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Sometimes I ask myself questions like: why am I constantly blogging?
But more on that later. Today was the first day of the term and I had five gruelling hours of lectures including a double seminar at the end of the day that felt like it lasted four hours. It felt really strange to wake up at 10am when I had been so accustomed to staggering out of bed at midday. I'm going to have to learn to sleep before 3.am if I'm going to make all my morning lectures. Last night I was up till 4.am listening to jazz and I was thinking that jazz is probably the only genre where you would struggle to find bad music- at least for stuff released from the 50's to the 80's since I dont listen to modern jazz (for me, jazz and poetry don't exist after 1980) You could actually walk into a store, pick a jazz CD at random and wouldnt be disappointed but you couldnt do that for rock or hip-hop or pop seventy percent of which is shit. Miles Davis just takes you places that few other musicians can.
But I digress. I only recently discovered something that has made my life a much happier and amusing place: personal ads in the newspaper. The 'Sunday times' has a full page-in tiny print- of something like a hundred ads by some very lonely people and its really quite funny. I can't believe I hadnt discovered these pleasures earlier. The ones I really dont understand are the ads saying FRIENDS WANTED and then saying something like 'we'll go fishing and have some tea' and talk. Surely you need a life if you are advertising for friends in the newspaper? There's something seriously wrong there. Meanwhile those looking for love are just as hilarious. I'm still not finished reading the one I've got, but I'm rationing it so I can spread out the laughs. Life is such that you can find laughs in the unlikeliest places. Of course some of these people are truly desperate for love so I shouldn't be mocking them. But I've mocked them already so it's too late.
The first time I gave this any thought was when I watched a hilarious stand-up comedian called Jimmy Carr on TV one night. He was talking about placing cheeky ads in the newpaper and actually getting them published. Stuff like 'WANTED: MINORITY TO SPOIL IT FOR THE REST OF US' or 'GULLIBLE STUNNER WANTED'. In the section I've got, there's an ad that actually says 'GOLD DIGGER WANTED..' and I suspect Jimmy Carr has struck again. You get such strange ads like 'WANTED: MAN AND HIS DOG TO WALK AROUND LONDON WITH ME' and I'm thinking 'huh?'. 99 percent of those ads are completely serious which makes them even funnier.
But anyway back to what I started off with: Why am I blogging? I find myself compelled to blog about just about everything that is going on in my life. Why exactly is this so? I'm not sure. maybe it's theurapetic. I'm not saying I need therapy (and I'm not saying I dont) but I guess blogging makes sure it doesn't come to that. Plus I can look back on this five years down the line and it will be like a photo album but...er...with words instead. And also because I enjoy writing I guess. Plus writing out these things helps me organise my life and get into gear when I need to. Sometimes I need to write out my thoughts to fully express them so that I can figure it out. And why am I blogging about why I'm blogging?
But more on that later. Today was the first day of the term and I had five gruelling hours of lectures including a double seminar at the end of the day that felt like it lasted four hours. It felt really strange to wake up at 10am when I had been so accustomed to staggering out of bed at midday. I'm going to have to learn to sleep before 3.am if I'm going to make all my morning lectures. Last night I was up till 4.am listening to jazz and I was thinking that jazz is probably the only genre where you would struggle to find bad music- at least for stuff released from the 50's to the 80's since I dont listen to modern jazz (for me, jazz and poetry don't exist after 1980) You could actually walk into a store, pick a jazz CD at random and wouldnt be disappointed but you couldnt do that for rock or hip-hop or pop seventy percent of which is shit. Miles Davis just takes you places that few other musicians can.
But I digress. I only recently discovered something that has made my life a much happier and amusing place: personal ads in the newspaper. The 'Sunday times' has a full page-in tiny print- of something like a hundred ads by some very lonely people and its really quite funny. I can't believe I hadnt discovered these pleasures earlier. The ones I really dont understand are the ads saying FRIENDS WANTED and then saying something like 'we'll go fishing and have some tea' and talk. Surely you need a life if you are advertising for friends in the newspaper? There's something seriously wrong there. Meanwhile those looking for love are just as hilarious. I'm still not finished reading the one I've got, but I'm rationing it so I can spread out the laughs. Life is such that you can find laughs in the unlikeliest places. Of course some of these people are truly desperate for love so I shouldn't be mocking them. But I've mocked them already so it's too late.
The first time I gave this any thought was when I watched a hilarious stand-up comedian called Jimmy Carr on TV one night. He was talking about placing cheeky ads in the newpaper and actually getting them published. Stuff like 'WANTED: MINORITY TO SPOIL IT FOR THE REST OF US' or 'GULLIBLE STUNNER WANTED'. In the section I've got, there's an ad that actually says 'GOLD DIGGER WANTED..' and I suspect Jimmy Carr has struck again. You get such strange ads like 'WANTED: MAN AND HIS DOG TO WALK AROUND LONDON WITH ME' and I'm thinking 'huh?'. 99 percent of those ads are completely serious which makes them even funnier.
But anyway back to what I started off with: Why am I blogging? I find myself compelled to blog about just about everything that is going on in my life. Why exactly is this so? I'm not sure. maybe it's theurapetic. I'm not saying I need therapy (and I'm not saying I dont) but I guess blogging makes sure it doesn't come to that. Plus I can look back on this five years down the line and it will be like a photo album but...er...with words instead. And also because I enjoy writing I guess. Plus writing out these things helps me organise my life and get into gear when I need to. Sometimes I need to write out my thoughts to fully express them so that I can figure it out. And why am I blogging about why I'm blogging?
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