tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/My thoughts for the day.MokoFeed2009-11-12T10:27:36+01:00tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-02-21:/2006/02/21/title~581732/jamesa333uk2006-02-21T21:59:26+01:002006-02-21T21:59:26+01:00 <p>It's the annoying time of year when spring is just round the corner, and I've got shitloads of work to do. Then there's the odd day of blissful sunshine followed by a week of rain and grimness, it messes with my head.</p> <p>Project was progressing well now its slowed down. Same as my brain, which is slowing right down at the moment. It wants a break of hmm a month would do it, to get itself in gear for the final haul. </p> <p>I don't think I can say enough times how I can't wait for uni to finish. I watched bill oddy today and it reminded me of how being out in the countryside makes me feel great, and then it suddenly sunk in that I can't afford to spend carefree days in the countryside, I have to work and worry my ass off until fucking June. Some people love the city - I do when I'm drunk on a night out but right now my head is far away from this shithole.</p> <p>Roll on summer, bitchezzz. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/02/21/title~581732/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-02-16:/2006/02/16/title~567578/jamesa333uk2006-02-16T16:34:58+01:002006-02-16T16:38:24+01:00 <p>Well I havn't been updating for a while - time to get back on track.</p> <p>I am currently taking leave of nottingham - due to gradually accumulating stress fed by and feeding lack of sleep. People get shot in nottingham, and I've been watching to much news on T.V, that coupled with getting into my project whilst realising this term is worth about 60% of my degree is what is worrying me. I really do seem to have lost my ability to cope with stress - people used to tell me I was one of the most chilled out people ever. Something has changed since then - ambition. As soon as I've finished by degree, I'm through with ambition, just the easy life for me (well for a year anyway) I need to reacquaint myself with the parts of myself I like the most. That sounds dodgy but I'll leave it in anyway... </p> <p>I seem to have no time to relax naturally, I have to force it and I also percieve everybody else to have no time, is this what life is? Maybe I should give up my worldly possesions. But in the words of my mum, 'but I like my worldly possesions', but thats the point isnt it but. My head has sort of lost contact with my heart, I need to reintroduce the two. But get a degree first... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/02/16/title~567578/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-19:/2006/01/19/joke~487675/jamesa333uk2006-01-19T23:17:56+01:002006-01-19T23:17:56+01:00 <p>Another joke.</p> <p>A farmer discovered that everytime he got ready for bed, he would find lots of pigs around, whats more, they were all infatuated with him. He was puzzled because as soon as he woke up and got ready for the day, they would all go away. One day he got annoyed and asked his wife, 'why do those pigs all keep hassling me only when I'm trying to sleep?'. She aswered, 'It's because you wear pigcharmers' (pyjamas)</p> <p>That was so crap, but I couldn't think of a better way to use the pun.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/19/joke~487675/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-17:/2006/01/18/exams~481518/jamesa333uk2006-01-18T00:47:48+01:002006-01-18T01:02:43+01:00 <p>I've had one exam so far, and it wasn't sooo bad. Got another tomorow which I'm very well prepared for, and then one on saturday and then I am free to do all the things that I'll probably forget that I wanted to do! Hmm maybe I should write a list.</p> <p>1. Send of the final version of my friends music project that I have remastered<br> 2. Learn the 4th inventio on piano by bach<br> 3. Record an hour long psychedlic freakout on drums and guitar<br> 4. Record an electronic album of songs to help insomniacs<br> 5. Get drunk<br> 6. Go bike riding<br> 7. Cook some more interesting dishes than spaghetti and pesto<br> 8. Catch the rats in the back garden and take them far away to the forest. Hopefully they aren't homing rats.<br> 9. Sleep past noon without having a panic attack in the morning from lack of doing work<br> 10. Plan my life for summer, house and a job.<br> 11. Reading (I've got siddhartha by hesse to finish, and the waves by virginia woolf to begin, amongst various personal research)</p> <p>Talking of jobs, I think I found the ideal one. 16000 a year 4 days on 4 days off as a carer for people with mental health problems. Meets all the necessary criterea for a good job in my eyes:</p> <p>1. Not a slimy capitalist scumbag job<br> 2. Helps people less fortunate<br> 3. Pays for rent, food and good times<br> 4. Leaves me with enough time spare to enjoy my hobbies</p> <p>It looks like in 5 months I'll be living the Brighton dream, I cannot wait. Next term is all about the final year project, and I've cleverly loaded it so that I have only 3 lectures a week! Wuhaha. </p> <p>I feel like things are just about to get amazing, and that I'm going to be set free from this faux student crap where every hour I spend doing something fun is an hour where I should be working etc. Maybe I'll miss it, although I'm certain I'll miss the few good friends I made up here, I won't miss nottingham at all. But these four years I have learnt so much, in this cage, and now I will be free free free to be happy and make music! If any of you out there have a harsh lesson to warn me about life, please keep it to yourself. This optimism for the future has always been at the back of my head, and now its beginning to bloom, I don't want any bubbles burst just yet, as the images I have dragging me through the final months are definitely superseding the potential kicking and screaming. Wow I truly packed the cliches in this post. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/18/exams~481518/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-15:/2006/01/15/title~472690/jamesa333uk2006-01-15T13:17:51+01:002006-01-15T13:17:51+01:00 <p>Xzibit clearly understands what I mean implicitly in his song which describes how a bitch is different from a woman or a lady:</p> <p><em>Lemme explain to ye why niggaz act like bitches</p> <p>See, cuz a bitch won't what?<br> I ain't talking about a woman<br> I ain't talking about a lady<br> Or you motherfuckas listening to the album, like,<br> "Why you always gotta say 'bitch'?"</p> <p>Cuz you females can see it yourself<br> There are bitches out there<br> Like there's punk ass nigga<br> There's bitch ass niggaz<br> And there's men</p> <p>There's ladies<br> There's hoes<br> There's women<br> And there's bitches</p> <p>Niggaz act like bitch ass niggaz<br> Cuz they want to jock the nigga that got it going on<br> Just like a stanky bitch!</p> <p>A bitch ass nigga is a male ho!<br> That nigga's backstage<br> Knocking at the door,<br> "Can I get in for free?"<br> No, bitch! You ain't got no pussy!</p> <p>Bitch ass nigga, what you serving in this equation?<br> One plus one equal two<br> That will never happen with me and you.<br> Bitch ass nigga</p> <p>Bitch ass niggaz will come to your door<br> And knock and say,<br> "Remember me?"<br> No, nigga, I don't remebmer you<br> Cuz when I was creating me you told me I would never be me<br> Not if I am</p> <p>Here your motherfucking bitch ass is<br> Saying, "Can I take a free ride"<br> Fuck you, and your momma for fucking your daddy and having your ignorant bitch<br> ass</p> <p>That's a bitch ass nigga<br> </em></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/15/title~472690/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-12:/2006/01/12/title~463144/jamesa333uk2006-01-12T03:04:13+01:002006-01-12T03:08:45+01:00 <p>Why is the word 'cunt' so offensive? I believe it to be one of the funniest words because of its potential to cause so much offense. It means 'vagina'. It's less offensive to call someone a 'dick' which means a 'penis'. I think that the fact the c-word is more offensive than the d-word is wrong as it implies one is worse than the other! Especially as both words are used to describe people who you don't like.</p> <p>I can see why the difference in offensiveness came about, but nowadays men and women are mostly equal in rights etc but not quite. I can see a problem if the words were used metaphoricly with regards to their function, as opposed to the same thing, but to be honest, how shocking it still would be today, calling a woman a c--- implying that she is promiscuous, reflects how strongly men's and women's behaviour is percieved and evaluated differently. Why are promiscuous males lauded and females not? There are those ugly evolutionary theories I guess, but in my ideal world this would not exist.</p> <p>So by calling this little kid who jumped over the wall into our backgarden to sneak around for stuff to steal a 'cunt', I am in no way meaning to be offensive to women, in fact the opposite. (However misguided I maybe)</p> <p>But yeah he pretended he was looking for a ball (which would be rediculously unlikely considering the layout of the houses round the back) after I caught him, I was shocked, and I tryed to follow him and take a picture of him when he jumped back over. I only got his back though. </p> <p>If that cunt comes back again I'm going to smash his head with a broken bottle. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/12/title~463144/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-11:/2006/01/11/title~461268/jamesa333uk2006-01-11T15:17:32+01:002006-01-11T15:25:26+01:00 <p>And its that time of year again. Time for EXAM MADNESS! I am in my own little world of books and revision cards and nobody understands me. I'm worried about the others, they've been acting kind of strange, they look at me like something very grave has happened to me. It's ok though, only a week and a half to go. A swift late onset usually has a good prognosis. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Have been talking with my homebuds online - brighton house is a gogo, and linz is writing the bear with me script. It's gonna be ace. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/11/title~461268/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2006-01-10:/2006/01/10/title~457771/jamesa333uk2006-01-10T14:08:35+01:002006-01-10T14:19:33+01:00 <p>Oh well, back to stinky university again. Had a proper feed of a xmas break, how shall I start the blog off? I guess with a questionnaire from chris's site. I am tempted to leave all of chris's answers in, but they don't apply to me alas.</p> <p>1.What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?<br> Hmm Class A's... Hahaha</p> <p>2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br> My new years resolution last year was probably to be nicer to people or more freindly or something. I failed. Same again this year.</p> <p>3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br> Not really close, a friend of a friend</p> <p>4. Did anyone close to you die?<br> My beloved winter bed-mosquito met its maker when I caught it harvesting one morning.</p> <p>5. What countries did you visit?<br> France and Spain.</p> <p>6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?<br> A girlfriend would be nice, also a place to live in brighton.</p> <p>7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory?<br> Hmm, probably several... I can't think of any right now though. HARHAR! My operation.</p> <p>8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br> Joining plinth, and learning how to play the piano again.</p> <p>9. What was your biggest failure?<br> Failing statistics. GROOAAAN</p> <p>10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br> Yes, several, shingles was the second most painful.</p> <p>11. What was the best thing you bought?<br> My laptop or my piano.</p> <p>12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?<br> Hmm nobody.</p> <p>13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?<br> The T.V. </p> <p>14. Where did most of your money go?<br> Rent and tuition fees. </p> <p>15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br> OH hoho... All Tomorows Parties Festival</p> <p>16. What song will always remind you of 2005?<br> Pink Lady Lemonade by Acid Mothers Temple</p> <p>17. Compared to this time last year, are you:<br> i. happier or sadder? happier<br> ii. thinner or fatter? thinner<br> iii. richer or poorer? poorer</p> <p>18. What do you wish you'd done more of?<br> Work </p> <p>19. What do you wish you'd done less of?<br> T.V - got mildly addicted at one point.</p> <p>20. How did you spend Christmas?<br> With family.</p> <p>22. Did you fall in love in 2005?<br> Nope </p> <p>23. How many one-night stands?<br> 37</p> <p>24. What was your favourite TV program?<br> Neighbours for a while, now Ren and Stimpy</p> <p>25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?<br> Hate is for the weak.</p> <p>26. What was the best book you read?<br> Can't remember.</p> <p>27. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br> All this classical music stuff.</p> <p>28. What did you want and get?<br> I wanted to not live in Beeston, I got that.</p> <p>29. What did you want and not get?<br> Apart from a girlfriend, I wanted to not have to do the rest of my degree but still pass.</p> <p>30. What was your favorite film of this year?<br> La Haine was good as was some film about pretending to be an idiot.</p> <p>31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?<br> I was 22! I became fighting drunk and marched around the village with a firey stick and burnt an effagy on a big pile of wood. I'm not joking, it was November the 5th !FNMPFMPF</p> <p>32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br> Having a car?</p> <p>33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?<br> I went through a phase pf wearing shirts. I don't know what to do with fasion, oh why does it have to exist?</p> <p>34. What kept you sane?<br> I think I am saner than ever at the moment. In fact I attribute my 2005 going mad to nerves, rather than actual craziness. To stop me from getting stressed, music and alcohol work.</p> <p>35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br> I don't know! Probably some singer from a band.</p> <p>36. What political issue stirred you the most?<br> Hmmm.. Stuff on the news. I followed the tory election thing when I was addicted to t.v for a while. </p> <p>37. Who did you miss?<br> My poor old dog <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> My family when I am away Awwwwww.</p> <p>38. Who was the best new person you met?<br> Not sure</p> <p>39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005.<br> DON'T EVER FALL INTO THE SYSTEM. THE SYSTEM WILL FUCK YOUR BRAINS!</p> <p>40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.<br> Can't think of one.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2006/01/10/title~457771/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-28:/2005/11/28/proudness~343622/jamesa333uk2005-11-28T12:18:26+01:002005-11-29T12:22:06+01:00 <p>Just got back from my lecture and it turns out that idea behind one of my projects (that was originally poopooed)from my second year was copied by the phd student supervising me, and published! Not only that but they stole my ideas for further research and basicly stole my entire theory explaining why autistic people can draw more accurately! I'm stoked... I've needed a bit of reassurance that my brain still works, I'm worrying about my final year project, but I had a few flashes of inspiration on the road back home, so hopefully all will be cool.</p> <p>Here is a picture of me in the EEG, brain scanning thing. Unfortunatly I didn't take one of the mri.</p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/j/jamesalvarez/img/P004.jpg" title=""><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/j/jamesalvarez/img/P004_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""></a></p> <p>You can see how unbelievably tired I look, that's cos I was up at 6oclock after falling asleep at about 2 or 3.</p> <p>Time for a nap. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/28/proudness~343622/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-26:/2005/11/26/why_has_my_blog_got_ads~338238/jamesa333uk2005-11-26T02:24:13+01:002005-11-26T02:53:52+01:00 <p>Had my brain scan and eeg today, pictures to follow. Being stuffed in a dark tube was womb like fun for a while but after an hour and a half it felt like chinese water torture, there was this electro thingy sticking in the back of my head, and cos i wasnt allowed to move my head it kept digging in and digging in, man that was horrible. I was so tired afterwards that I went home and slept instead of going to my lecture. </p> <p>In other news I picked up my massive tub of hot chocolate by the lid and it the tub fell off 180'd in the air landing perfectly upside down on the kitchen floor. I managed to salvage about two cups worth, but the rest I've left there with an ice cream scoop and a tupperware lid as a small piece of artwork for my housemates to enjoy. </p> <p>ATP next week! </p> <p>Oh, and I had my piano tuned yesterday by some old dude. He phoned me lost, hed got the wrong house, and when he walked in the door he said, 'I knew I'd got the wrong house, a black person lived there'. Now the thing is, it took me by so much surprise, I still don't get it, why wouldn't a black person want a piano tuner? I excused his racism because he was old, and I just wanted my piano tuned, but I was going to offer him tea and biscuits, so I only offered tea instead. In retrospect I should have sent him packing, but I was just too shocked at the time - too bizarre.</p> <p>And I thought of another joke:<br> What swims in the north atlantic and goes 'ding'?<br> A piano tuna.</p> <p>I love how shit my jokes are. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/26/why_has_my_blog_got_ads~338238/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-23:/2005/11/23/yay~332828/jamesa333uk2005-11-23T23:39:14+01:002005-11-23T23:39:14+01:00 <p>woohoo, i got the job, im now an employee of stealth/rescue rooms, the lady interviewing me was a very nice person, and I should be starting as soon as possible. Which is great because I need money fast.</p> <p>In other news in the last 24 hours I have eaten 40 double finger kit kats. I'd forgotten how good chocolate tastes. MMMM. I'm not joking, I've eaten 40.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/23/yay~332828/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-22:/2005/11/22/sleeping_pill_time~329965/jamesa333uk2005-11-22T22:30:15+01:002005-11-22T22:30:15+01:00 <p>Why do I hate winter so much? Today was a typical winter's day. I couldn't get to sleep until about 2, and then woke up at 3.30 and 5. My 3.30 awakening consisted of walking into the kitchen in my boxers and grabbing a knife, spinning out paranoid, cos there was something rumaging around ouside, which turned out to be a fox which I told, 'FUCK OFF YOU STUPID FOX'. My 5 oclock awakening consisted of needing a drink. </p> <p>I then got rudely awoken by my alarm at the crack of dawn looked out the window, it was grey overcast and cold. I had that tired feeling that feels like I'd worn out my muscles shivering all night, like that feeling that something sucked out my soul, and paralysed the muscles that open my eyes. I was too ill for breakfast so had a shower where I nearly fell asleep and slipped and started cursing and swearing, before putting on my clothes and heading out on my bike. Winter makes my brakes squeel, so I cruise down the long hill of derby road with the angriest, meanest expression I can pull, while my brakes are deafening, and making everybody stare at me. </p> <p>Anyway, after an extremely dull lecture, I get back home and try to do some work but of course I can't concentrate, so I have a nap and sleep for 3 hours and wake up and it's fucking dark again, and freezing. </p> <p>On the brightside, I've got a job interview tomorow, and I found my herbal sleeping pills which I'm going to properly abuse tonite. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/22/sleeping_pill_time~329965/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-22:/2005/11/22/a_winter_poem~328177/jamesa333uk2005-11-22T12:03:14+01:002005-11-22T12:11:33+01:00 <p>I wrote a poem about winter:</p> <blockquote><p> <strong>WINTER</strong><br> <em>I fucking hate winter,<br> Anybody who likes winter is a cunt.<br> Some people think winter is romantic and beautiful,<br> I would like to smack their faces with broken bottle.<br> I want to hibernate.</em></p> </blockquote> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/22/a_winter_poem~328177/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-21:/2005/11/21/amen~326862/jamesa333uk2005-11-21T21:28:14+01:002005-11-21T21:29:45+01:00 <p>I was just rinsing around on my bmx after byin some sticks, despite it being extremely cold, when foolishly I jumped up onto this kerb without judging the amount of landing I had. Consequently I careered straight into a wall bustin up my knee realy bad, and now I have a limp. Whoever saw me probably laughed as I screamed like a little girl threw my bike on the ground and knelt on the ground tending to my knee. It was painful. In other news, I'm going to have a brain scan on friday morning ;/</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/21/amen~326862/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-19:/2005/11/19/these_are_dark_times~320362/jamesa333uk2005-11-19T16:55:08+01:002005-11-19T20:55:15+01:00 <p>my piano is fed up with me, playing in a minor all the time, two of my a keys have broken, this week, so i've switched to d minor, which is still fairly easy to play in, and even sounds a bit sadder.</p> <p>ive arranged for a tuner to come and fix it though, so all will be sweet </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/19/these_are_dark_times~320362/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-19:/2005/11/19/last_night~319912/jamesa333uk2005-11-19T13:37:25+01:002005-11-19T15:57:04+01:00 <p>last night I had a training session round somebodies house, but most of time was spent waiting for this instructor to come round, sat in an awkward circle chatting. To begin with it was light parlance of darker skies, looming deadlines and broken central heating. That was just the beginning, we then went on to talking about all the shit clubs like ocean and the works in nottingham, the ones that play music from the charts etc. I had absolutely nothing to say while they talked about that for about 10 minutes until I said 'I never understand why people go to those shit clubs, the music is terrible, I'd rather dance on my own in my room, than with a bunch of sweaty drunk people looking to pull' which was met with a MASSIVE awkward silence - woops I was just saying how I felt! I then saw someone eating pringles, so I told them about monosodium glutamate and how addictive it was. Luckily although I got some odd looks, conversation proceeded onto to talk about food for a while, which was the highlight of the night, and spirits were high enough for us to all share a pot of tea. It all went downhill when someone noticed that the t.v was off, (we weren't allowed it on for some strange reason) and naturally some idiot starts spouting out all the crap they watched during the daytime, and of course everyone in the room was a total t.v addict except me, and watch all kinds of obscure programs. My sole contribution on that topic was 'I'm not much of a t.v watcher, in fact I only watch neighbors and the simpsons, I find my brain seems to switch off when ever the t.v is on, or even mentioned for that matter' that again caused an awkward silence. That was supposed to be an attempt at lightening a really intense but boring conversation, although luckily someone picked up on the neighbors, and a neighbors chat ensued, which luckily I could join in on. Afterwards, another member in the group was looking pretty fucking bored too, so I challenged him to a game of snap with a pair of cards that was lying down, and that lasted until work had to be done. I went straight home afterwards. It remined me of how easy it is to hate students and how sorry I feel for anyone who isn't a student having to deal with them. Oh well, in retrospect I found it quite funny! I don't hate students at all, I just don't like the process of getting to know them. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/19/last_night~319912/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-19:/2005/11/19/winter~319863/jamesa333uk2005-11-19T13:05:23+01:002005-11-19T13:07:37+01:00 <p>It certainly is winter now. I can tell because I get confused whether people are angry at me or not. I can never work out whether its pure paranoia or some subconscious signal I give off that pisses people off, I reckon it's a combination of both. This time of year makes me want to stay in my room and spend all my time studying and practicing instruments. The problem with this is that I eventually get bored and depressed when ever I take up this way of life, so I inevitably get nothing done apart from checking the bandsoc board. </p> <p>The other option is going out, but the problem with winter is that it takes control of my brain and forces so much alcohol into me that I go nuts and remain hungover for days afterwards. Moderation is not an option during winter, I've started drinking every night, and I have supposed to have stopped smoking but had a cigarette everyday for the last 3 days. The excuses have been 'a nice glass of wine and a ciggy will calm you down and you get get down to work'. Kind of works too. Not gonna let it happen again though I hope. Meh well, this winter shioot is old hat now, I can deal with it, I am actually most of the time quite happy.</p> <p>On the plus side I am getting skillz on the piano, and now I am a drummer in two bands, I feel it's my duty to get skillz on drums (namely tightness, which seems to have left me after a 2month hiatus) and also getting well into the reading for one of my modules. Hopefully I'll have read so much by christmas that for revision all I need to do is practice exam questions, and just rinse the exams. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/19/winter~319863/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-18:/2005/11/18/joke~317631/jamesa333uk2005-11-18T14:30:51+01:002005-11-18T14:30:51+01:00 <p>Today I am finaly getting some reading done, but I just have to get this joke out of my system that I just made.</p> <p>What did the american politician play at the mathematics ball on drums?</p> <p>Algorithms</p> <p>(Al Gore Rythms)</p> <p>Bubum Tsss</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/18/joke~317631/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-15:/2005/11/15/two_bands~309725/jamesa333uk2005-11-15T16:18:39+01:002005-11-15T16:26:16+01:00 <p>Had a pretty intense couple of days, but have proudly attended all my lectures. I got charged on vodka and saw squarepusher on sunday night and thought I was having an epileptic fit at many stages due to the sheer intensity of music and lights. It was truly awesome. I had dreams like time delay motion capture thing and everything was really close up and get chopping and changing, and a lot of dream that was just colours and lights flashing.</p> <p>Had a monger of a day on monday, but got lots of organizing done in my hungover state before heading down to birmingham to see sigur ros. Train took 3 hours to get there due to assorted crapness, and 2 hours to get back as well! I got bulled up on 4 cans of red bull on the way down there as I wa nearly falling asleep, and was shaking throughout most of sigur ros's performace. Perhaps I brought too high expectations, the sound was awesome, the orchestra was awesome but something wasn't quite 100% spot on, and they only played one track from my favourite album... Nevertheless it was stunning inspiring and I sunk right in and loved every second. The red bulls ran out on the train journey home and I kept passing out, and this morning I felt like my soul had left my body.</p> <p>I've just had a nap and its sunny, I might read a book for the rest of today. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/15/two_bands~309725/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-13:/2005/11/13/title~305557/jamesa333uk2005-11-13T21:47:51+01:002005-11-13T21:47:51+01:00 <p>I decided to settle this once and for all. I've spent far too long spinning my bike wheel. With one spin from stationary, it spins for 8 minutes and 9 seconds (rounded up) now I can rest. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/13/title~305557/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-13:/2005/11/13/today~305387/jamesa333uk2005-11-13T20:33:14+01:002005-11-13T20:36:47+01:00 <p>today I had went on an internet site, and it told me I had, seasonal affective disorder, adn that I should spend £300 on a bright light to stare into for half an hour every morning, to be honest it convinced me for a while until I thought about it. I do seem to be in stranger moods at this time of year, but the fact that I wake up at 8.30 every morning seems to be keeping me on a relatively straight path.</p> <p>It is getting fucking cold though, and a couple of my housemats are really arsey about putting the heating on, fuck them, ive got my fan heater warming my bed sheets every night and they don't even know about it !! </p> <p>My ideas were flowing today. I won't go on about what they were, but they were flowing. Also I have nearly nailed doctor gradus ad parnassum on the piano.</p> <p>Tonite is squarepusher, and maybe tomorow is sigur ros! </p> <p>Joke of the day:<br> <img src="http://www.vibesenergyworks.com/fullimages/Honest%20...%20I" alt="raccon" title="racoon"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/13/today~305387/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-12:/2005/11/12/my_creative_work_today~302735/jamesa333uk2005-11-12T19:34:03+01:002005-11-12T19:34:03+01:00 <p>Today I spent a long time spinning the wheel of my bike which is in my room being repaired. I have already wasted far too much time doing that. I also spent a while drawing pictures based on the idea of a mouse and a man. My favourite (not very accuratly reproduced) was this one:</p> <p><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/j/jamesalvarez/img/mouseman.JPG" border="0" alt="mouseman"></p> <p>As you can see it's a very happy man eating cheese, or an angry mouse guarding some cheese. I spent a great deal of time drawing some really detailed ones.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/12/my_creative_work_today~302735/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk,2005-11-12:/2005/11/12/today_i~302704/jamesa333uk2005-11-12T19:18:22+01:002005-11-12T19:19:01+01:00 <p>theres a fine wall of sand in my ear? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jamesalvarez.blog.co.uk/2005/11/12/today_i~302704/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>