New Cars

are ridiculously expensive. And why? What do they do that your old car didn’t do? Is a £1,000,000 Mercedes SLR McLaren really five hundred times better than a £2,000 second-hand Subaru Outback?

It does come with red seatbelts.

Fair enough.

I can’t quite believe

how much my emotional viewpoint changes from one hour to the next. It makes it next to impossible to get an objective picture of the world. What I’d reallt like is a real-time, intelligent monitor system that measures my blood glucose, dopamine, hormones (etc.) and translates that data into a snapshot of my current mental and physical state. It would be helpful to also compare the values against historical / mean data to put the snapshot in context, and possibly, by mapping periodic (daily/monthly/yearly) cycles, predict my baseline mental / physical state at specific points in the future.

On a fundamental level

I don’t actually believe in right and wrong. It’s all a matter of perspective.

I do have a sense of right and wrong; I have a moral compass – I just don’t believe that my (or and other organism’s) moral comapass orignates from anything more than arbitraty fluctuations in a highly complex evolutionary landscape.

Think about this: Is it morally wrong to kill potntially deadly bacteria by cooking your food? No. Unless, of course, you happen to be that bacteria. Then you might find it quite inconvenient being boiled alive and you’d probably think – if you could think, of course – that being boiled alive as a result of doing nothing than minding your own business was, well, quite wrong.

Somebody once told me

they wouldn’t say I had rapier wit; more like a samurai sword.

You could say you caught me

in a transitional period.

The End Of The World

I don’t want the world to end. But I’d like some interesting times.

I guess at heart I’m a wartime leader.

Perhaps I’m being naive, or perhaps wishing for change is a natural reaction to environmental alineation.

Battery People

We don’t want processed food, E-numbers or battery hens. We want free range, free space and fresh air.

The invisible truth is that we’re battery people. We’re locked in a zoo of our own design.

Storm on the horizon

My snowboard season is over. It’s a shame; it was epic. My bank balance is upset that I took 9 months off to snowboard, but I’m really, really not. On that note, I’ve re-entered the rat race in quite spectacular, cubical munching fashion, so that shouldn’t be a problem for too long.

I know, I haven’t posted for a long time, but hell I have zero subscribers so, let’s face it, who cares? Nobody. That’s who.

Things are going to change though, I can feel it. There’s a storm coming.