spelling out lethargy,

Sometimes, I question the advent of boredom. It is not an emotion as such, though all emotions are but arbitrary and fleeting things. Incomparable to fear, hate and happiness – it is an alien sensation, perverse, counter-productive and almost entirely unwanted. Was it not so named; or had we not a word to sound and wrap our lethargic lips around, then would it exist? Perhaps this is but a pale and transient reincarnation of the cliché: whether a tree, which falls in a forest makes a sound if no one hears it. A cruder comparison would be to that unanswerable question, of whether the chicken preceded the egg. Nonetheless, I find myself constantly pining for hours lost to oblivion. If, in a given hour, a person achieves nothing – did that hour elapse, squandered so?

Lin Yutang:
Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.

If we were to erase the word, would we more willingly resort to tasks that are mundane, in situations where we are without anything better to do other than bemoan our own inaction? Unfortunately, that is every bit as unlikely as it is ideal. Boredom is by no means groundbreaking as far as concepts go. From the perspective of a predator, the life of whom depends upon reserving energy hard earned in the hunt, it makes absolute sense. Waste not want not. However, this is not our situation. Blighted with the constant desire to do nothing, recede into mental oblivion. Oh to be proactive. The inspiration I glean from quotations, is the by-product of my own procrastination.

Time for a change?

the weekly roundup..

Monday. Despite my every weeks' resolution of change for the better, Mondays' never cease in being the most unproductive and hateful of all my days. That I should resort, therefore, to publishing my antics of the week upon which the sun has just set, rather than throw myself enthusiastically into the one now waxing -- comes as small surprise to me. I know I am not alone in this phenomena, but as such remain ignorant of how to correctly refer to it. What is it, from which I am ailing, nostalgia; bone idleness; or procrastination? Ordinarily I should like to call it humanity, but far from trying to be philosophical, there lies within this conclusion, another thinly veiled attempt of passing the buck.


Onwards, though. Or more accurately, backwards.

It would seem that my last post had a prophetic element to it, albeit unintentionally. I have nothing short of thundered into 2010, as a bull in a china shop; without elegance, without direction, without fore-thought and without energy. Incredibly, the outcome has far exceeded what I should therefore expect, for two weeks of lethargy and slovenliness. It snowed here, even in this remote and overshadowed patch of England.

Unable to get into school and unwilling to exert much effort in attempting to, I ventured into Delamere forest and took some much needed colour photos. I confess, the black and white is beginning to lose its appeal. A healthy dose of sledding ensued-- I drank copious cups of tea, and generally had an all round all right week. Saturday saw what was, with hindsight a slightly foolhardy jaunt into the snowy wasteland, for a photoshoot of sorts. Though physically painful, it did wonders for my then lagging spirits. I love the two who took part, exhaustively <3

It wasn't until Saturday evening that I really emerged from my self inflicted hermitage. Thank you Lucy; it was a lovely party. Dancing, irrespective of the dodgy music choices, soothed the soul immensely. And thank you to the photographs, Joe. Means I get to talk with my actions, not merely provide the prompts to the inevitable conversations of the morning after.

<3 xx
photos to follow,
in the meantime,
i've linked to flickr, right>>

much love

armed with words, a call to arms

Calling me to question,

state of matter,  mind--

time to leave it all behind,

run away with me,

to a make believe tomorrow,

where want of clarity,

is all that's required,

looking to you, whilst

false suns sit upon high,

streetlights, mapping

out you features,

 missing even the stretches,

where my imagination,

limits me.

..tripping over the threshold of 2010

Christmas was lovely.
The inbetween times were luxurious.
Come Dine With Me was laughter-filled.
New Years Eve, luckily was huge success.

Privileged, I am.

<3 xxx
Wishing you all the best in the new year.

Rosie and Alice, my two twin cousins.

Shortly before leaving my Grandparents' house.

Come Dine With Me <3 with 10 of the worlds' best girlss.

Voting ;]  

 New Years Eve pile up.