First republish of several OG scribblings pieces
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date: 2017-12-05
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Photo by [Yutacar](https://unsplash.com/photos/JKMnm3CIncw?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)I’m writing this on a bus today as opposed to the trains that the last three were written on. It’s an interesting metaphor, writing on the move. Writing is a journey unto itself.
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So after all that’s happened recently I had work drinks last night. Left me feeling a little worse for wear as I write this! It’s important, though. Not necessarily drinking, there’s plenty of downsides there. Taking moments to unwind, I mean. Forget, if even just for a second.
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On an aside —Guinness is completely different to what I thought it would be looking at it. A don’t judge a book by its cover moment I suppose. Not the world’s biggest fan of the dark stuff all the same, mind!
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No fiction from me today I think. Instead I have another author recommendation. [Kris Gage](https://medium.com/u/67d9cdce33af) writes so eloquently, particularly on the oh so complex (messy!) matters of the heart. I’d strongly recommend you check her writing out.
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Over and out.
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> *Thought for the day: Wherever you are, be all there —Jim Elliot*
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title: "Frenetic Scribblings #5: Day in the life of a lost soul"
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date: 2017-12-06
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Photo by [Ashley Knedler](https://unsplash.com/photos/KvD36NRFjl4?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)I just got done cleaning my motorcycle, something I don’t do as often as I should. I always find it surprising quite how long it takes. But it’s also incredibly satisfying to have all that chrome at a high shine. A little ritual of satisfaction — like making beds is supposed to be. But I still don’t see the point in that one!
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Still no fiction today. Imagination just isn’t flowing. Because I can’t get a [situation](https://medium.com/@aronajones/frenetic-scribblings-3-one-is-too-many-cf794b91b165) I know nothing about, regarding a person I hardly knew, out of my head.
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Life goes on, regardless of all that happens. The world keeps turning, no matter what. That’s oddly terrifying and comforting at the same time.
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In other news, I’ve been playing a lot of Darkest Dungeon. Even on Radiant (easier) difficulty, that game is gloriously brutal and unforgiving. I’m still reeling from the loss of a Grave Robber I got too attached to.
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Spotify unleashed some ‘year statistics’ which I find quite interesting, being a huge stats nerd (I check my Medium stats obsessively).
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That’s a lot of music. Almost 60 days in fact. It’s only recently I’ve started listening to music with regularity, and now it’s a near constant presence. Background noise. After all, it’s a great crime that life doesn’t have a proper soundtrack of its own! Besides the siren song of an engine roar, anyway. I’d love an electric motorcycle, but I’d definitely miss the glorious noise.
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That’s enough rambling from me. For now.
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> Thought for the day: I am exactly what they say I am
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> I stand for everything that they can’t stand — Notorious / Adelitas Way
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title: "Frenetic Scribblings #6: Hear me roar"
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date: 2017-12-07
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There’s something about motorcycling that makes it just… Fun. Even the rare (hooray for filtering!) occasions I get stuck in traffic, I’m still grinning. Sure, it’s kinda dangerous, mostly down to the lack of awareness of other drivers. And it takes your absolute focus. Perfect control. But it is truly joyous. It makes getting places fun. It is more than just a method of transport.
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It isn’t all about the adrenaline. It isn’t all about dodging traffic. It is all about the feeling of alertness and connection. Of living.
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I apologise for the rambling and waxing lyrical, my bike is in the shop when I really want to be riding it!
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I haven’t given the day much of a chance for anything else to happen. Now that I say that, it sounds wrong. Shouldn’t be letting the day happen to me. Instead I… and you… should be happening to the day. Kick its ass!
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Last night I remembered reading about 10x. I’m certainly not the first to think on the idea, as a quick Google of 10x will reveal. But it is beginning to grow on me. 10x is taking your limit, and setting a goal 10x that. Sound crazy? Good. That’s the point.
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I have a couple ideas for how to 10x my life already. Some of which will be easier than others. I’d encourage you to think about how you can 10x too.
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Signing off.
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> Thought for the day: Carpe Scrotum (Grab life by the balls)
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date: 2017-12-08
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Photo by [Uroš Jovičić](https://unsplash.com/photos/BXOXnQ26B7o?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)Just like that, this is the seventh Scribblings that I’m writing. A whole week, gone by in a flash. That’s 12-hour shifts for you, I suppose! But in between the necessity of making a living, I still found time to write. It wasn’t particularly hard either. So I’d encourage you, if you enjoy writing — or even if you don’t but want to share — write. Write every day, a sentence or a whole piece. Nobody else will tell your story, because nobody else can.
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My 3d printer has been hard at work printing a Deadpool bust knife block. An idea so perfect that I shamelessly stole from [here](http://www.instructables.com/id/Deadpool-Knife-Block/). Adapted to fit my bowie knife, rather than kitchen knives though. I’m still yet to print anything *actually useful*, but I’m having a lot of fun tinkering with it. I have some ideas for designs I’d like to create of my very own rather than just nicking off Thingiverse, but that’ll probably need to wait until the New Year. Learning 3d modelling and CAD isn’t a few quick job.
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This one’s short and sweet. Perhaps tomorrow’s will be longer. Until then!
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> *Thought for the day: If not now, when?*
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**One Life. Live it.**
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The proposed existence of an afterlife is irrelevant to this current existence, in short.
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*“The only thing you can really control is how you react to things outside your control”* — Bassam Tarazi
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*Originally published at *[*blog.aronajones.com*](http://blog.aronajones.com/2015/11/why-afterlife-should-it-exist-doesnt.html)*. Redited (heavily) to improve clarity.*
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*Originally published in 2015 on my old now lost blog, and has since been re-edited*
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The sun hung low in the sky, a red swollen disk. It’s rays stabbed their way through the smog filled air, elbowing the clouds aside. All was quiet within the dilapidated and empty manor that squatted within an expansive but overgrown lawn. The soot covered brickwork was streaked with moisture, and the roof sagged in places where nagging rot ate away at the thick timber beams. It was set far back from the bustle of London behind towering hedges and ornate ironwork. A London in the grips of the biggest human revolution in history, no less. The Industrial Revolution.
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The sun hung low in the sky, a red swollen disk. It’s rays stabbed their way through the smog filled air, elbowing the clouds aside. All was quiet within the dilapidated and empty manor that squatted within an expansive but overgrown lawn. The soot covered brickwork was streaked with moisture, and the roof sagged in places where nagging rot ate away at the thick timber beams. It was set far back from the bustle of London behind towering hedges and ornate ironwork. A London in the grips of the biggest human revolution in history, no less. The Industrial Revolution.
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Within the house light streamed through the cracked window, illuminating the dustmotes like dancing sprites. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by a whine so high pitched it was almost inaudible. Spiders across the room retreated to the corners of the intricate webs that were draped from the roofbeams, and the glass began to vibrate in the panes. The outline of a strange machine began to appear, shimmering like a desert mirage. Dust began to stream outwards away from the outline, blown by an ethereal wind. With a quiet whoosh, the outline became solid, in the flicker of an eyelid. The light still streamed through the windows, now casting light on the swirls and eddies of dust the disturbance caused by the machine had created. Light glinted from polished brass, and was captured by iridescent crystals, only to be thrown out again in a thousand scintillating fragments of colour. Upon the high-backed leather seats in the centre of the contraption sat two men, dressed in suit and tails. They looked as if they could have simply stepped in from the hurrying street outside. Except, they clearly had not.
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Photo by [Simson Petrol](https://unsplash.com/photos/-3wygakaeQc?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)Barely minutes ago I crossed 50,000 words, the bar set to ‘win’ National Novel Writing Month. Funny how my instinct is then to immediately write yet more words huh? But these are important words.
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Barely minutes ago I crossed 50,000 words, the bar set to ‘win’ National Novel Writing Month. Funny how my instinct is then to immediately write yet more words huh? But these are important words.
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The reason I put the word win in inverted commas above is because winning is relative. Any words you write during NaNo are more words than you would have written otherwise. One of the quotes I have stuck around my monitor to motivate me during the challenge is:
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> “This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It’s that easy. And that hard” — Neil GaimanOne of the other quotes is the title of this piece. And it’s a very important message.
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Nobody else will write it for you, because nobody else can. You have stories within you. Only by persevering through the graft of trapping them in words — sometimes a slog, sometimes a joy — will you share that story with the world. And it is a story that deserves to be shared.
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Commit to your story, let it free. How long it takes doesn’t matter in the end.
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*A book lies open on the table, pages blank like fresh snowfall. Ink spills like blood across the crisp cream pages. An invisible hand scrawls lightning fast. Patterns of loops and lines inscribed in the blink of an eye. Letters forming words, words forming sentences. A story beginning to unfold, told in ink black as night…*
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*A book lies open on the table, pages blank like fresh snowfall. Ink spills like blood across the crisp cream pages. An invisible hand scrawls lightning fast. Patterns of loops and lines inscribed in the blink of an eye. Letters forming words, words forming sentences. A story beginning to unfold, told in ink black as night…*
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This is that story. I hope you enjoyed that little intro snippet of fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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What is this? This is only the beginning of something, if I can follow through on it. Through [Nanowrimo](http://“No%20one%20else%20will%20write%20it%20for%20you”%20@aronajones_%20https://medium.com/@aronajones/no-one-else-will-write-it-for-you-cb59587ba8cc) I proved to myself that given the right motivator, I can write something every single day for a month. And I thought to myself….why stop at a month?
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What is this? This is only the beginning of something, if I can follow through on it. Through [Nanowrimo](post/) I proved to myself that given the right motivator, I can write something every single day for a month. And I thought to myself….why stop at a month?
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I’ve tried blogs in the past — lost count of how many times in fact. But this is different. This is a journal, almost. A collection of things, created by me or simply found. Dug from all corners of the fantastic maze that is the Internet. This is Frenetic Scribblings.
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Thought for the day:
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> “Not all who wander are lost” — J.R.R. Tolkien
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> “Not all who wander are lost” — J.R.R. Tolkien
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Entirely from personal experience — no basis in any kind of fact or science — life is balanced. Good and bad, equal. Good deeds have a bad counterpart or side effect and visa versa. Maybe it’s not true. Probably, in fact. But it seems that way.
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Entirely from personal experience — no basis in any kind of fact or science — life is balanced. Good and bad, equal. Good deeds have a bad counterpart or side effect and visa versa. Maybe it’s not true. Probably, in fact. But it seems that way.
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In less words, life is a rollercoaster.
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Or don’t. At the very least, think. Step back and think about your life philosophy. In the meantime, see you tommorow!
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> Thought for the day: Without the darkness we’d never see the stars.(Yes, I know that’s a quotation from Twilight of all things, but even a broken clock is right twice a day)
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> Thought for the day: Without the darkness we’d never see the stars. (Yes, I know that’s a quotation from Twilight of all things, but even a broken clock is right twice a day)
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I’ve added reading to my daily routine. Several articles on Medium per day, and I intend to re-add reading fiction to the mix too. Every day.
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Not only has this helped me think critically about my own ideas, and indeed discover things I just didn’t even think about, its rewarding in that it has been just plain interesting. Life is a constant search for knowledge and reading is a highly efficient way to borrow other people’s!
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> Thought for the day: George R.R. Martin — 'A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.'
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> Thought for the day: George R.R. Martin — 'A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.'
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Politics is always a thorny subject, often avoided at dining tables and dinner dates everywhere because of the friction it can cause between people.
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The thing about politics is that it is intrinsic to all of our lives, like it or not. At the end of the day, politics is simply…people. Politics is the interaction between each of us, and between us and society. Between societies, regions, countries. Perhaps one day, between planets.
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> Thought for the day: Pericles — ”Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you.”
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> Thought for the day: Pericles — ”Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you.”
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I picked quite the time to start this endeavor, Christmas is a busy time at my work! But I will persevere. Though of course now I’ve found the time to sit down and write I can’t think of anything to say. Always the way I suppose.
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I picked quite the time to start this endeavor, Christmas is a busy time at my work! But I will persevere. Though of course now I’ve found the time to sit down and write I can’t think of anything to say. Always the way I suppose.
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Yesterday I started watching *Vikings. *If you haven’t heard of it, I’d describe it as Norse Game of Thrones. Which for a GoT fan and Norse mythos lover like me is just perfect.
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Yesterday I started watching *Vikings.* If you haven’t heard of it, I’d describe it as Norse Game of Thrones. Which for a GoT fan and Norse mythos lover like me is just perfect.
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*The early morning mist curled. An ethereal beast’s tendrils grasping at the land. Silence hugged close too, peaceful and still.*
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*Thought for the day: In motorcycling ****and in life**** — Look where you want to go*
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The text prompt is menacing today. That little cursor blinking relentlessly. Daring me to say something, when I feel like I have nothing to say.
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The text prompt is menacing today. That little cursor blinking relentlessly. Daring me to say something, when I feel like I have nothing to say.
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I’m sure every other writer understands what I’m feeling. Better than I can write about it, ironically enough. But the whole point of this ‘blogthing’ is I write every day no matter what. So here goes.
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I don’t know. And I don’t know what to do about it. Apart from scream ‘why’ — metaphorically, perhaps literally — in hope of an answer.
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Afore the inevitability of tommorow, for some not all.
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Until the inevitability of tommorow, for some not all.
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> Thought for the day: “Everyone you meet is fighting their own battle, be kind, always” — Unknown
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I’m writing this on a bus today as opposed to the trains that the last three were written on. It’s an interesting metaphor, writing on the move. Writing is a journey unto itself.
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So after all that’s happened recently I had work drinks last night. Left me feeling a little worse for wear as I write this! It’s important, though. Not necessarily drinking, there’s plenty of downsides there. Taking moments to unwind, I mean. Forget, if even just for a second.
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On an aside — Guinness is completely different to what I thought it would be looking at it. A don’t judge a book by its cover moment I suppose. Not the world’s biggest fan of the dark stuff all the same, mind!
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No fiction from me today I think. Instead I have another author recommendation. [Kris Gage](https://medium.com/u/67d9cdce33af) writes so eloquently, particularly on the oh so complex (messy!) matters of the heart. I’d strongly recommend you check her writing out.
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Over and out.
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I just got done cleaning my motorcycle, something I don’t do as often as I should. I always find it surprising quite how long it takes. But it’s also incredibly satisfying to have all that chrome at a high shine. A little ritual of satisfaction — like making beds is supposed to be. But I still don’t see the point in that one!
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Still no fiction today. Imagination just isn’t flowing. Because I can’t get a [situation](https://medium.com/@aronajones/frenetic-scribblings-3-one-is-too-many-cf794b91b165) I know nothing about, regarding a person I hardly knew, out of my head.
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Life goes on, regardless of all that happens. The world keeps turning, no matter what. That’s oddly terrifying and comforting at the same time.
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In other news, I’ve been playing a lot of Darkest Dungeon. Even on Radiant (easier) difficulty, that game is gloriously brutal and unforgiving. I’m still reeling from the loss of a Grave Robber I got too attached to.
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Spotify unleashed some ‘year statistics’ which I find quite interesting, being a huge stats nerd (I check my Medium stats obsessively).
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That’s a lot of music. Almost 60 days in fact. It’s only recently I’ve started listening to music with regularity, and now it’s a near constant presence. Background noise. After all, it’s a great crime that life doesn’t have a proper soundtrack of its own! Besides the siren song of an engine roar, anyway. I’d love an electric motorcycle, but I’d definitely miss the glorious noise.
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That’s enough rambling from me. For now.
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> I am exactly what they say I am
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There’s something about motorcycling that makes it just… Fun. Even the rare (hooray for filtering!) occasions I get stuck in traffic, I’m still grinning. Sure, it’s kinda dangerous, mostly down to the lack of awareness of other drivers. And it takes your absolute focus. Perfect control. But it is truly joyous. It makes getting places fun. It is more than just a method of transport.
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It isn’t all about the adrenaline. It isn’t all about dodging traffic. It is all about the feeling of alertness and connection. Of living.
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I apologise[1] for the rambling and waxing lyrical, my bike is in the shop when I really want to be riding it!
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I haven’t given the day much of a chance for anything else to happen. Now that I say that, it sounds wrong. Shouldn’t be letting the day happen to me. Instead I… and you… should be happening to the day. Kick its ass!
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Last night I remembered reading about 10x. I’m certainly not the first to think on the idea, as a quick ~~Google~~* of 10x will reveal. But it is beginning to grow on me. 10x is taking your limit, and setting a goal 10x that. Sound crazy? Good. That’s the point.
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<strong>* Ed. Note 2021: I've since cut Google out of my life[2], verb and all, and you should too!</strong>
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I have a couple ideas for how to 10x my life already. Some of which will be easier than others. I’d encourage you to think about how you can 10x too.
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Signing off.
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Thought for the day:
|
||||
> Carpe Scrotum (Grab life by the balls)
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[1] No.
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Just like that, this is the seventh Scribblings that I’m writing. A whole week, gone by in a flash. That’s 12-hour shifts for you, I suppose! But in between the necessity of making a living, I still found time to write. It wasn’t particularly hard either. So I’d encourage you, if you enjoy writing — or even if you don’t but want to share — write. Write every day, a sentence or a whole piece. [Nobody else will tell your story, because nobody else can](/post/2017/11/no-one-else-will-write-it-for-you/).
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My 3d printer has been hard at work printing a Deadpool bust knife block. An idea so perfect that I shamelessly stole from {{< external href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Deadpool-Knife-Block/" text="here" />}}. Adapted to fit my bowie knife, rather than kitchen knives though. I’m still yet to print anything *actually useful*, but I’m having a lot of fun tinkering with it. I have some ideas for designs I’d like to create of my very own rather than just nicking off Thingiverse, but that’ll probably need to wait until the New Year. Learning 3d modelling and CAD isn’t a few quick job.
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This one’s short and sweet. Perhaps tomorrow’s will be longer. Until then!
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> *If not now, when?*
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Technically still meeting my goal of writing every day — very technically though!
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Technically still meeting my goal of writing every day — very technically though!
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I’m a scientist through and through, fiercely reliant on facts rather than faith. I tend towards being genuinely against organised religion — in short because I believe it’s too prone to corruption and dogmatism. But that’s a topic for another day.
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||||
Phew, that was a long train of thought turned rant/thinkpiece. Hopefully there’s something interesting in there somewhere. Normally abnormal service will be resumed tommorow!
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> Thought for the day: A causal stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything — Neitzche
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> Thought for the day: A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything — Neitzche
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||||
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|
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||||
Snow’s great, a ton of fun. Until it stops you getting to work. Then it’s infuriating. Because England is notoriously unprepared for snow, it doesn’t take a lot to bring the country to a screeching halt.
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Snow’s great, a ton of fun. Until it stops you getting to work. Then it’s infuriating. Because England is notoriously unprepared for snow, it doesn’t take a lot to bring the country to a screeching halt.
|
||||
|
||||
The snow is barely ankle deep. It was forecast at a 100% chance several days in advance…and yet there was no grit to be seen. And I live a couple miles from a salt storage! Winter tyres or chains are pretty much unheard of here, so cars spinning out or getting stuck is a regular sight.
|
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||||
Until tommorow, keep warm and stay safe out there!
|
||||
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||||
> Thought for the day: A river cuts through a rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence.
|
||||
Thought for the day:
|
||||
> A river cuts through a rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence.
|
||||
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