Archives for the month of: January, 2005

If you think about it toast is pretty weird.

Making bread is quite an involved process, there’s mixing, kneeding, leavening. Then a bit of squishing, then cooking. Eating seems to naturally follow all this hard work.
Unless, you decide that after having done all this (or strolled down to the local baker/supermarket, whatever) you’re going to cook it again!
A flash burn of cooking, close to burning on both sides to produce ‘toast’.
I think that ‘toast’ could quite legitiamtely be called biscuit bread, due to the cooked twice nature of it.

Even though some people call something else biscuit bread.

For the last few days I’ve been using conditioner. Now before you jump to conclusions I must point out that I bought it by accident; you see (this is a tip for the guys really) if you find a bottle of hair type product in the supermarket which is standing on its head, it is not a brilliant idea to get the last dregs of shampoo and save that little bit of money.
Oh no. Apparently, as I was later informed by my housemate, up-ended bottles of hair care product are always conditioner.

And no it hasn’t made my hair silky smooth and luminous or any of the other adjectives that are associated with product comercials. So don’t be fooled!

It is a common saying ‘Actions speak louder than words’.
Something that is perhaps more obvious but in some cases really does need to be said (at least in my case) is this:
‘Words speak a lot louder than thoughts and plans’

To this end, and falling in with ‘The year of Rob‘ and ‘Living in the moment‘ I am trying to actually say some of the things that I plan to say. As I may have mentioned I tend to do far too much planning in general.

A bit mystifying that comment I’ll admit, hopefully all will become clear over the next few weeks* 🙂

*This is no guarantee that anything will become any clearer at any point in the future.

I didn’t bother watching anatomy for beginners last night. Even though this show is the talk of the town right now, I really couldn’t be bothered. It is actually very interesting, in a sightly gruesome oh-my-god-I-can’t-stop-watching kind of way. The problem I have with it is that it’s on very late ( starts at 11) and there seems to be nothing in the show that I don’t already know.
I’m not quite sure how I already know it, maybe GCSE biology went in a bit better than I thought.
Anyway, I decided to get an early night, got a bit paranoid after watching ’10 years younger’. Apparently lack of sleep gives bags under the eyes, which if they get too bad will stay, and then you’ll look older and blah blah blah.


Yup, Tim the osteopath has given me a months rest until the next appointment, saying that I should be all fixed up. Then if that session shows up no new problems, wait three months, then six, then visit once a year. For a kind of body MOT. Which I think is a really good idea myself.
So yeah, back still hurts but should be on the mend, and my bill of health currently runs in at just over £200.

At least its a clean bill, I’d be rather annoyed to pay all that money and end up with a dirty and taty bill of health. That would just be rude!

Often in my house I get the question ‘Are you laughing at me?’ To which my reply is usually ‘No. I’m laughing at what you’re going’. This is a very important distinction to make, because as long as the person in question can see that distinction they’ll realise that I’m not being harsh.
The simple fact is that I’ll laugh at people doing silly things regardless of who they are, including (most importantly) myself. In fact I’m quite often the source of my of my own laughter, due to some of the silly things I do (Like Mirror Cam).
Here’s how I see it, if you do something silly, but which has humerous connotations, then if you have the abillity to see the funny side and essentially laugh at the action rather than the person, then you’ll never get laughed at again.
The adage ‘Laugh, and the world laughs with you’ could not be truer. In fact you could add to it ‘Don’t laugh and the world laughs at you’. Although in my personal opinion that’s pretty much implied in the first saying.
Even though I have no idea of the context that it was originally used.
Rob quickly turns to google
Although I can save face by saying it was originally written in a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
research research research

A poem called solitude published (I believe) in 1917.
In fact with a breif scan of the poem it does seem that the original context was intended to be slightly different, but I stand by my comment, I feel it still makes a good point.

For a long time now I’ve been involved, in the loosest sense of the word, with a photography forum started and hosted by Denyerec.
A topic that has come up in the past is the equipment carried on a standard photography mission. It soon became apparent and has been pointed out to me by the other members that I take too much stuff with me, a partial contributor to my lack of photo expiditions.
Here is a list of items usually found about my person when going out to take photos:

  • 1x D70 camera body
  • 1x 60mm Macro lens F2.8
  • 1x 18-70mm Zoom lens F3.8-4.8
  • 1x Ironing board
  • 1x Lens cloth
  • 1x Leaf blower (medium)
  • 1x compass
  • 1x Water mellon (ripe)
  • 1x Road atlas of southern France
  • 2x Kendal mint cake
  • 1x Tub of margarine
  • 1x Armadillo trap
  • 1x Eager scouts disguise kit (with moustache extras)

And the list goes on…
I think I need to put a bit more thought into what is actually required.

Dislike early mornings anyway, I think it shows I’m not getting enough sleep when I wake up in the morning, look at the clock and simply think ‘Go Away’. A thought directed at time itself.
When my alarm did rudely awaken me from that happy place know as sleep all I could think was ‘why Why WHY!’

On a completely different note, I noticed today that the author of a photography book on Low light photography that I own is called ‘Lee Frost’.
Now I don’t know about you, but if that was my name I’d be hard pressed to resist the urge to go out, get a son, and call him Jack. At the soonest possible moment.

I forgot to blog about it, but last week I nearly got hit by a car on the way to the station. You could say that this was a catalyst to the whole ‘Live Now‘ post. Although these things were already being considered by me as I’ve been reading some philosophy and psychology books and webpages of late. I am actually going to try (probably) to re-write that post in a way which better articulates what I am trying to get at.
Before you all go worrying about a near death experience, (like you would) I’d like to point out that it was more of a near nasty-bruising experience – at worst.
Difficult to tell whose fault it was, I was standing in the middle of the road, well actually crossing at the time, but then he was on the wrong side of the road. Major cutting of corners was going on by the driver thats for sure. Fortunately I had my wits about me and calmly stepped back to let the car pass a few inches in front of me.
Not the most advisable way to wake up in the morning, but it certainly works!

I went shopping this morning, I nearly bought a book called ‘Teach yourself: Speed reading’, but I’d finished it before I got the the check-out.

Comedy drum hit PLEASE!