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My first Life's History on a PDA... My command of the Handspring's clever alphabet will almost certainly leave me incapable of actually writing normally... perhaps I will become completely unemployable unless my job evolves into something entirely handspring based (or of course palm based for those who know...). Incidentally I've discovered that if you use a PDA in a shop people think you work there. Interesting... clearly not always a positive thing ... I shall be also be trying this out on the Tube (for those in lands afar read 'metro' or 'subway', and will inform you of my progress. I fear this month's life's history might be a bit "bitty", as no doubt I will be compelled to jot down thoughts as and when they appear (do thoughts 'appear'?).
Moving on, I think a brief celebration of the English weather would be nice. Although completely unwarranted. Living in a city, and a big one at that, the weather is perhaps less relevant than for someone either basing their lives on the fact that if it rains either they'll not be able to work or (shock! horror!) clean the Land Rover discovery... still today is looking likely to be a nice day out. The beach perhaps? The park?
Not to go on, but I can also write on the beach (which I am now - although am under pressure to allow it to allow my precious new toy to be used for solitaire...). Of course the danger there that you really look like someone who can't let go - although if I was writing this on a notepad no one would blink an eye-lid, I'd just be some creative young chap writing on the beach. Yet palm pilot (sorry, handspring visor deluxe) in hand and I appear tied to my office or someone who let go …
Letting go … the summer is far more fun as a student. Obvious isn't it? Jealousy is a terrible thing isn't it… not being a science student, even at the peak of my studies I could safely rely on a minimum of 4 days off per week (ample time to "leg go") And even on my days "on", my studies would not take up more than perhaps three or four hours. Bliss. Everyone is in such a hurry to grow up though. Finding a job seemed so important to me as a student. Now I work I cannot deny my shameless jealousy of anyone who is able to spend a day in the sun at will (although in the UK other factors contribute to this …).
You may have noticed I do rather enjoy expounding badly thought out or rather obvious philosophy. Regular readers (and if there are actually any, please email me!) will probably notice a theme. Again, please let me know what this theme is. I think I suffer from the not-so rare 90s phenomena of over analyzing things. I am by now means the biggest sufferer of this, but perhaps I am just a little bit too in touch with my feelings. Having a bad day? Good. I get the impression that philosophy can never come from people having a good day. Or at least not "good" philosophy. It comes from the fact that if the status quo is fine and there are no changes, why bother to tell people? Life changing is the aim of your typical philosopher. Imagine reading a article or book that basically told you that you were perfect and nothing needed to be changed. It's not going to make you thing really is it?
Your life is probably much better that you think. It's never going to be perfect (you'd get bored) but there is almost certainly a hell of a lot to be happy about. Okay, you can probably try harder, and you might be nicer to a few people, or be more aware of the world outside your immediate environs. Yet if you're reading this you've got access to the internet. If you're reading this you can read. English. Two (possibly three if you're not English) things to be thankful for. If you've spotted any of the (deliberate - honest) errors in this column your command of English is better than mine (and I'm English - honest).
Wise men never seem to say "this isn't so bad". In modern times we could cynically say this wouldn't sell. Perhaps the same applies to days gone by as well. Let's end on an up beat note. There is always something to be thankful. Trust me. I'm a wise man.
And i feel
fine.
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