybe it is Maths after all.
I was statistics browsing yesterday, being bored, and I was looking at the Times University Guide:
Oxford has been rated the top University in the UK.
York is the 7th overall, the best for teaching quality.
Cambridge is 1st for Mathematics (Oxford trails behind at 9th)
Sheffield is the number 1 university for studing Russian and East European languages.
Oh, and I have had a hair cut. It is very short (comparatively).
Last night, I watched the Passion of (the?) Christ. It was a very good film, though very bloody - not much more than showing how much Christ suffered. It was apalling - whether you believe he is the Messiah or not (I do not), no man - especially not one who's crime was no greater than telling people to love each other and not pay taxes - deserves that much suffering.
I wonder if Mel Gibson is a Christian.
Anyway, I'm off to figure out how to complete that thrice-damned Laplace transformation.
I have just been looking at the syllabus for the final honour exams of the Oxford University Mathematics Degree - whew boyo:
"Dual spaces of finite-dimensional spaces; annihilators; the natural isomorphism between a space and its second dual; dual transformations and their matrix representation with respect to dual bases."
Just a brief, relatively simple sounding, excerpt from the Algebra syllabus.
Sounds fun, doesn't it?
I would really like to do Mathematics at Oxford, but I'm not sure if I'm good enough. I'm good at Maths, sure, but I only seem better than everyone else because I've read ahead. Hmm...
I have a theory (well, poached from one in a Discworld book, but I've dwelt on it):
Everybody has one Talent. One thing that they are really, naturally good at - that completes them as a person. Very few people find their talent - those that do, become famous in that field.
Being such a geek, I can currently think of only Mathematic Talenteers - Gauss, Euclid, Euler, Riemann.
The trouble with Talents is, few people ever try them - I think once you've tried your Talent, you know it's your talent. And some Talents may not have even been invented - like flying vehicles at hyperspeeds, or somesuch nonsense. I'd quite like to find my Talent. Heck, maybe it is Maths after all.
I was statistics browsing yesterday, being bored, and I was looking at the Times University Guide:
Oxford has been rated the top University in the UK.
York is the 7th overall, the best for teaching quality.
Cambridge is 1st for Mathematics (Oxford trails behind at 9th)
Sheffield is the number 1 university for studing Russian and East European languages.
Oh, and I have had a hair cut. It is very short (comparatively).
Last night, I watched the Passion of (the?) Christ. It was a very good film, though very bloody - not much more than showing how much Christ suffered. It was apalling - whether you believe he is the Messiah or not (I do not), no man - especially not one who's crime was no greater than telling people to love each other and not pay taxes - deserves that much suffering.
I wonder if Mel Gibson is a Christian.
Anyway, I'm off to figure out how to complete that thrice-damned Laplace transformation.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Put the following number into the form a+bi
Hello again.
It has been (2 weeks?) a while since I last blogged, so you would expect me to have a lot to say. Well, mayhaps I do - but a lot of it is far too personal for you (if it's not, you already know it), so nyerh.
I shall say it again.
Nyerh.
I have just finished my 3rd week at Kings School, and I am so far thoroughly enjoying it.
The teachers are (mostly) good, and the lessons (Maths, Economics, Religious Studies and History) are all interesting - hence why I chose them.
This has to be a short blog - for now - as my sister is haranguing me to get off.
This evening, I have been occupied with browsing the Oxford University website and its affiliates - all very interesting.
I would really really like to go to Oxford, but I probably won't be able to get it.
Still, I am reading the lecture notes given on the Maths Department website, so at least I'm getting a head start.
A more detailed blog when I have the time and the inclination.
Look behind you!
*runs away*
It has been (2 weeks?) a while since I last blogged, so you would expect me to have a lot to say. Well, mayhaps I do - but a lot of it is far too personal for you (if it's not, you already know it), so nyerh.
I shall say it again.
Nyerh.
I have just finished my 3rd week at Kings School, and I am so far thoroughly enjoying it.
The teachers are (mostly) good, and the lessons (Maths, Economics, Religious Studies and History) are all interesting - hence why I chose them.
This has to be a short blog - for now - as my sister is haranguing me to get off.
This evening, I have been occupied with browsing the Oxford University website and its affiliates - all very interesting.
I would really really like to go to Oxford, but I probably won't be able to get it.
Still, I am reading the lecture notes given on the Maths Department website, so at least I'm getting a head start.
A more detailed blog when I have the time and the inclination.
Look behind you!
*runs away*
Friday, September 10, 2004
Missing teachers, Skittles in the canteen, and a lot of naked women...
OK, maybe not the women part. But try telling Andrew that!
There is a point to this post, aside from the shameless nudity - I have started the new school year at Kings School! (I am unsure on whether there should be an apostrophe there...I have seen both usages in equal amounts around the school, and the latin - schola regia - I just cannot figure out at all. schola regum, perhaps....
Wednesday:
My Dad dropped me off at school in the morning, as a special first day sort of thing - Kings was his old school, so he is practically hopping around with excitement now that I'm going there (at last). I found out my form room is actually on a different continent to the rest of the school, apparently as part of some fiendish plot to strengthen our calve muscles or something equally bizarre. I need to invest in one of those nippy little scooters. Most of the day was just sitting around in the form room doing not much, some of which I spent talking to Hannah, a girl who actually went to my old school, but I have no recollection of her. Doesn't really surprise me, though.
We also went to the Cathedral for a service, to dedicate the year, etc - it being a Christian school, and all. I'm not a Christian, but that doesn't exactly make me stand out...heck, half the boys there think they're God anyway, as Alex pointed out today. Except Nick - he actually is God. A long walk to the Cathedral, some bad singing (the first thing Hannah said to me when we stood up was 'You're a really bad singer') and then a long walk back to the school.
Uh...some other stuff....memory block...uh...cover it up with a funny joke!
What's funnier than a fish?
A dead fish!
Then we had a talk in the Hall about Wednesday afternoon activities - we're actually expected to use our time constructively! Crazy foreign ideas.
Um...went to Julia's....drank tea...home...food....sleep....blah blah, etc.
Thursday:
The first day of lessons at Kings! Excited? I wasn't. Well, maybe a bit.
I was picked up by Nick and his family in the morning, talked to Bob about murder in the Inland Revenue before beginning the trek to my form room. I lost two sherpas and a yak, but made it there just in time.
My memory is hazy, but I had Maths, Economics and Religious Studies.
Maths was quite dull, but Economics was quite good - I sat next to Julia, and in front of Jack and Stuart. We made paper fish, the point of which was - for my absent minded, but better, half - to understand how developing economies need to work together in order to develop, and the principles of mass production, imports and exports, economic survival...all neatly summed up in a paper fish and poncho.
Uh...memory gap...another joke!
What do you call a man with no arms or legs?
Whatever you want to!
I'm sorry, was that bad taste? I can never tell.
Uh...school...stuff...anyway!
Went back to Julia's...slept...
Friday:
Arrived at school bright and early, though with a slightly damp shirt.
More lessons, no frees. First History lesson in the afternoon - very dull, though I have learnt a surprising amount.
My bag is so heavy it has formed its own gravitational field. Ooh...nerdy joke there. Want another?
What do mathematicians do before they go to bed?
Put on their pi-jamas!
Anyway. School has been good, with my friends, made some new friends, could write more but I am bored, so I will sign off.
Bye!
There is a point to this post, aside from the shameless nudity - I have started the new school year at Kings School! (I am unsure on whether there should be an apostrophe there...I have seen both usages in equal amounts around the school, and the latin - schola regia - I just cannot figure out at all. schola regum, perhaps....
Wednesday:
My Dad dropped me off at school in the morning, as a special first day sort of thing - Kings was his old school, so he is practically hopping around with excitement now that I'm going there (at last). I found out my form room is actually on a different continent to the rest of the school, apparently as part of some fiendish plot to strengthen our calve muscles or something equally bizarre. I need to invest in one of those nippy little scooters. Most of the day was just sitting around in the form room doing not much, some of which I spent talking to Hannah, a girl who actually went to my old school, but I have no recollection of her. Doesn't really surprise me, though.
We also went to the Cathedral for a service, to dedicate the year, etc - it being a Christian school, and all. I'm not a Christian, but that doesn't exactly make me stand out...heck, half the boys there think they're God anyway, as Alex pointed out today. Except Nick - he actually is God. A long walk to the Cathedral, some bad singing (the first thing Hannah said to me when we stood up was 'You're a really bad singer') and then a long walk back to the school.
Uh...some other stuff....memory block...uh...cover it up with a funny joke!
What's funnier than a fish?
A dead fish!
Then we had a talk in the Hall about Wednesday afternoon activities - we're actually expected to use our time constructively! Crazy foreign ideas.
Um...went to Julia's....drank tea...home...food....sleep....blah blah, etc.
Thursday:
The first day of lessons at Kings! Excited? I wasn't. Well, maybe a bit.
I was picked up by Nick and his family in the morning, talked to Bob about murder in the Inland Revenue before beginning the trek to my form room. I lost two sherpas and a yak, but made it there just in time.
My memory is hazy, but I had Maths, Economics and Religious Studies.
Maths was quite dull, but Economics was quite good - I sat next to Julia, and in front of Jack and Stuart. We made paper fish, the point of which was - for my absent minded, but better, half - to understand how developing economies need to work together in order to develop, and the principles of mass production, imports and exports, economic survival...all neatly summed up in a paper fish and poncho.
Uh...memory gap...another joke!
What do you call a man with no arms or legs?
Whatever you want to!
I'm sorry, was that bad taste? I can never tell.
Uh...school...stuff...anyway!
Went back to Julia's...slept...
Friday:
Arrived at school bright and early, though with a slightly damp shirt.
More lessons, no frees. First History lesson in the afternoon - very dull, though I have learnt a surprising amount.
My bag is so heavy it has formed its own gravitational field. Ooh...nerdy joke there. Want another?
What do mathematicians do before they go to bed?
Put on their pi-jamas!
Anyway. School has been good, with my friends, made some new friends, could write more but I am bored, so I will sign off.
Bye!
Saturday, September 04, 2004
An daring daylight robbery of Fort Knox on Elephant back?
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
So...here we are again. How cosy. Just me, an empty mug, and this empty white screen glaring back at me, slaughtering my innocent rods and cones in their millions. Just listen to the screams. Hear them?
To try and stem the massacre, I will - because I'm such a noble guy - fill this screen with black writing, to shield the deadly white glare! Huzzah!
Well, I can see spots, better get started...
The extremely long Summer holidays are nearly over - just 4 more days off (including this one) before starting at my new school in Sixth Form - oh how different things will be. In a good way, hopefully.
I have begun my sporadic learning of Latin once again...I must try to stick with it this time. I would also like to try and learn Arabic. Thinking about it, I may try to find a good book (like my Latin self-teaching books, which are excellent). Books are so much easier to get along with than people. Julia's mother has kindly lent me one of her beginner's Kanji Dictionary (Japanese). Very interesting so far.
It is Sarah's 17th (!) birthday party on Monday night. We will be camping out at Sacrewell Farm, a place with many fond memories for myself (and hopefully for at least one other person...)
I have also offered to try and tackle an essay on Islam - the homework of a Sixth Former I (barely) know. Merely to try my hand before starting the course, I don't expect it to be anything like what the teachers are looking for.
Uh....other things...um....my main occupation as of late as been...well, Julia. And I'm sure she would not wish me to disclose such details to the ravenous internet audience. Sorry, fans.
However, while in her illustrious company, I did this personality test, and apparently I am an Idealist:
In situations where they can’t use their talents or are unappreciated, Idealists may have trouble expressing themselves and withdraw. Under extreme stress, Idealists may become very critical of others, or lose confidence in their own ability to cope.
Recognition for their work is important to Idealists; however, they are also good at spotting false praise.
So...here we are again. How cosy. Just me, an empty mug, and this empty white screen glaring back at me, slaughtering my innocent rods and cones in their millions. Just listen to the screams. Hear them?
To try and stem the massacre, I will - because I'm such a noble guy - fill this screen with black writing, to shield the deadly white glare! Huzzah!
Well, I can see spots, better get started...
The extremely long Summer holidays are nearly over - just 4 more days off (including this one) before starting at my new school in Sixth Form - oh how different things will be. In a good way, hopefully.
I have begun my sporadic learning of Latin once again...I must try to stick with it this time. I would also like to try and learn Arabic. Thinking about it, I may try to find a good book (like my Latin self-teaching books, which are excellent). Books are so much easier to get along with than people. Julia's mother has kindly lent me one of her beginner's Kanji Dictionary (Japanese). Very interesting so far.
It is Sarah's 17th (!) birthday party on Monday night. We will be camping out at Sacrewell Farm, a place with many fond memories for myself (and hopefully for at least one other person...)
I have also offered to try and tackle an essay on Islam - the homework of a Sixth Former I (barely) know. Merely to try my hand before starting the course, I don't expect it to be anything like what the teachers are looking for.
Uh....other things...um....my main occupation as of late as been...well, Julia. And I'm sure she would not wish me to disclose such details to the ravenous internet audience. Sorry, fans.
However, while in her illustrious company, I did this personality test, and apparently I am an Idealist:
- Make sense of the world using inner values
- Focus on personal growth and the growth of others
- Think of themselves as bright, forgiving and curious
- May sometimes appear stubborn
Idealists put time and energy into developing personal values that they use as a guide through life. They may seek fulfilment by helping others improve themselves and often want to make the world a better place. Idealists only share their inner values with people they respect.
Idealists enjoy discussions about a wide range of topics, particularly those that deal with the future. They are typically easy-going and flexible, but if their values are challenged they may refuse to compromise.In situations where they can’t use their talents or are unappreciated, Idealists may have trouble expressing themselves and withdraw. Under extreme stress, Idealists may become very critical of others, or lose confidence in their own ability to cope.
Recognition for their work is important to Idealists; however, they are also good at spotting false praise.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Turners Nook
I wrote a longer entry earlier but lost it, so I shall be brief and just state my GCSE results:
Maths A*
English Lit A
English Lang B
Science (Double) A* A*
History A*
Sociology A*
Business Studies A
Graphics D
French B
Religious Education A*
So, including my A* last year, that makes 7 A*s, 2 As, 2 Bs and a D for my GCSEs.
Also, I got an A in the Maths AS level.
Maths A*
English Lit A
English Lang B
Science (Double) A* A*
History A*
Sociology A*
Business Studies A
Graphics D
French B
Religious Education A*
So, including my A* last year, that makes 7 A*s, 2 As, 2 Bs and a D for my GCSEs.
Also, I got an A in the Maths AS level.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
One Minute Ago, Kyle Quit the Band...
Hello to all you robots, AIs, alien spies, and general web surfers.
As you may have noticed, I haven't updated for quite a while now, and I can offer no excuse. I am a bad person. So, to make up for this, instead of boring you with the (few) activities I've been up to the past few weeks, I will give you a collection of interesting links for your entertainment.
Interested in blackmailing George? Start digging here!
http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20040816&s=williams
Your worries about where to find the phone number of Cthulhu or what Nyarlathotep's favourite shampoo is are over at last!
http://www.cthuugle.com/
You think that light in the sky is the moon?
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/docsfbi.shtml
Your wait is over at last.
http://www.buildup.tv/bc/
Release some of that primal aggression by wiping out lives at the click of a mouse.
http://homokaasu.org/killeveryone/kill.gas
If you haven't seen these, you haven't lived.
http://www.explodingdog.com/
Before I forget - this should be your web home. Often you need never leave it to find information.
www.everything2.org
Death...he's just this guy, you know?
http://www.deathgetsawebsite.com/
Continuing the theme...any geek worth his salt has already seen this, of course.
http://www.sfdt.com/
Well, that's all for now folks.
As you may have noticed, I haven't updated for quite a while now, and I can offer no excuse. I am a bad person. So, to make up for this, instead of boring you with the (few) activities I've been up to the past few weeks, I will give you a collection of interesting links for your entertainment.
Interested in blackmailing George? Start digging here!
http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20040816&s=williams
Your worries about where to find the phone number of Cthulhu or what Nyarlathotep's favourite shampoo is are over at last!
http://www.cthuugle.com/
You think that light in the sky is the moon?
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/docsfbi.shtml
Your wait is over at last.
http://www.buildup.tv/bc/
Release some of that primal aggression by wiping out lives at the click of a mouse.
http://homokaasu.org/killeveryone/kill.gas
If you haven't seen these, you haven't lived.
http://www.explodingdog.com/
Before I forget - this should be your web home. Often you need never leave it to find information.
www.everything2.org
Death...he's just this guy, you know?
http://www.deathgetsawebsite.com/
Continuing the theme...any geek worth his salt has already seen this, of course.
http://www.sfdt.com/
Well, that's all for now folks.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Orion is a dirty word
Ahem.
I am at Julia's, and have just finished a cup of tea. And some chocolate digestives.
Type your body here.
In a few minutes, we are going to Tesco Metro to buy food and miscellaneous items for youth hostelling. We are meeting tomorrow at about half 8 at the train station, for any aspiring stalkers out there.
Tonight is the Jack Hunt prom, as I believe I have mentioned. To be honest, I am not really looking forward to it, for various reasons...
Anyway, we are off to read about the fascinating world of vitamins on www.everything2.com.
Have fun, y'all.
I am at Julia's, and have just finished a cup of tea. And some chocolate digestives.
Type your body here.
In a few minutes, we are going to Tesco Metro to buy food and miscellaneous items for youth hostelling. We are meeting tomorrow at about half 8 at the train station, for any aspiring stalkers out there.
Tonight is the Jack Hunt prom, as I believe I have mentioned. To be honest, I am not really looking forward to it, for various reasons...
Anyway, we are off to read about the fascinating world of vitamins on www.everything2.com.
Have fun, y'all.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Upward facing dog.
Well howdy doody.
I have just had a delicious spaghetti bolognaise sauce, made my Mark. He's my semi/quasi/stepdad. Well, stepdad. But first things first.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday for those of you too tired or drunk to figure out the current day) have been/will be my Induction days at Kings. This involves a mixture of a variety of talks on different aspects of the school, 'taster sessions' of my options - an outline of the syllabus and example material - and tomorrow, a BBQ! Will probably be disappointing, as most such things are, but hopefully the food will be good.
However, the major positive aspect of this is that it is my first taster of school life with my friends (including Julia). I could explain the friends thing (and I do have friends at my old school, several of whom are also going to Kings) but it is complicated and I don't even know who you are. You could my mother, nosing through the history. Hello Mum! Thanks for the Vitamin B!
But I digress.
I will now get to see Julia (and my friends) every day! This is a very positive (and slightly strange, but in a good way) thing. Also, she lives just round the corner from the school, so I can go back to hers after a school for a nice hot cup of tea (and if you think that's just an innuendo, you don't know either of us).
However, Kings is also a very good school in its own respects. The quality of the teaching seems much better, and the teachers much friendlier - though coming into it as a Sixth Former, where you are treated with more respect and intelligence than a Year 7, may help.
The pupils in general are also much friendlier. At Jack Hunt, there were quite a few nice (terrible word, must cut down) people. However, there were just as many complete and utter...um...nasty people. There seem to be very few at Kings, meaning I can act my confident and friendly self, as opposed to the shy and intimidated self (who is coming out less and less these days.
Anyway, so my peers are more...congenial.
The buildings are very different. I suppose it's about the same size, in terms of floor space, as Jack Hunt, but is a very different layout - two stories, for one thing. The buildings are much older and far more archaic - twists, turns, and knobbly bits all over the place. I am finding my way about surprisingly easily though. Like chewing a brick.
Also, in two days it is the end of Year 11 prom (for Jack Hunt). It should be quite good.
However, far more importantly, and to which I am looking forward to far more, is the youth hostelling trip, which I believe I have already mentioned. Julia is coming over on Thursday to help me pack - in my new hiking bag! I went with my Dad after school today to buy it - 65 litres. A tad bigger than I'd have liked, but the next size down was too small. Ho hum.
Dooby dooby doo....aah yes. I had Kung Fu this evening, which was exhausting, to say the least. The most intensive workout so far - I had to stop near the end and sit down in the fresh air because I did feel like I was about the throw up. Great stuff though - and I learnt an elbow strike, how to spar, and how to push someone to the floor easily. School tomorrow should be fun....
Anyway. I've been typing too long, my spine's hurting (I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor in my bedroom on the laptop) and I need an early night, to catch up.
So I bid you all a very fond farewell. Unless you're one of my enemies. You guys suck.
I have just had a delicious spaghetti bolognaise sauce, made my Mark. He's my semi/quasi/stepdad. Well, stepdad. But first things first.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday for those of you too tired or drunk to figure out the current day) have been/will be my Induction days at Kings. This involves a mixture of a variety of talks on different aspects of the school, 'taster sessions' of my options - an outline of the syllabus and example material - and tomorrow, a BBQ! Will probably be disappointing, as most such things are, but hopefully the food will be good.
However, the major positive aspect of this is that it is my first taster of school life with my friends (including Julia). I could explain the friends thing (and I do have friends at my old school, several of whom are also going to Kings) but it is complicated and I don't even know who you are. You could my mother, nosing through the history. Hello Mum! Thanks for the Vitamin B!
But I digress.
I will now get to see Julia (and my friends) every day! This is a very positive (and slightly strange, but in a good way) thing. Also, she lives just round the corner from the school, so I can go back to hers after a school for a nice hot cup of tea (and if you think that's just an innuendo, you don't know either of us).
However, Kings is also a very good school in its own respects. The quality of the teaching seems much better, and the teachers much friendlier - though coming into it as a Sixth Former, where you are treated with more respect and intelligence than a Year 7, may help.
The pupils in general are also much friendlier. At Jack Hunt, there were quite a few nice (terrible word, must cut down) people. However, there were just as many complete and utter...um...nasty people. There seem to be very few at Kings, meaning I can act my confident and friendly self, as opposed to the shy and intimidated self (who is coming out less and less these days.
Anyway, so my peers are more...congenial.
The buildings are very different. I suppose it's about the same size, in terms of floor space, as Jack Hunt, but is a very different layout - two stories, for one thing. The buildings are much older and far more archaic - twists, turns, and knobbly bits all over the place. I am finding my way about surprisingly easily though. Like chewing a brick.
Also, in two days it is the end of Year 11 prom (for Jack Hunt). It should be quite good.
However, far more importantly, and to which I am looking forward to far more, is the youth hostelling trip, which I believe I have already mentioned. Julia is coming over on Thursday to help me pack - in my new hiking bag! I went with my Dad after school today to buy it - 65 litres. A tad bigger than I'd have liked, but the next size down was too small. Ho hum.
Dooby dooby doo....aah yes. I had Kung Fu this evening, which was exhausting, to say the least. The most intensive workout so far - I had to stop near the end and sit down in the fresh air because I did feel like I was about the throw up. Great stuff though - and I learnt an elbow strike, how to spar, and how to push someone to the floor easily. School tomorrow should be fun....
Anyway. I've been typing too long, my spine's hurting (I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor in my bedroom on the laptop) and I need an early night, to catch up.
So I bid you all a very fond farewell. Unless you're one of my enemies. You guys suck.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
And in the Mulberry corner
www.pgdp.net
Distributed Proofreaders. An excellent internet project, which you will either find fascinating and addictive, or dull and repetitive. There's only one way to find out - sign up and try it!
It will help improve your grammar, as well.
I am at my father's now - Maxey Hall. Sounds grand, I think you'll agree. It is, contrary to the name, just a farmhouse, not especially big. It does, however, have quite a big garden...and a couple of fields (but I think one is actually a paddock. I don't know what the difference is, but I am too scared to find out.)
As I may have mentioned in my last post, Daniel stayed round last night (stayed, not slept...he was up the whole night watching baseball). I, of course, got a good night's sleep in my bed upstairs.
I just managed to catch Julia before she left for choir, and she came round a couple of hours later. We watched Men in Black II, and Alex came round a bit as well.
I got into some trouble, due to the irresistibleness (I know, dear) of Julia, but hey ho.
And I need to go now, to help my Dad move something, possibly house. Ha ha, I kid. Ahem. Wish me luck!
Distributed Proofreaders. An excellent internet project, which you will either find fascinating and addictive, or dull and repetitive. There's only one way to find out - sign up and try it!
It will help improve your grammar, as well.
I am at my father's now - Maxey Hall. Sounds grand, I think you'll agree. It is, contrary to the name, just a farmhouse, not especially big. It does, however, have quite a big garden...and a couple of fields (but I think one is actually a paddock. I don't know what the difference is, but I am too scared to find out.)
As I may have mentioned in my last post, Daniel stayed round last night (stayed, not slept...he was up the whole night watching baseball). I, of course, got a good night's sleep in my bed upstairs.
I just managed to catch Julia before she left for choir, and she came round a couple of hours later. We watched Men in Black II, and Alex came round a bit as well.
I got into some trouble, due to the irresistibleness (I know, dear) of Julia, but hey ho.
And I need to go now, to help my Dad move something, possibly house. Ha ha, I kid. Ahem. Wish me luck!
Friday, June 25, 2004
Oh dear...
Again, I am neglecting.
Please make me update.
I have just returned with Daniel from Poppy's - an end of exam leaving film thing.
Oh yes - exams have finished. Last one this morning (Sociology). Huzzah. It also means an end to my time at Jack Hunt - a transition fully completed by Induction Week at Kings, starting on Monday. I am looking forward to it.
Anyway. Poppy's. It was fun - we watched Seven and part of The Shining. I played the piano and table football, both terribly. Shocking, considering my absitence from the cider. I was, however, missing someone terribly.
I have decided on a plan to get into Oxford (you can't apply for Oxford and Cambridge in the same year, I have decided against Cambridge). I wish to study Mathematics, or a degree incorporating Mathematics, like Mathematics and Philosophy. However, bearing in mind how difficult it is to get a place, I have a plan - write a groundbreaking paper on some area of mathematics, thus showing my aptitude in an original manner. Swish.
Please make me update.
I have just returned with Daniel from Poppy's - an end of exam leaving film thing.
Oh yes - exams have finished. Last one this morning (Sociology). Huzzah. It also means an end to my time at Jack Hunt - a transition fully completed by Induction Week at Kings, starting on Monday. I am looking forward to it.
Anyway. Poppy's. It was fun - we watched Seven and part of The Shining. I played the piano and table football, both terribly. Shocking, considering my absitence from the cider. I was, however, missing someone terribly.
I have decided on a plan to get into Oxford (you can't apply for Oxford and Cambridge in the same year, I have decided against Cambridge). I wish to study Mathematics, or a degree incorporating Mathematics, like Mathematics and Philosophy. However, bearing in mind how difficult it is to get a place, I have a plan - write a groundbreaking paper on some area of mathematics, thus showing my aptitude in an original manner. Swish.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
In another hole...
It's me again. Sorry for the lack of posting the last couple of days, but I have been quite preoccupied.
On Saturday, I went to Sarah's.
To be more precise:
Nick came round in the morning.
We caught the bus - it was 12 minutes late.
On the bus already was Julia, Daniel, Alex, Haggis and Andrena.
We rode the bus to Oundle and met Sarah there.
I broke the umbrella.
I lost the spring.
Due to me staying behind to look for the spring, and Julia staying behind because I was, we arrived at Sarah's house later than the rest.
On arrival, we discovered Daniel had lost the other spring.
We had tea.
A roof was climbed.
We watched the Aristocats.
We went to the field.
Umm...ah!
I opened up a can of whup-ass.
We went to the hall.
Oh, it was Sarah's Mum's 40th.
There was a buffet.
And dancing.
I danced with some random girl. Lucky Julia wasn't there, else she would have been jealous.
We returned to the tent at about half 1.
...tents are fun.
Woke up after a brief amount of sleep.
Julia left early.
I stayed with Sarah, Nick, HAggis and Steg for a while.
Tartan universes are fun also.
I drank some tea.
Got home.
Went for supper with my family.
Went to sleep.
Woke up.
Went to my Graphics exam.
Came home.
Sorted through photos.
Went to my Business Studies exam.
Came home.
Rang McDonald's in Bretton.
Went to Julia's.
Revised Physics (alpha to omega).
Hem hem.
Came home.
Had cake.
Watched the Mighty Boosh.
Slept.
Woke up.
Drank tea.
Had a bath.
Looked at some photos.
Drank tea.
Rang Julia.
Drank tea.
Revised Sociology.
Started typing this.
Finished typing this.
On Saturday, I went to Sarah's.
To be more precise:
Nick came round in the morning.
We caught the bus - it was 12 minutes late.
On the bus already was Julia, Daniel, Alex, Haggis and Andrena.
We rode the bus to Oundle and met Sarah there.
I broke the umbrella.
I lost the spring.
Due to me staying behind to look for the spring, and Julia staying behind because I was, we arrived at Sarah's house later than the rest.
On arrival, we discovered Daniel had lost the other spring.
We had tea.
A roof was climbed.
We watched the Aristocats.
We went to the field.
Umm...ah!
I opened up a can of whup-ass.
We went to the hall.
Oh, it was Sarah's Mum's 40th.
There was a buffet.
And dancing.
I danced with some random girl. Lucky Julia wasn't there, else she would have been jealous.
We returned to the tent at about half 1.
...tents are fun.
Woke up after a brief amount of sleep.
Julia left early.
I stayed with Sarah, Nick, HAggis and Steg for a while.
Tartan universes are fun also.
I drank some tea.
Got home.
Went for supper with my family.
Went to sleep.
Woke up.
Went to my Graphics exam.
Came home.
Sorted through photos.
Went to my Business Studies exam.
Came home.
Rang McDonald's in Bretton.
Went to Julia's.
Revised Physics (alpha to omega).
Hem hem.
Came home.
Had cake.
Watched the Mighty Boosh.
Slept.
Woke up.
Drank tea.
Had a bath.
Looked at some photos.
Drank tea.
Rang Julia.
Drank tea.
Revised Sociology.
Started typing this.
Finished typing this.
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