New Thread 7

I'm not reading that.

I read every word and I liked it.

:)

I read every word and I liked it.

:)

Can you summarise please Balki

Last night, around the time thread 7 was being conceived I did my last pre-swimathon training session. It ended prematurely after an hour and 15 minutes when a splashy macho prick headbutted me by swimming straight into me by going the wrong way round the fast lane. It still hurts today. Then I went home via Sainsbury's and had mushroom tortellini with toasted pine nuts, spinach and a bit of goat's cheese. I listened to Marc Riley on 6music while I tidied the living room and put all my guitar mess from my extended weekend away. Later when my girlfriend came home from the gym to have her dinner she accidentally popped the lid off the pepper grinder sending hundreds of whole peppercorns all over her food and the floor. I re-plated her food for her and hoovered up the mess in exchange for her doing the washing up. Later I was still hungry so I had some greek yoghurt and muesli. I drank two big cups of tea and later still one of lemon and ginger tea. She went to bed early as she had an early start today. I trawled the innernetz for a bit then started watching Family Guy but wasn't in the mood for it and went to bed not much later at about 11. At 2:20am I was woken with a start by the loud clanging of someone climbing over the inner gate next to my flat and what sounded like a dog yelping. From previous experience (of the late-night gate noise not the weird yelping) I know this means they're probably now in the short passage that that leads to the communal back garden onto which my ground floor bedroom window looks. Last time I saw/heard this happen a load of bikes were stolen from various places around the flats and I got very jumpy for a while afterwards as all there is between the garden and my bedroom is a flimsy sash window with a pretty perfunctory grille and padlock over it. I got up to investigate but couldn't see anyone out there. After a while of intense listening I figured the noise must have been them climbing back over and out... the whole thing made me very edgy and I woke up at the slightest sound for the remainder of the night. I am very tired today as a result. This morning however, eveything seemed to be in order so I'm not going to worry about it too much. There are security lights and cameras up there now so there's not much more to be done short of machine gun nests or armed guards and razor wire. After the missus left early for her meeting I lay in bed late listening to Humph' being a pompous nobber on R4 before leaping up at the last possible moment for a hasty shower. My shower curtain has a map of the world on it with all the countries in English and French. I've noticed that all you have to do to translate about 80% of country names is exchange the suffix "ia" in english for "ie" in French. For the other 20% you've got no hope unless you know it. I'm also getting quite good at spelling the names of coutries in reverse as the shower curtain faces outwards. For breakfast I had three slices of soda bread toast. Two with marmite and one with peanut butter, 2 glasses of orange squash and decided on the flat-cap and silk scarf as it was a bit more chilly this morning. I wore my new Big Star t shirt under my riding jacket. Nice ride in, quick, lucky with traffic and I felt strong. Must sort out wonky handlebars (not quite centered in the stem), try raising the stem half a cm or so to see if it takes a bit of pressure of the hands and get a new chainring. Have enjoyed coming back to fixed after 6 month geared with a nippy, spinny 46/18 set up but need to get back to 48 on the front as my top speed is very limited. Avoided the Angel madness with a nifty shortcut, jumped the lights to turn left at Mount Pleasant, got a green at Clerkenwell Road and onto Blackfriars Bridge and beat the traffic at the change to go right on Stamford street, the security guy saw me coming and opened the gate with a cheery wave. There was a end-of-row bike rack available and the lift went straight to my floor. There was no-one in the changing room and fresh milk in the fridge for my first coffee of the day. So all in all, new thread 7's not been too shabby for me so far.

Repped! We must wear matching Big Star shirts next time we're out and about together... :]

time doesnt make a lot of sense
the past exists only because we remember it - it doesnt exist in itself - you cant do anything with it, or change it, or inhabit it or anything - it exists purely as an idea.
if the present is now, then what is now? now is the moment between the past and the future. it is a moment when time then stops moving? because if so, for the present to really exist, then time would have to stop moving, which it doesnt.
and what then is the future, clearly it never exists - it is imagined, anticipated, predicted etc, but it never exists in itself.

so how do we relate to time? - if we cannot be said to inhabit the present because this doesnt exist, then we must somehow sit astride the past and the future- two temporal spheres of imagination. and i think we do. we exist at once in the past - our own pasts - because it is this that makes us, defines us and our imagination. we are bound to a reality that no longer exists.
and we exist in the future. if everything we know is bound to the past, we are moved to act, spurred on by the future. in one simple way we are motivated by a desire for pleasure. but what is pleasure but an absence of pain? without pain would we know pleasure, or would everything we experience simply appear constant? so if pleasure is absence of pain, then pleasure exists as an anticipation of an absence of pain. pleasure exists as a concept of the future.
consider the pleasure of satiating a burning hunger. the hunger is pain, the pleasure is feeding it. the pleasure is know as an idea during the period of pain, because once the pain is gone, and the hunger fed, the pleasure is no longer known...who finds pleasure in feeding an hunger that no longer exists?

so we inhabit at once two spheres of imagination that do not exist - we are bound to our past over which we have no control and no opportunity to inhabit, and we are drawn to a future that never properly exists.
such is the human condition as i see it.

Can you summarise please Balki

Sure, so, Dooks told us that last night, around the time thread 7 was being conceived he did my last pre-swimathon training session. It ended prematurely after an hour and 15 minutes when a splashy macho prick headbutted him by swimming straight into him by going the wrong way round the fast lane. It still hurts today. Then he went home via Sainsbury's and had mushroom tortellini with toasted pine nuts, spinach and a bit of goat's cheese. He listened to Marc Riley on 6music while he tidied the living room and put all his guitar mess from his extended weekend away. Later when his girlfriend came home from the gym to have her dinner she accidentally popped the lid off the pepper grinder sending hundreds of whole peppercorns all over her food and the floor. He re-plated her food for her and hoovered up the mess in exchange for her doing the washing up. Later he was still hungry so he had some greek yoghurt and muesli. He drank two big cups of tea and later still one of lemon and ginger tea. She went to bed early as she had an early start today. He trawled the innernetz for a bit then started watching Family Guy but wasn't in the mood for it and went to bed not much later at about 11. At 2:20am he was woken with a start by the loud clanging of someone climbing over the inner gate next to my flat and what sounded like a dog yelping. From previous experience (of the late-night gate noise not the weird yelping) I know this means they're probably now in the short passage that that leads to the communal back garden onto which my ground floor bedroom window looks. Last time he saw/heard this happen a load of bikes were stolen from various places around the flats and he got very jumpy for a while afterwards as all there is between the garden and my bedroom is a flimsy sash window with a pretty perfunctory grille and padlock over it. he got up to investigate but couldn't see anyone out there. After a while of intense listening he figured the noise must have been them climbing back over and out... the whole thing made me very edgy and I woke up at the slightest sound for the remainder of the night. He am very tired today as a result. This morning however, eveything seemed to be in order so I'm not going to worry about it too much. There are security lights and cameras up there now so there's not much more to be done short of machine gun nests or armed guards and razor wire. After the missus left early for her meeting he lay in bed late listening to Humph' being a pompous nobber on R4 before leaping up at the last possible moment for a hasty shower. My shower curtain has a map of the world on it with all the countries in English and French. He's noticed that all you have to do to translate about 80% of country names is exchange the suffix "ia" in english for "ie" in French. For the other 20% you've got no hope unless you know it. I'm also getting quite good at spelling the names of coutries in reverse as the shower curtain faces outwards. For breakfast he had three slices of soda bread toast. Two with marmite (which was fucking shit incidentally) and one with peanut butter, 2 glasses of orange squash and decided on the flat-cap and silk scarf as it was a bit more chilly this morning. He wore my new Big Star t shirt under my riding jacket. Nice ride in, quick, lucky with traffic and he felt strong. Must sort out wonky handlebars (not quite centered in the stem), try raising the stem half a cm or so to see if it takes a bit of pressure of the hands and get a new chainring. Have enjoyed coming back to fixed after 6 month geared with a nippy, spinny 46/18 set up but need to get back to 48 on the front as my top speed is very limited. Avoided the Angel madness with a nifty shortcut, jumped the lights to turn left at Mount Pleasant, got a green at Clerkenwell Road and onto Blackfriars Bridge and beat the traffic at the change to go right on Stamford street, the security guy saw him coming and opened the gate with a cheery wave. There was a end-of-row bike rack available and the lift went straight to my floor. There was no-one in the changing room and fresh milk in the fridge for my first coffee of the day. So all in all, new thread 7's not been too shabby for him so far.

That's much easier to understand

Sure, so, Dooks told us that last night, around the time thread 7 was being conceived he did my last pre-swimathon training session. It ended prematurely after an hour and 15 minutes when a splashy macho prick headbutted him by swimming straight into him by going the wrong way round the fast lane. It still hurts today. Then he went home via Sainsbury's and had mushroom tortellini with toasted pine nuts, spinach and a bit of goat's cheese. He listened to Marc Riley on 6music while he tidied the living room and put all his guitar mess from his extended weekend away. Later when his girlfriend came home from the gym to have her dinner she accidentally popped the lid off the pepper grinder sending hundreds of whole peppercorns all over her food and the floor. He re-plated her food for her and hoovered up the mess in exchange for her doing the washing up. Later he was still hungry so he had some greek yoghurt and muesli. He drank two big cups of tea and later still one of lemon and ginger tea. She went to bed early as she had an early start today. He trawled the innernetz for a bit then started watching Family Guy but wasn't in the mood for it and went to bed not much later at about 11. At 2:20am he was woken with a start by the loud clanging of someone climbing over the inner gate next to my flat and what sounded like a dog yelping. From previous experience (of the late-night gate noise not the weird yelping) I know this means they're probably now in the short passage that that leads to the communal back garden onto which my ground floor bedroom window looks. Last time he saw/heard this happen a load of bikes were stolen from various places around the flats and he got very jumpy for a while afterwards as all there is between the garden and my bedroom is a flimsy sash window with a pretty perfunctory grille and padlock over it. he got up to investigate but couldn't see anyone out there. After a while of intense listening he figured the noise must have been them climbing back over and out... the whole thing made me very edgy and I woke up at the slightest sound for the remainder of the night. He am very tired today as a result. This morning however, eveything seemed to be in order so I'm not going to worry about it too much. There are security lights and cameras up there now so there's not much more to be done short of machine gun nests or armed guards and razor wire. After the missus left early for her meeting he lay in bed late listening to Humph' being a pompous nobber on R4 before leaping up at the last possible moment for a hasty shower. My shower curtain has a map of the world on it with all the countries in English and French. He's noticed that all you have to do to translate about 80% of country names is exchange the suffix "ia" in english for "ie" in French. For the other 20% you've got no hope unless you know it. I'm also getting quite good at spelling the names of coutries in reverse as the shower curtain faces outwards. For breakfast he had three slices of soda bread toast. Two with marmite (which was fucking shit incidentally) and one with peanut butter, 2 glasses of orange squash and decided on the flat-cap and silk scarf as it was a bit more chilly this morning. He wore my new Big Star t shirt under my riding jacket. Nice ride in, quick, lucky with traffic and he felt strong. Must sort out wonky handlebars (not quite centered in the stem), try raising the stem half a cm or so to see if it takes a bit of pressure of the hands and get a new chainring. Have enjoyed coming back to fixed after 6 month geared with a nippy, spinny 46/18 set up but need to get back to 48 on the front as my top speed is very limited. Avoided the Angel madness with a nifty shortcut, jumped the lights to turn left at Mount Pleasant, got a green at Clerkenwell Road and onto Blackfriars Bridge and beat the traffic at the change to go right on Stamford street, the security guy saw him coming and opened the gate with a cheery wave. There was a end-of-row bike rack available and the lift went straight to my floor. There was no-one in the changing room and fresh milk in the fridge for my first coffee of the day. So all in all, new thread 7's not been too shabby for him so far.

There was a end-of-row bike rack available and the lift went straight to my floor.

Find & Replace fail.

There are are few of those, ashley... Platini will be turning in his grave...

I'm looking at two nesting magpies hogging all the food and nesting materials in my garden. They've seriously fucked over a pair of goldfinches, my gang of sparrows have scarpered and the robin looks like it's had his pocket money swiped.
I'm not pleased about this.
I've decided to shoot them both dead before they lay eggs.
Does this make me a bad man?
I'm still going to kill them, and feel excited about it, but I just want your thoughts.

haha, the mistle thrush's, song thrush's, black birds, starlings, robins and all the other little birds have formed an alliance round here, as soon as the magpies and jays come they surround them, like pigeons to the bird lady, then terrorize them, the mags try and stand there ground but cave in and a gone within a minute or so
i can send em round if you like ;)
where am i telling them to go ;P

dont shoot em though, its not there fault the bastards

time doesnt make a lot of sense
the past exists only because we remember it - it doesnt exist in itself - you cant do anything with it, or change it, or inhabit it or anything - it exists purely as an idea.
if the present is now, then what is now? now is the moment between the past and the future. it is a moment when time then stops moving? because if so, for the present to really exist, then time would have to stop moving, which it doesnt.
and what then is the future, clearly it never exists - it is imagined, anticipated, predicted etc, but it never exists in itself.

so how do we relate to time? - if we cannot be said to inhabit the present because this doesnt exist, then we must somehow sit astride the past and the future- two temporal spheres of imagination. and i think we do. we exist at once in the past - our own pasts - because it is this that makes us, defines us and our imagination. we are bound to a reality that no longer exists.
and we exist in the future. if everything we know is bound to the past, we are moved to act, spurred on by the future. in one simple way we are motivated by a desire for pleasure. but what is pleasure but an absence of pain? without pain would we know pleasure, or would everything we experience simply appear constant? so if pleasure is absence of pain, then pleasure exists as an anticipation of an absence of pain. pleasure exists as a concept of the future.
consider the pleasure of satiating a burning hunger. the hunger is pain, the pleasure is feeding it. the pleasure is know as an idea during the period of pain, because once the pain is gone, and the hunger fed, the pleasure is no longer known...who finds pleasure in feeding an hunger that no longer exists?

so we inhabit at once two spheres of imagination that do not exist - we are bound to our past over which we have no control and no opportunity to inhabit, and we are drawn to a future that never properly exists.
such is the human condition as i see it.

Fairly akin to some yogic ideas that ^.
Nice post, try reading 'Yoga Sutras of Patanjali', explains all of that with clarity.

Haha! Man, Balki, you must have even more time on **your hands than I** do. You maniac.

I have no idea why i posted all that bellex btw. I think I may have concussion. And I have started speaking in Spanish accent. Is that normal?

Si

I'm not reading that.

I'm not reading this.

Haha! Man, Balki, you must have even more time on **your hands than I** do. You maniac.

I have no idea why i posted all that bellex btw. I think I may have concussion. And I have started speaking in Spanish accent. Is that normal?

It is normal for Spaniards abroad.

I had my project signed off yesterday. Cruise control today.

Fairly akin to some yogic ideas that ^.
Nice post, try reading 'Yoga Sutras of Patanjali', explains all of that with clarity.

hmmm

i'll look it up :)

It is normal for Spaniards abroad.

I had my project signed off yesterday. Cruise control today.

I've been on cruise control since since Tuesday last week. Every now and then I get up and stamp around with a bit of paper and a camera cable and look busy.. The old skool way

@Carson well done, Tynan with tongue in cheek asked for some deep philosophy, heres not the place, but Im happy to pass on where to find it.

walking about with a pieth of paper for the win.

i've never cracked a fool proof way of thmuggling the crothword into the toilet.

hmmmm, i'm thtill thpeaking thpanith.

We don't thpeak like that, dooky... :|

I'm cured!

cured ham?

cured ham?

Hamón Therrano...

Therrano weeners in theeth deethcushun...

change.

The girl opposite me at work wants to cycle in with me. I resist because she is slow and is always late to arrive.

(Hints today that she cycled with father, from Wimbledon. I resist invite invitation, for now)

What do? Cycling with her adds at least 15 minutes - she can't even cross main roads. But she is quite fit (but has bf).

I should be nice, no?

Yes be nice, she's obviously nervous of the commute. Help her out and karma will reward you. Alternatively, you could politely suggest cycle training.