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Christ do I gotta be like that

Hey hey. So what have I been up to? Well not whole heaps. Just normal life mostly. Work and sleep. I'm starting to like Scotch Dave more and more. He's a really nice guy. I can't see us being amazing friends though. He's quite quiet and we don't share any interests we can both get passionate about. I think part of the problem is that I'm probably comparing him with Stoke Dave who was always up for a laugh and wanting to jam and whatnot.

Anyways, as I say he's a nice guy, so it's not really a problem. This Thursday and Friday I had to do a course on Statistics and Data Handling in Biology (YAWN!!!). I really hate statistics, as do most biologists. The only scientists who actually know statistics are statisticians and ecologists. Everyone else just asks statisticians what to do when they need it (i.e. when they're publishing stuff). So needless to say it wasn't the most exciting bunch of lectures and stuff. I got quite a number of sudokus done though.

Thursday night, I went out with my friend Alex's lab-folk for a curry and many drinks. It's really weird. I'm more integrated into his lab than I am in my own. I barely have any sort of social situation with my own lab. I get the impression that I'm not well liked. They don't seem hostile towards me, just sort of apathetic. I try to start the occasional conversation, but they rarely last longer than a couple of minutes. I've been out drinking with Alex's lab a number of times now and we have a hoot every time I do.

Anyways, 'twas a good night with much drunkness and much curry. I had lots of fun and got into an argument with a tory. HA! It was fun. I like having arguments with someone who's passionate about what they believe. This guy absolutely bummed Margaret Thatcher (despite being a Northerner) and so we had quite an argument about it. I have to admit I nearly spat out my food when he told me Hitler was left wing though (his whole basis was that Hitler nationalised many industries - he wasn't just incredibly insane). Mind you, I on the other hand argued for Stalin being right wing. 'Twas a fun politically charged argument.

Anywhos, didn't really do anything on Friday night. Sort of planned to maybe do stuff, but it never materialised. I've done very little over the weekend, but on Saturday night, I did manage to go out with Dave and Fiona to see Rocky Balboa. It's hilarious. It sticks faithfully to the old Rocky format. In fact, I'd say the plot is more or less identical to the first film. The world champion takes on a fighter who is thought to have no chance. In the end the result of the fight is the same in both films.

It's definitely directed with a different style though. Fear not! There's still a good old-fashioned training montage and a sort of Adrian replacement. It suddenly goes weird during the fight itself though. There's a montage of sorts so that you don't actually have to sit through 10 3-minute rounds, and suddenly it goes all arty. There are lots of flashback things and random black-and-white shots showing only the red of blood and stuff like that. Bizarre. Definitely worth seeing if you love Rocky films though. It's cheesy as fuck and has a vast plethora of cheesy lines. You know the type "You'll show em that the last thing to age in a man is his heart" "Life's not about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep going". Fuck yeah! Motivation and a half!

Afterwards we went out to 5th Ave and got really quite drunk. I discovered that my self-made Bob Dylan t-shirt attracts random people to come and talk to me to tell me how awesome my t-shirt is... which is nice. Afterwards we came home, got a little stoned and discussed shite. Nice.

Oooh, I noticed another thing about myself recently (I seem to be doing a lot of self-discovery recently). I judge people based on the newspaper they're reading. Not people I know, people I see in the street, on the train etc. I only really noticed when it came to extremes. I looked up from my Prospect magazine on the train the other day (I only recently discovered this magazine - it's brilliant!) to see the man across from me reading Zoo magazine (for any of you foreign types, this isn't a zoological journal, but rather a lewd magazine boasting headlines such as "Britain's best boobs") and I suddenly realised I'd immediately judged this man as an immature ignorant perve - a harsh judgement I'm sure you'll agree.

I then started thinking about it more as I went through my day. My opinion of somebody reading something like the Times or the Telegraph isn't really altered. I tend to think of people reading the Mail or the Express as right wing and probably at least slightly racist and my view of people reading the Independent or Guardian tends to start at a higher level. Having noticed this, I'm starting to consciously stop doing it, but I found it rather striking that I could judge someone off something so meagre.

Anyways, I was listening to 'Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie' a minute ago and it's just sooooo good. The words are amazing and the following passage really stood out to me:

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue or sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know when they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
'Cause sometimes you hear 'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming


I very nearly put the whole poem up, but it's too long. So much of it 'speaks to me' though, to be incredibly cliched. Well since I'm putting so much music up today. Why don't you have a listen yourselves: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie


By the bye, before I forget, I was compelled by ms_elusive to start a last.fm thingamajig so if any of you are into that sort of thing, add me or whatever it is. I'm CheeesusChrist as you might expect. Well toodles.

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cunae
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
What does your home-made Dylan shirt look like?

I do like those lyrics. I have the version from the Bootleg Series, but I'm assuming you posted the album version, so I'm a-downloadin' away. Thanks! :)
cheeesuschrist
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:18 am (UTC)
It doesn't look great to be honest. It looks pretty amateur. It's got a smoking Bob on the front and his quote "All I can do is be me, whoever that is" on the back.
cheeesuschrist
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:19 am (UTC)
Oh and it's the bootleg series version that I posted. I don't think there is an album version.
(Anonymous)
Jan. 29th, 2007 11:30 am (UTC)
Mega Maalai
So you never wrote a Mega Maalai review....I played flute in the 2nd act, if you remember any of it lol
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