Goodbye Jesus
I remember watching a sociology course a few years ago, and one of the lectures discussed the study of suicide by a man called Emile Durkheim. It covered a lot of ground, but essentially what it boiled down to was that the more isolated you are, the more likely you are to commit suicide. Single people are more likely that people in a relationship, people without kids vs those with kids and so on. The lecture also discussed another finding Durkheim came across: Men commit suicide more often than
I recently hit my 30s and I've realised over the last couple years a couple things have happened. Firstly, as I keep getting older the X that marks the left simply keeps moving to the left of me and secondly, not only was the X moving to the left as I stood stationary, I myself am now moving to the right of my own accord. I'm not even that old, and I feel in general I am losing touch with what's current. It continues to be a weird transition for me; to move from the "happening crowd" to the lepe
Many years ago now I purchased this book, you can get it on Amazon here. At the time of purchase, I read about a third of it, found it fascinating and didn't touch it again. This of course changed in the last week or two as I made it my mission to go through old books of mine (and books I've always wanted to read) and begin working through them. The first of these was Price's book and it's not exactly a light read, my Kindle estimated about 15 hours reading time, and it wasn't too far off that.
As an introvert, I tend to favour having few relationships that are deep over many that are shallow. While this is a strategy that works fine when you're younger, as you get older I've found that you still experience the attrition of friendships that you used to, but you're no longer getting new supplies. In other words, when you're younger you make and lose friends at roughly the same pace, but as you get older (especially as an introvert) you're still losing friends but not really making any n
Today I clocked in 129.1 kilograms. That's about 284lbs for you yanks Now, I realise this is still fat as fuck, but I was at one point 165 kilograms so I'm pretty chuffed at the moment. I still have about another 29 kilos to go until I am anywhere near a healthy weight but at least I'm past the halfway mark. As it stands now, I am lighter than I have been in years. In fact I think when I first joined ex-c, I was probably about 10 kilos heavier than I am now, to help put it into perspective.
Long post ahead, be ye forewarned.
I watched an interesting video recently on the effect of automation, robotics and artificial intelligence has and will have on humanity. You can view the video
. Basically, the video argues that shit will hit the fan when robots take over human jobs because we'll put the vast majority of people out of work. Most jobs that people have are ones where a robot with basic artificial intelligence could take over. The chief example is driving which we already h
Note: I'm kinda rambling thoughts here so they might not be flowing that well.
So, it's been a couple weeks since I started going to the gym and things have been going well. I've been going every other day, but this week since I've got a bit of a late start at work I've been managing to go every day as I go in the morning while I'm refreshed enough to do so. It also helps that since it's a late shift I don't have to get up incredibly early to fit it in (I get up at 8, have breakfast and I'm
I've in my personal life that for the most part if you have enough goes at it, eventually you succeed. I know this because of several different areas in my life that required me to half multiple attempts before getting to the finished product. The main one left now is related to my health - weight loss.
I've tried to lose weight and on several occasions I've lost significant amounts yet over the years I've still managed to gain the weight back, and worse, add more on. It's at the point now I
Yesterday we noticed our cat was acting a bit funny, a little reluctant to move. This was further compounded this morning where we found him pretty much where we left him in the house. He wasn't moving much, and while eating he wasn't drinking. We took him to the vet, and we were given some antibiotics and basically told that his age combined with the fact that he has FIV means we might be having to face some hard decisions if he doesn't get better.
I sort of allowed myself to get into the m
So the other night I came home from work and I felt a bit of a dull pain in my side and chest. I didn't think much of it but I started feeling a bit nauseous. I soon started to feel like someone was trying to crush my head and then my left arm started to tingle - that's right, it started to look like a fucking heart attack. We went to the hospital and I got checked out, they took an ECG and when I found out that came out ok most of my symptoms went away and I decided to go home before the blood
So I started my workout today, it's official. I got some basic gym workout stuff the other day and put it all in what is now I guess you can call my "workout room". Here's a glimpse:
I have somewhat improvised with some of the things in there. For example, the table there is used as a stand for my lappy so I can listen to tunes and check up on things if needed (It's surprisingly easy for me to forget the order of the workouts I'm doing), the mirror I use to double check my form - especi
So I posted a rant the other day in the forums, but I figure they probably belong more so on my blog. Just now I was reading this blog where a person was countering the racist statements of somebody else (basically that all blacks are criminals) and gave the explanation for high crime rates wasn't race but education and poverty levels and gave a european country as an example stating that in this country where there are high levels of the above, there is also high levels of crime despite being a
In one of more more serious attempts, I went and saw a dietician who gave me some good advice on what to eat and drink. Nothing that can't be found online of course, but I think hearing it from someone whose job it is to know about these things is reassuring no doubt. The main thing thing I took away from our conversations was the amount of energy you take in matters more than the type of energy you take in.
To expand upon this, I'm sure most of us know about the documentary where a man liv
So, I decided last night to get back on track to losing weight. I was feeling really defeated and wasn't really in the state of mind to go forward with confidence but after reading some weight loss success stories I have boosted my mood and today I began my first set of changes, albeit minor ones. They are simply this, every day use the elliptical for 15mins and to cut soda out of my diet completely. This includes juice, cordial or any other sweet beverage in place of water. It's in essence a wa
I'm a very private person, and perhaps a bit of a sensitive one while I'm at it. I don't like telling people things because my thoughts, feelings and desires are precious to me and I don't appreciate it when people piss and shit all over them. You ever tell somebody you're doing some non standard hobby and their immediate reply is either "man, you got so much time on your hands" or "why would you do that"? Both responses crush your spirit at a time when you're trying to bring somebody close to b
If I spend enough time on the internet, especially if it's in the comments of a news article or perhaps on a forum; chances are I am going to read something that pisses me off. There is then this urge of wanting to tell this person off or correct them; but what I always come back to in my mind is how often do people change their point of view after arguing with somebody in person, never mind the internet? The percentage is basically so close to 0 it can be considered an anomaly.
When I remin
I don't often talk about my past, not because I have anything I particularly want to keep secret or to hide or to forget - it just doesn't come up in conversation much and if it does it makes everybody all awkward and all that and they sorta regret asking the probing question which revealed details about me they didn't wish to know about
Anyways. I was reading something about emergency line workers this morning and it made me think of my most memorable experience of having to make an emerge
Being overweight sucks. I don't particularly feel disgusted with myself being overweight. I don't feel like I'm a piece of shit being overweight and I never realized some people feel that way about overweight people until fairly recently in the scheme of things. I hate it because it makes life harder for myself and I worry about dying at an early age or getting really really bad side effects.
What does annoy me about myself is that I am wanting to lose weight, but I have done nothing but gai
So many things to rant about, so little time. I'll just stick with the above as the topic for today I saw a forum post about marriage, and it compelled me to write my thoughts on that topic, and "families" in general.
From a very young age I remember I wanted to be married by the time my mother had me (at age 26). It seemed like a good age. I pictured going to high school, meeting a girl and taking her to prom followed by me getting a job after school, settling down and eventually getting m
I was thinking of about this thing that happened years ago when I was in college and even today it makes me smile. I thought I'd share it since it keeps on coming to mind as of late
It's a short tale, so don't be too worried. Years ago when I first started out at college I would get to there early before class started and go to the library where I'd read books and/or converse with people from my class. Anyways, when it would rain I would bring my umbrella with me (obviously) and I would get
Someone I know recently was involved in an "altercation" that left them pretty badly injured. As he lies in intensive care his family updates everyone on the situation and all I see are messages thanking God for helping him recover and all that shit. The only thing I can think of reading these messages is this same piece of shit who is apparently helping him recover also caused him all this harm.
In the book of Job, it opens with all that Job had and details how he lost it all. The book ends
I've written a couple of posts where I have them mostly finished, then I draft them and then I delete them. I think for me it's sometimes good enough just to get something off my chest and I don't need for anyone to really see it. Especially because more often than not I couldn't be bothered dealing with the backlash. For example, just now I deleted my rant on society's emphasis and idolisation of parents and children and I feel a lot better now.
Anyways, lesson being - sometimes just yellin
For most of last year I didn't work. I had work here and there but with no consistent paycheck. As a result I relied on government support for students to get me through. Seeing that I was working fine for many years prior to that, I had costs accustomed to that lifestyle. There were several things that I was paying off and as a result I was breaking even at best, and this is before other day to day expenses that cannot be helped (food for example).
Anyways, I got a bill last year for my car
I don't know what it is with Americans, but they seem to declare their love of free speech openly while ensuring that no one can actually practice it. If someone can be fired, or forced to quit their job because of what they think or believe then that is not a country that actually believes in free speech. I realise for a lot of liberal leaning people that this guy quitting is probably seen as some sort of a victory, but I see it as a failure. We need to stop forcing people to conform to what th
This is a bit of a rambling post, up front warning
I think an unspoken question behind the whole simpler life quips is whether or not instant gratification is wrong and I sometimes ask myself that too. There is no point in my day to day life where I am prevented from finding out about something I want to know for more than the few seconds it takes me to search on my phone. That could mean looking at Google or using the other technologies at my disposal such as my calendar, mail or somewhere
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