People who happen to spend more than a few passing minutes with me and a certain group of friends of mine (namely Jameses, Rod, Carl and Dingo) are amazed at the amount of randomness the conversations produce. While I can’t speak for other people, I have a suspicion our conversations start like any other, a random anecdote or piece of information kicks it off and moves from there. This is where the magic often happens, someone moves the conversation in a direction no-one could have ever predicted and we end up in Kansas, or Wonderland. (As an aside, I’ve never read nor watched Alice in Wonderland). Anyway, I digress – from what I’m not entirely sure due to the fact that there doesn’t appear to be a point to this post.
Now I will get to the point soon, so stay with me and the point shall present itself.
Now my history is a little bit scratchy, but I believe it was Jameses who coined the phrase “Random Minutes” in relation to the time that I must spend each day thinking of random/useless information. I had never thought about it like this, but I suppose he had a point. There is a lot of time while I’m riding my bike, or waiting for the coffee to be made where my mind wanders, through corridors that often will never be walked (or wandered) again. At the time Jameses suggested this concept I recall him targeting me specifically of this affliction, but I think as his recent post regarding his exploration of some new music suggests that he too is a sufferer.
Now the point of all of this explaining is not only to record the concept of “Random Minutes” for posterity but to announce a plan I have for this blog over the next week, and into the future. I am planning to spend time every day of this week writing on this blog, I’m talking about actual meaningful content. By meaningful content it might be random observations (read: not necessarily meaningful) but it won’t just be a link or 2 that I’ve collected from the net. My plan is to post something each day. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep it up but I’ll give it a shot and see how I feel come next Sunday.
It’s a common occurence these days, someone requesting you to be your friend on Facebook who you aren’t actually friends with. What is a friend? Usually my guideline is that if I walked past any of these people in the street, I’d stop and have a yar or maybe sit down for a quiet (or not so quiet ale). Now recently, my social network has intersected with groups of people that went to highschool with me, lots of these people I didn’t ever speak to at school let alone was I friends with, so should I tweak my “rule” and add people who I know but really wouldn’t have a beer with.
You see the problem I have with adding these “known strangers” isn’t with them getting to stalk me. It’s that if I send out an invitation to all of my friends to come to a party – I only want the “have a beer friends” to come. At the end of the day, more friends are cool – Right?
Over the past year or 2 I’ve had the pleasure of spending quite a great deal of time with a number of English people – friends from netball, colleagues, travel friends and housemates. Now, there is a lot to like about people from the motherland and I’ve rarely met one whom I didn’t care to be around (unlike Americans who tend to be very abrasive). Now with out further ado I’ll enumerate a few of the little things that I really can’t understand, but am always entertained by.
- Obviously the biggest point of concern, why the fuck do the english drink so much tea. Not only do they drink a shitload of it, but they are more than happy to make one for you.
- English girls always sign off text messages with xx. As one of my good friend found out, this doesn’t necessarily go down well with Australian girl friends.
- The sun. Now I love the sun as much as anyone but the English really do have a great love for lying in the sun until they turn into lobsters.
- Last but not least, Football. I really can’t figure out why every single English person loves the game so much. It’s fine by me – as far as I’m concerned it’s a valid choice for a favourite sport, however it’s pretty much comprehensively loved. More than Australians love cricket and more than (this might be a big call) Kiwis love rugby.
As Jen the Pom has rightly pointed out in my comments, English people don’t fill their glasses all the way to the top. This was discovered when we were pouring our own beers from jugs at the RE and continuosly my glass was full, but not full. There are 2 major excuses for this, firstly so you don’t spill your drink when you are walking with it and secondly because pint glasses are actually supposed to have about a centimetre of head at the top.
With the release of Gnoos, the new Australian blog search engine (that’s quite a mouthful) I thought it pertinent to show a quick cross-section of some of my favourite blogs at the moment. I think it would be worth your time to go and have a look, I open my reader every day hoping that I will see a new post from one of these guys.
- Decisive Moments. A man and his bike(s). It’s gripping stuff every Monday or Tuesday hearing about the latest races.
- Jameses has been blogging up a storm lately, a good stream of consciousness style that makes me enjoy the random observations of my friends.
- Ftrain. You need to read to believe, I love the writing and the concept of the Ftrain. If only he would write more often.
- Fi has just started this, and so far it far outweighs expectations. I sincerely hope her jaunts that she is going to switch it off as quickly as she started are in jest.
I have a number of friends who are vegetarians. They don’t eat meat, because they don’t like the idea of killing animals, yet they eat fish. Apparently, fish are not animals or they deserve to die.
Fish and Chip-o-crits.
I’m in what I think is a funny age group when concerned with the net, most of my friends haven’t been using the for ever (since it began) yet, alot of them live and breathe on it. None of them use livejournal or myspace, and we all chat on msn messenger.
I read that alot of teenagers and their groups of friends use things like these and keep up to date with what everyone is doing with them. Even one of the apprentices at work has an msn space, but he is about 4 years younger than me.
It’s interesting to see the uptake of blogging in and around my circle of friends. At the moment of my more computer addicted friends are the early adopters. Dave and Clint live in front of their computers, but Jameses isn’t what I would call a geek, his interest in blogging is more for writings sake. His blog is worth a look.