tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5813049433205593392012-02-16T07:09:36.228-08:00A series of thoughts and experiences.Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-27621781408352102172010-05-26T14:52:00.000-07:002010-05-26T15:37:29.426-07:00

So, I've been away for a while....in a virtual sense. But this is not to say that I've had nothing to write about, quite the opposite.I'm not a student anymore, I've moved from one country to another, I've started a new career, I've shaved and I'm currently winging my way across Europe without any socks. On my travels I've found Frankfurt-ians to be not the most responsive people towards buskers,

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-87770787193174870042010-02-22T23:35:00.000-08:002010-02-25T14:19:01.121-08:00

I sat down at an internet terminal in Gatwick airport this morning, and what should I find next to me, but an open purse containing what looked like 100's of pounds. Guess what I did... :) Well firstly I looked around to see if anyone was close, there were a lot of people around, but no-one who was concerned with the purse. Then I spent my £1 worth of internet time, watching the purse, watching

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-28429632517128334552010-02-11T15:12:00.000-08:002010-02-11T15:54:50.316-08:00

So, Alexander McQueen is dead, am I sad? Yes I'm sad, because somebody's brother, somebody's son, somebody's friend is dead, not because we've lost a celebrity designer. I'm not a fan of the eulogizing that goes on when somebody dies, especially when the media report on a celebrity death.Now, I knew nothing about Mr. McQueen before today, other than the fact that he was a well respected designer.

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-70746161109540803462010-02-04T20:31:00.000-08:002010-02-10T13:53:08.534-08:00

So...ZEVMFNGH2UMHIf you're wondering what that is, I can't tell you, because I have no idea...or maybe I do but it's a secret ;)I attended a lecture today and to make one of his points a little more memorable, the lecturer - I won't tell you his name Steve - said, "if you're ever in a pub quiz and they ask you, what was the difference between Emile Durkheim and Karl Marx, Durkheim liked the

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-82724460530658256832010-02-03T09:01:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:40:25.592-08:00

The last four days have been made up of absolute highs and absolute lows. Some of the highs and most of the lows have played themselves out in the virtual world. So it got me thinking, and my thoughts strayed completely...and this is the result!!The idea of context is a huge part of conversation, when I say context I mean body language, facial expression, voice intonation, etc. I've been told

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-6576426020731233092010-01-27T03:27:00.000-08:002010-02-10T13:32:14.974-08:00

I will be on the road again tonight, heading for the ice and snow. It's a great time, those moments before you leave your house to travel. In the days leading up to it there might be a million and one things on your mind, but as the departure becomes more imminent, all these things fade, until the moment arrives and all you think about is, "Have I got my passport?". Then once you have left the

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Maybe yes....maybe no...But if I was completely honest...But even if I was completely dishonest I might tell you the same thing, so that statement is completely moot.So, as I was going to say, Iºve had 9 cans of carlsberg export but Iºm sure Iºll write something in the morning...tomorrow is a big day. Also Iºve pressed something on my keyboard AGAIN which has changed the language, but I donºt

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-37726150114024609272010-01-19T16:59:00.000-08:002010-01-19T17:26:43.664-08:00

And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.I won't go gentle....

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-50373295539968571202010-01-14T08:49:00.000-08:002010-01-14T10:48:06.122-08:00

Do we get what we want or what we're given?How can the BBC go from one news story on the Haiti disaster to another on a football manager who has been charged with tax evasion, and introduce it as 'BREAKING NEWS'? From a story about 50,000+ deaths in the past two days, to a single person who is only important to his family, friends and a handful of football fans who is a possible thief...and the

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-69902649847267104312010-01-12T16:35:00.000-08:002010-01-12T17:28:03.152-08:00

So I left Romania Monday and arrived back in Cardiff lunchtime yesterday but my journey took me via London Victoria Station...train and bus. It was an interesting place yesterday, as it probably is every day. These transient places attract people from every walk of life, who are not necessarily going to get on with each other.Two experiences stick in my mind. The first was the man at the ticket

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-89719798237092426462010-01-07T17:01:00.000-08:002010-01-07T17:40:02.172-08:00

It's 3am (Romania time) I can't sleep. I have spent so much time in bed over the last few days that my body doesn't know where it is. There are several reasons I have spent so much time in bed....tonight's reasons were the best!I performed in a bar tonight, when I'd finished somebody made the (correct) observation that I should interact more with the audience, share a bit more of myself...but I

Jon Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12939575487916745280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581304943320559339.post-19081733059749361672010-01-06T04:22:00.000-08:002010-01-06T06:02:02.307-08:00

I've found for the last three days that I am unable to get out of bed, Which concerned me on the first day, not so much the second, but today I am concerned once again.So with this, and the beginning of a new year in mind, I have started writing.I have few reasons to get out of bed, I do have some reading to do, but that can be done in bed and it's not so urgent. I could tidy the house a little.

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