I have decided to start a diary of sorts. Somewhere where I can share my musings on all that life has to offer. I will also be sharing my writings and
hope that you guys chip in with your thoughts and ideas too. Hence why I have placed this in ‘collaborative writing’, because I do hope everyone
joins in and this becomes a safe haven for your rants and reflections
Just some of the words used to describe the fastest man on earth.
During his flawless performance at the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, he broke the Olympic record in the 100 metres at 9.69 seconds, the 200 metres at
19.30 seconds and along with team-mates, the 4x100 metres relay at 37.10 seconds, thus becoming the first man to win all three events at a single
Olympics since Carl Lewis in 1984, and the first man in history to set world records in all three at a single Olympics.
Not only was the record set without a favourable wind (+0.0 m/s), but also he visibly slowed down to celebrate before he finished and his shoelace was
They say that lightning doesn’t strike twice, but this Bolt proved ‘they’ wrong. At the 2009 Berlin World Championships this month Bolt smashed
his previous record by over a tenth of a second, the largest ever margin of improvement in the 100 m world record since the beginning of electronic
timing. And although this wasn’t a bolt from the blue it was still beyond some people’s expectations.
What scares me is that Bolt is merely 22 years old! It’s a bad time to be a 100 metre/200 metre runner, you may as well not show up it seems.
Its getting to the point now im beginning to get suspicious. Could he possibly be an alien? He cant be human with times like that. Or maybe some kind
of cyborg…terminator style?
Needless to say…he will be back!
I want to finish on something that has bugged me for some time now. People often use these phrases to highlight the absolute insurmountable,
unsurpassable, omnipotence of something.
Phrases such as:
The mother of all excuses
The father of all bombs
The granddaddy of all sea monsters
But which one is the best?
Answers on a postcard please
That does sound pretty hard indeed!
Still, i bet Bolt could handle it
You raise a great question i hadn't thought about though.
Is he the best there is and ever was because he has worked extra hard for it?
Or is he just one of those naturally gifted athletes we all despise
Usain Bolt still loves to party and still hates to train
Usain Bolt lies panting on a rundown track in Kingston. Sweating hard, under a moody Jamaican sky, cubes of red asphalt stick to his bare flesh.
He pulls a face. The world's greatest sprinter has never liked training; even the rewards of winning three gold medals in Beijing have not changed
Bolt's season starts next month, at the Jamaica Invitational, and his training is already behind schedule. There are medals to be won in Berlin, at
the world championships this summer, and coach Glen Mills will not let anything stand in the way. Can he go home yet? Mills shakes his head. Bolt has
just completed five 180m drills – his best 19.6sec – on what is designated an "easy" day. On a tough day he is expected to break 18sec. Mills is
a difficult man to impress.
Bolt was born with scoliosis, a curvature of the lower spine, and the increased workload was playing havoc with his hamstrings.
So it seems he is a mixture of phenomenal natural ability and hard work. Then again, all the best seemingly are.
And now he faces new 'problems'
This time there have been even more distractions – talk shows, parties, and requests to meet everyone from Bill Clinton to Cristiano
He will need to keep his focus if he is to remain the greatest. Source
Remember, we are the human race......but life is a marathon.
"Having or showing those positive aspects of nature and character regarded as distinguishing humans from other animals: an act of human kindness.
Subject to or indicative of the weaknesses, imperfections, and fragility associated with humans: a mistake that shows he's only human; human
I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be try to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and searched for its place in the night
Your body followed this feeling like following light
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud
You're sad but you smile
It not in your eyes
Your eyeballs won't change
It's the muscles around your eyes
An egg to fertilize
A pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize
A life to scrutinize
A child to criticize
Young adults to modernize
Citizens to terrorize
Generations to desensitize
You're dreams are sweet and obsessed
And your overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)
Be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed
Am I a prisoner to instincts?
Or do my thoughts just live
As free and detached
As boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born
And detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds
Or for falling apart?
Night after night
You turn out the light
You don't fall asleep right away
"Are we... are we done?"
A desk to organize
A product to advertise
A market to monopolize
Movie stars you idolize
Leaders to scandalize
Enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize
Fury to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize
Cities to vapor-i
I watched the film Lucky Number Slevin yesterday, love that film, the writing is top notch. Some of my favourite pieces......
Slevin: I'm sorry, who are you? The Boss: I'm The Boss. Slevin: I thought he was The Boss. The Boss: Why? Do we look alike? So you were gonna tell me something? Slevin: I don't know, you brought me here. The Boss: Yes. But back when you thought I was him. Slevin: I didn't think you were him, I thought he was you. And I was trying to tell him - you that you picked up the wrong guy. The Boss: The wrong guy for what? Slevin: Whatever it is you wanna see me about. The Boss: Do you know what I wanna see you about? Slevin: No. The Boss: Then how do you know I got the wrong guy? Slevin: Cause I'm not... The Boss: Maybe I want to give you $96,000. In that case do I still have the wrong guy? Slevin: Do you wanna give me $96,000? The Boss: No, do you wanna give me $96,000? Slevin: No, should I? The Boss: I don't know, should you? Slevin: I don't know, should I? The Boss: [pause] Long story - short. Slevin: I think we're well passed that. The Boss: I bet it was that mouth that got you that nose. Slevin: Okay, I'm under the impression that you're under the impression that I owe you $96,000...? The Boss: No, you owe Slim Hopkins $96,000. You owe Slim, Slim owes me. You owe me.
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The Boss: [showing a picture] This was my son. Notice how I said was? That's because he's dead. Relegated to the past tense. Went from an is
to a was before he had his breakfast.
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Lindsey: What happen to your nose? Slevin Kelevra: I used it to break some guy's fist.
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The Rabbi: The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mister Fisher. You are unlucky, so I may know that I am not.
Unfortunately the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance; yesterday you were better off than you are
today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived, and it's too late... You see? People are never happy with what they have. They
want what they had. Or what others have...I'm a bad man who doesn't waste time wondering what could've been when I am what could've been and what
could not have been. I live on both sides of the fence, and the grass is always green.
If you haven't seen it, go and see it. Simples.
Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Live at the Manchester Ritz
I was talking to many people in the crowd last night and there was one thing I kept hearing, ‘Julian Casablancas is God’. I liked hearing it, if
I’m honest, because all evidence points to it being a correct statement. Seriously, how many bands, having not released any new material for a
couple of years, will have the NME dedicate an entire issue to them on the basis that it’s been ten years since they formed? Not many, but The
Strokes did it. Everyone knows the story, when Is This It came out in 2001 the music world was turned on its head, the album was everything we wanted
it to be and it went on to inspire too many bands to mention, The Libertines and Arctic Monkeys being two of the most obvious choices. The Strokes
other two albums went on to win numerous awards and were a lesson in the mind of a genius vocalist and songwriter, a certain Julian Casablancas. So
you’ll understand why everyone in the crowd was going crazy waiting for the elusive rock god to make his way onstage.
Casablancas isn’t one for a grand entrance but when he walked on even the manliest of men were screaming. He opened with ‘Ludlow Street’ a
self-effacing track from his album ‘Phrazes for the Young’ that seemed to strike a chord with everyone in the audience, ‘Everything seems to go
wrong when I start drinking’ he sang as the audience thought twice about getting a round in after the show. The biggest surprise was his rendition
of ‘I’ll Try Anything Once’, a Strokes b-side that nonetheless had everyone in the audience singing along and, despite it being a fairly small
venue, some getting their lighters out. ‘I Wish It Was Christmas Today’, Casablancas’ cover of the Saturday Night Live Christmas song, was also
popular with the crowd. His growling, soulful vocals added to his indifferent onstage attitude can make anything cool and I mean anything – a
Christmas song is no challenge for Casablancas.
As with all the best gigs, I’m sad it’s over. But I still have the crowd chants ringing in my ears, ‘Julian! Julian! Julian!’ culturerevival.wordpress.com...
I got to see him after the gig. Genuinely a lovely guy, my friends got some snaps with him too.
British rocker Pete Doherty, perhaps best known for having dated Kate Moss, was arrested in Berlin this weekend for throwing his beer glass at a
car and breaking its back _
That was the headline that greeted me on Sunday morning, one day before I was due to go and see Mr Doherty and his band, Babyshambles, perform live in
Liverpool. It's a headline that would worry the fans of most musical performers, but Pete Doherty is not your usual performer. If he's not
committing acts of mindless vandalism he's appearing in court on drug charges or doing the kinds of things that one does to end up in court on drugs
However, he had been quiet of late (at least by his standards) and seemed to be getting back to his best, whenever that was. But this headline coupled
with what happened at his previous gig, where he had thrown the drum kit into the crowd, seemed to show that Pete was back to his old tricks.
Matters were not helped when on entering the venue rumours were abound that Pete had spend the whole day drinking in a local pub, The Jacaranda, and
was unlikely to attend.
Dohertys warm up.....The Jacaranda
The rumour was fast becoming the truth with every minute we were kept waiting, that was until he and his comrades bounded onto the stage without a
care in the world, late, but fashionably so. It turns out that he had been drinking in The Jacaranda and had left in time, pulling up outside the
stage door in a black cab, but had lost his all important pass somewhere along the way. That was why he was late (fashionably so), apparently.
And so it began......
Fast, loud and sometimes, ironically so, shambolic. Constantly giving the impression that it could all go so horribly wrong at any moment but without
it ever actually doing so, Pete had become accustomed to reigning himself in. And because of this there was a tense atmosphere, like watching a fine
piece of dramatic theater, the audience waiting with baited breath for that one moment of madness that would eventually be the heroes downfall.
Although that moment didn't come, things did deteriorate. It was more of a slow decline than a single moment of madness, but Pete was becoming
erratic. Falling over and nearly strangling himself with his microphone cord became the norm. He seemed angry, upset and aggressive yet at the same
time he seemed elated, joyous and mellow. It was an animated performance to say the least.
At one point during the height of his 'animated performance' the band stopped in between songs and got into a huddle. After a few minutes they
launched full throttle into their next number as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened, but there were whispers that Babyshambles lead
guitarist Mick Whitnall wanted to stop the gig because of Dohertys behaviour. Something that wouldn't have gone down too well with the crowd who were
baying for more.
And so they continued, playing all of their big hits and also treating us to some of The Libertines best numbers too, until it seemed Pete could no
longer go on and he dragged himself off stage. The crowd were in no disagreement, they had just seen a great show.
Back to his best, or worst, depending on your point of view.
I would have to agree with them. Yes it was unpredictable at times, but who wants predictable? It was lacking in composure and was an attack on the
senses, but what do you expect, this is troublesome troubadour Pete Doherty we are talking about. As far as I was concerned it was a great gig by
someone who is the last of a dying breed. But there is plenty of life left in him yet!
First and foremost, we have SNOW! Actual snow! Not ice rain, snow hailstones or that horrible brown slushy stuff, real fluffy white snow!
Thanks to this snow I have been introduced to the joys of fingerless gloves. Yes, I know exactly what your thinking, but think again. The
"happy-go-lucky vagabond" look is coming back.
Fingerless gloves are the future. Final.
Not only that, but Rage Against The Machine are Christmas number one. Something that ordinarily would leave me miffed, but ever since the X-Factor has
held monopoly over the once coveted Christmas number one spot I have longed for something different. Its certainly that. People Power,
Sticking with X-Factor.
I'm already looking forward to 2010. With a Jedward album on the cards and the boys we hate to love/love to hate possibly featuring in The Simpsons
too, it looks like it going to be the year dreams are made of
So to play us out, who else but the troublesome twosome......
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