Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Lecturer Strikes Back

Last term I told you about the 1st year Mathmo obsession with throwing paper aeroplanes.

This term I've not seen any in the air. Except for one. The offensive weapon was launched just before the start of the lecture. A minute later the room fell quiet ready for the lecturer to throw out the opening theorem. Instead, his opening announcement spoke fear into the heart of all overexcited Mathmo's :

'There appears to be a paper dart on the floor. Could the person who threw it come out and pick it up.'

Which the guilty member reluctantly did, whilst keeping their eyes firmly fixed to the floor.

oooooh. That's gotta hurt.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

THE REJECTED ROMANTIC - in his own words

'On the day you were born, you were unwanted, dumped in a field and left to die.

"But I came by and saw you there, helplessly kicking about in your own blood. As you lay there, I said, ‘Live!’ And I helped you to thrive like a plant in the field. You grew up and became a beautiful jewel. Your breasts became full, and your body hair grew, but you were still naked. And when I passed by again, I saw that you were old enough for love. So I wrapped my cloak around you to cover your nakedness and declared my marriage vows. I made a covenant with you, says the Sovereign Lord, and you became mine.

“Then I bathed you and washed off your blood, and I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin ... I gave you lovely jewelry, bracelets, beautiful necklaces, a ring for your nose, earrings for your ears, and a lovely crown for your head. And so you were adorned with gold and silver. Your clothes were made of fine linen and were beautifully embroidered. You ate the finest foods—choice flour, honey, and olive oil—and became more beautiful than ever. You looked like a queen, and so you were! Your fame soon spread throughout the world because of your beauty. I dressed you in my splendor and perfected your beauty, says the Sovereign Lord.
But you thought your fame and beauty were your own. So you gave yourself as a prostitute to every man who came along. Your beauty was theirs for the asking. You used the lovely things I gave you to make shrines for idols, where you played the prostitute. Unbelievable! How could such a thing ever happen? You took the very jewels and gold and silver ornaments I had given you and made statues of men and worshiped them. This is adultery against me! You used the beautifully embroidered clothes I gave you to dress your idols. Then you used my special oil and my incense to worship them. Imagine it!

"In all your years of adultery, you have not once remembered the days long ago when you lay naked in a field, kicking about in your own blood.

God. The Rejected Romantic. In his own words. Ezekiel Chapter 16. Recorded over 2 and a half millennia ago. And still he craves after you.

Monday, January 21, 2008

The Fray - How To Save A Life

I repeat - I am not the lead singer of The Fray. But as this video shows I do bear a stupidly similar resemblance.

This song still seems to hold so much power. This video has been viewed nearly 9 million times on YouTube and I loved going through the comments as people tried to unpack the lyrics and images. This one resonated with me: 'This song really makes me wonder about my life and everything around me.... Music needs more songs like this! I'm so sick of songs having to be about nothing.... The Fray gives me hope that all songs aren't completely all going down the drain...'

Thursday, January 10, 2008

'Weight Of The World' by The Editors

It's been a while since the lyrics of a song really caught my attention; to the extent where I can do nothing but focus in on the music. The Editors have done it:

'You fuse my broken bones
Back together again
Lift the weight of the world
From my shoulders again

Every little piece in your life
Will add up to one
Every little piece in your life
Will mean something to someone

You touch my face
God whispers in my ear
There are tears in my eyes
Love replaces fear'

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Faking It

Here's a post I never thought I'd write. Today I worked as a builders assistant. I felt like I should have been on one of those Channel4 documentaries, where people pretend to be able to do jobs: Boy who likes to sit at a desk and solve maths equations learns the meaning off a hard days grind.

One of the many things my gap year taught me was to have a go and bluff your way through it!! And I successfully managed to present an air of confidence that covered a lack of practical ability - enabling me to return home with cash in hand, knackered and caked in a layer of dust!