Today I woke up with energy. The above seems like a small, trivial thing. To me though it is a wonderful thing. Over the last couple of weeks I have very much seen my energy levels become depleted. I am exercising less, eating less, sleeping more and feeling more and more tired. I have been …
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Mike Rann denies sex with former waitress
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Fat: The Solution Starts Here?
Let me say that I may have some facts wrong in this story, and feel somewhat bad. Some of my readers are going to know who I’m talking about as this story develops, so apologies to them! And feel 100% to correct me if I’m wrong, or to tell me to STFU. Nicely, of course.
I’m sitting at my desk writing this on my lunch break, and a thought just popped into my head in regards to coworkers. Let me add a few things up for you: Two of my previous articles touch on this, so there is this one which is about Society being too PC, and this one about people who are obviously overweight but do nothing to help themselves (a bit of a debate going on so feel free to fuel the fire)
What happened you see, is I was in the lift with my fruit juice and slice of banana bread for lunch (for serious) and this guy got in with 3 Large Pizzas. Now, I know they were probably (but not definately!) not all for him, good chance is that he would partake in the devouring of them. At least a bit. The other truth in this is that the level he got out at is full of people who, like himself, aren’t exactly in great shape.
He stood there and I almost audibly groaned. He was panting. Seriously. Like standing there was hard work. Ok, yes, admittedly he may have just ran a marathon and this pizza was his reward, and so panting _might_ be ok. But more than likely in the suit he was wearing, this isn’t the case. Rather, standing was tiring him.
As he waddled out of the elevator, I could barely help but to say something to him. I didn’t, but perhaps I should have. How could I a guy who is physicaly out of shape and unwell be devouring more crap for their bodies? I know we are *all* guilty of this, but there needs to be a limit, right?
One of the big arguments against it is that it is their body, they can do what they want with it. The problem with this, especially somewhere like Australia where there is universal health care, is that while it is their body, the effects of it being so unwell and at risk effect everyone (all that pay taxes at least).
So I guess the thing that I was thinking was it is so wrong for people to … put them in their place? Maybe this is the wrong way to say it. But perhaps I said somethign to this man and be like “oh, doesn’t look like you need those pizzas” would I be in the wrong? The immediate answer is yes. This is a stranger who I do not know, who’s business is not mine. It is offensive and politically incorrect. But honestly, perhaps this is what society needs?
I know that if I was overweight and in line for McDonalds, and someone (especially the cashier [lol]) was like ‘oh, I really don’t think you need to be here” I would leave. Perhaps cry, slit my wrists, etc. But I’d definitely leave McDonalds.
I’m probably offending way too many people right now, so I’ll stop.
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What Defines Existence?
Something that had me thinking yesterday was the idea of existence. The question I’m really stuck on, which is subjective I suppose, is.. what exists?
I have two things which I want to propose:
1.In front of me on my desk is a little paper clip in the shape of a man. Does the paper clip exist?
2. Last night I had a dream that I was back up home in the country. Did my dream exist?
I suppose to answer either of them, we need to disentangle what it really means to exist. Dictionary meanings aside (as a dictionary will only tell us what the meaning of the word is, not what defines something that does-) I call to look upon what we know.
Each of us, except perhaps those that have been under the influence a few times too many, would have to agree that we exist. I believe that I exist. How can I be so sure? By relying on natural intuition I can infer that I exist. My senses tell me that I am real: I can see myself, I can hear myself, I can touch myself, I can taste myself, I can smell myself. For all purposes I know, I exist.
But, this alone, does not mean we exist I think. You see, a person who is suffering from clinical dillusions can hear, see, taste, smell and feel something that is not there- because all of these things are mere perceptions and if their brain is perceiving something differently, then they have an altered sense of ‘existence’.
So, this brings in perhaps the most important category for something to exist: rationalisation.
One of the big things that sets people apart from animals is that we have higher intellect: we can consciously think and make decisions that do not rely solely upon intuition and the ‘need to survive’. We can rationalise and prioritise thoughts and belief systems.
With this said, for something to exist, does it need to be rational?
The scenario of a dillusional person experiencing something that [does not] exist- the reason what what they are experiencing does not exist is because it is not rational: it is induced by irrationalism.
By these categories (intuition: my senses tell me it exists; rational: it makes sense to exist) the first question I asked at the beginning of this, if my paper clip exists- we can infer that for all purposes my paper clip does exist. Within its physical self, it is real.
Unfortunately though, based on the categories mentioned, we cannot say if the dream existed. For certain, the ‘dream’ itself happened- dreams exist. But the ideas and happenings within the dream… do they exist?
I could feel, hear, see, taste and smell the happenings within my dream- but like a mad-man, my mind was living a fallacy. In fact, isn’t any idea conjured just that?
Another scenario: a craftsman has an idea for a table he wishes to build, then he builds the table. The table exists as it fits these categories- but surely before the table existed, the idea of the table needed to exist?
So, how can we prove that ideas either do or do not exist?
I suppose the nearest I can give is the idea [so does this exist?] that even if it is an idea- if it is rational, it exists? Take Gravity as an example of this: it can not be proven, but it is so much more rationally acceptable than any other suggestion, that it is proposed to be more likely to exist than to not exist?
Some ancient traditions believe that if you meditated on an idea long enough, then it would come into (what they called) existence. These were given the name Tulpa. In these customs, ideas were not real, they did not exist as they were not made up of any of the elements- they are merely forms of energy rocketing around in your brain.
However, laws of physics state that energy can be transferred and converted into matter- therefor matter and energy are interchangeable. We believe electricity exists, though it is not necessarily physically there?
Do you have any ideas on what makes some thing exist?
Pink Funhouse Tour Australia 2009
Today I sit at my desk here at work (start work in a few minutes… this post is delayed) and I feel like death came by my place last night and raped me.
But I don’t mind, it was well worth it. You see, last night was the p!nk concert. And no matter how I feel today, nothing comes close.
Admittedly it was the second Pink concert I’ve been to- this one (Funhouse tour 2009) and the I’m Not Dead tour in 2007.
In honesty I did prefer some of the elements in the 2007 tour compared to this one, but very easily the overall concert was far better this time.
I was in GA at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre, and about 5 people away from the catwalk-styled stage on the western side. Not a bad place, expecially seeming my cousin and I rocked up as the support band (Evermore) were already playing. By the time Pink started, there was a nice large throng of people behind us.
Evermore, while I like a lot of their music, seemed like try-hards on stage. By the end of their set I was clapping just to see them get off the stage.
Then while some guest DJ played his mix for half an hour, some huge burly guy excused himself in front of us saying that he was trying to get to his wife. Rather, he planted himself down steadily in front of us. When I say a ‘huge burly guy’ I seriously mean that standing behind him, I couldn’t see anything at all.
My cousin and I were rather peeved at this, but then we started inching our way around him- and by the time Pink was on we were actually to the side & in front of him. Nice manouvre 
Then Pink came on, with an entrance that would be hard to beat. Springing out of a jack-in-the-box, hooked up to a high wire and flying through the air to the land up on the mainstage was a seriously awesome stunt.
I’ll be putting videos on my youtube tonight when I get home.
The songs Pink sang were a mix from her older albums as well as her new FunHouse album- which I think was really sweet. She sang some of my favourite all time songs including ‘Family Portrait’, as well as some covers such as Queens Bohemian Rhapsody.
Ending with a nice trapeze trick where she is lowered into a trapdoor on the stage, then comes back out flying through the air dripping wet… seriously a great piece of choreography.
I’m glad my cousin got tickets as I hadn’t planned on going. I shall never doubt going again.
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Warning: this post may be a bit emo
Sitting alone in my room, I let the silence press in around me. My eyes are closed and the odd sounds meeting my ears from outside play on my mind, making me believe things that aren?t really happening.
I allow my thoughts to slip back to a dream reality; thinking about a life that seems so long ago
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I am 13, sitting in the same position on my bed while living under my fathers roof. The country darkness screams at me through the window while a dim light shines from my desk against the wall. Warm, ruby rivers are slowly running down my wrist and onto my bed sheets.
I?m 16, sitting in the passenger seat of a ute. It belongs to someone I don?t know, and my bag is beside me. My entire wealth in a single bag. We are travelling along the highway towards Adelaide, my friends and family behind me. We sit in a mutual silence. He is doing me a favour, I am unsure why. When we reach our destination he will grunt at me roughly, which I know means ?Good Luck?, and I will be on my way in the city.
I am 18, and standing at a lectern. My entire school is sitting before me, listening to me give the end of year speech. I have only been at this school for a few months, but I have quickly become a well-known name. I finish my speech and a round of applause scatters itself around the gymnasium.
I am 20, and the scars of my past still rest raised along my worn skin, the memories however have faded into a distant dream. Unhappy days from when the world was a darker place, I can happily say they are behind me. Each morning as I wake to the world, I know that I wake for a reason.
Sitting alone in my room, I know that there are people everyday who went through worse than I did, and need the help of those that care. I feel for them, and just wish they had been able to hold on for as long as I could. I wish that they could realise that they are the type of people which can improve this world.
