I have realised that, though my writing style is fine when it comes to prose, it does not suite non-prose essays and articles. This is entirely my own fault. I have not really written such a thing since secondary school, and even then the quality was quite bad (and I think this is being charitable to myself). Besides, it is only recently that I have developed any real ability with regards to reason; even if the style was like a drop of heaven, the substance would still be rotten, and tired. And more importantly, boring.
You know, sometimes some of my fellow Christians really freak me out. The site Guideposts for Teens published an article titled "100 Things to Do with Your Boyfriend or Girlfriend... Instead of it", which has been widely linked to by many other blogs, mainly because of how freakin' wierd it is. Even the title is amusing, avoiding the use of the word "sex" by means of the uncapitalised "it".
Another point of hilarity is the fact that a fair proportion of the points on the list could easily lead to sex. Come on now, Twister? Play hide-and-seek in a cornfield? And of course, the number one cause of sex: talking. I must confess my dirty mind had a good laugh at number 31: "Eat something you have never tried before".
But even stranger is another article on their site: "How to Answer the Boyfriend Question". Ms. Brzowski gives ten snappy answers for young girls to explain why they don't have a boyfriend, all of which are about as funny as watching a clown die of cancer.
Actually, that's pretty funny.
But seriously, if and when I have a daughter, I hope I remember to teach her that it's okay to not have a boyfriend. I also hope I remember to teach any sons I might have that it's okay to not have a girlfriend. Heck, I don't have a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'd certainly like to have a girlfriend (particulary a tall and sarcy mynx), but this idea that you must have a partner to be complete is completely off the wall, and quite frankly, unbiblical.
If someone asks me do I have a girlfriend, my reaction is threefold. First, suspect their motives. If anyone has to ask that question, they don't know me enough for me to feel comfortable about them asking that question.
Second, get embarrased about the answer. I'm never going to erase from my mind the feeling that I'm not a complete person without a wife or girlfriend, no matter how unreasonable that is. That doesn't mean I have to let it rule my decisions, as it once did.
Third, answer "No". Just a plain and simple "No". That's all that I need to say. If they ask me why, I'll have to restrain myself from lecturing them. A girlfriend shouldn't be a thing you go out and get because you feel you need one.
While waiting for a bus home from Dublin city last night, I came across a fish. This fish was over a foot long, and aside from one defect it was in perfect shape. That defect was a missing head.
I think it's pretty wierd to find a fish lying on the side of the street, particularly a long distance from any fish mongerers. What makes it stranger is that this fish is missing only its head. It has gone untouched by the rats.
I took this picture at the bus stop nearest the Clarence Hotel.
I took these photos from the grounds near my office. It seemed like, all of a sudden, the sky's colour changed from a bluish grey to this:
I'm working to improve the look of this blog, but because of a design choice I made a long time ago I've painted myself into a corner.
I need to have different header image for each section of the site (my design decision). I'd like some suggestions. I have emphasised those sections I have already made a decision on.
If you have any ideas, please post them in the comments. Thanks.
The doctor starts to give me a little lecture about the importance of performing monthly checks on myself, but it's hard to keep a straight face because my DJ is wearing a surgical mask he found in one of the doctor's drawers and pretending to scratch his records with a tongue depressor. I'm really relieved about not having testicular cancer, and I have to restrain myself from singing along with the words to the sample my DJ drops every twelve measures or so. The doctor gives me a little plastic card to hang in my shower that shows me how to check for lumps. Motherfucker say what, I mouth to the beat. My DJ encourages the doctor to throw his hands up, but the doctor declines.
From "My DJ" by Brian Bieber.
It's because I'm in the middle of the promised redesign. At the time of writing, the frontpage is nearly finished, but the archives remain untouched. It still needs a lot of work, but this design is growing on me.
Leixlip is a strange place.
One of the biggest problems I have with my writing is keeping a consistent style throughout the piece. At the moment, it seems impossible.
In Incursion, there are two scenes that mirror each other. To ensure the link is cohesive, I am working on both at the same time; yet the styles used are so different to each other that they don't even seem like they are written by the same author.
Compare this style in a draft of the first scene:
Nathan put an arm around her, and she began to cry. She buried her head in his chest, and as she did so he took the tea from her and wrapped her in both of his arms. " Ssh. It's okay to think like that, at times like this". With his thumb, he pushed damp strands of her dark hair away from her closed eyes. To his right, footsteps cam close, then stopped. He looked, to see a man in surgical scrubs.
...to the style in a draft of the second:
A light like the fire of a thousand stars burst from his hands. The earth shook, and there was a roar like that of a hurricane. The light poured into Katherine, and she took a deep breath. Still her wound was open, but it had begun to shrink. Darren's arms began to tremble, and he clenched his closed eyes hard. His right hand was like a star upon her brow, and his left like the sun. The wound closed further; now it was barely larger than his hand. Yet his skin had become pale and blue. Each breath was staggered. The light went out.
I can tell you that the style of the second fits the scene, but the style of the first is something I am not happy with. Even if I was, it is so markedly different from the style of the second that it cannot be used. If I were to make a guess, I'd say it has to do with being incapable of writing dialogue-heavy scenes with any great skill.
I'll keep you posted.
At the start of every new year, people seem filled with a hope that this year will be the year when good things happen. This year will be the year that I finally knuckle down with work. This year will be the year I finally sort my life out.
Perhaps springing from this, people feel a need to decide new resolutions for this year; aims that they will achieve for the good of themselves or others. Not to be left out, I've written a short list of what I want to achieve in this year; I've also decided to bore whatever tiny audience I have to tears by listing them here.
This is something I started to work on before January, so it's actually possible I'll get this done. I've been doing push-ups and sit-ups, and am pleased enough with my progress so far. It's embarrassing how much I'd let myself go. I'll take up swimming, and perhaps running, soon enough.
I can now do twelve push-ups in a row, which is a massive improvement on the zero I could do before. I've decided to set myself some "fitness targets", which I've listed below:
I also want to be nice and aerobatic. Paul has suggested I set a goal of being able to do a one-handed push-up while standing on that hand, but that's not going to happen.
I've been working on a novel on and off for over six years. In that time, characters have come and gone, names have changed and scenes have been dramatically altered... in my head. A scant quarter of the book has actually been written, almost all of which will be scrapped in the latest rewrite.
So, I've decided to just write the whole damn thing out, and then worry about the crucial editing process once I have some material to actually edit. I'm a perfectionist, but if I keep on honing the characters, structure and imagery of the book in my head, I'll never have a physical book finished.
I don't want Incursion to entertain only myself
Phil and myself have been working on an IT website for about two years, but it's ran into the same crap as Incursion.
We aim to get this up and running some time this year.
I'm a Christian. On and off (lately more off than on) I read the Bible. I think it would be a good idea to read the entire Bible over the course of a year, probably starting around Easter time. If a sufficient amount of study is done, this should form a base for more considered opinions about theology than those that I can currently come up with.
Besides, it's a good way of finding more about the character of God.
I'm a competent designer. I'm not the worst writer in the world. I'm annoyed at how bad the writing on this site has been (though it could be that I'm annoyed at the personality that the words betray). I want this site to look well, and read well.
Besides, I have some cool ideas for it. More on this later.
I'm involved in a business venture called Lightreel. Lightreel is a jack-of-all-trades IT company with a strong focus on web design and development. Unfortunately, my income from Lightreel comes nowhere close to what could be called survivable.
One of the key goals for this year is to change this. I want work with Lightreel to be my full-time job.
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