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"I am bad & that is good. I will never be good & that's not bad. There is no one I would rather be, than me" - Wreck-It Ralph Picture by Ryan Davies - MonoColour Photography Limited @RDaviesLTD

twinkle? how about Dull?

Twinkle has a lot of synonyms; gleam, glow, illuminate, shimmer etc. but what about its antonyms?

Dull?

Darken?

Dull would ideally describe my current employment; I keep asking myself how I ended up here; how have I ended up working in IT? I still don’t really know.

I don’t have a passion for IT, I don’t wake of a morning full of gusto for my day ahead. Many mornings I’d quite like to turn my alarm off and turn over. I don’t read any IT magazines, I don’t get excited about SQL or Active Directory.

I studied Internation Relations, Politics & Philosophy at University, when I left I took the first (real) job I was offered in Telecoms and somewhere down the line I’ve ended up in IT.

 

 

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have your Cake and eat it too?

This proverb literally means you cannot keep your cake and eat it too; it really is one or the other.

I’ve realised recently that this is what I have been trying to do. While I was still living at home I was never the tidiest person, I always thought to myself that when I moved out I’d miraculously change and I’d become a domestic goddess; that my life would suddenly become like something out of a disney film and nearby animals would flock to my assistance and I would whistle while I worked.

That’s not what happened.

I moved out over two years ago and I’m still as messy. Now I just want to clarify I’m not unclean my home isn’t worthy of a hazmat suit & quarantine, but I am an unwitting fan of a floordrobe, my kitchen table becomes a dumping ground for my make-up, my handbag and other bits and I may have a few empty shampoo bottles in the bathroom just because.

At home it was always my mum who curbed my untidy habits. But now I’ve moved out and in with my boyfriend it’s him who clears away after me. I’ve noticed I moan at him a lot for not necessarily being forthcoming with saying how he feels but I’ve only recently realised that he shows his love in a different way. He shows me how he feels by doing my washing, by cleaning up after me in the kitchen and just generally looking after me.

I’ve somehow managed to have my cake and keep it too, but I think enough is enough.

what makes us Shiver?

I’m not talking about our bodies reaction to being cold. I’m talking about our emotional response to stimuli. Like the tremor we get when we hear a good piece of music or the goose bumps we get when we watch a particularly moving scene in a film.

For me I always get that feeling when I watch Finding Nemo not only the opening music but one particular scene always gets me; when Nigel is telling Nemo and the rest of the tank fish about Marlin’s journey across the ocean to find his son. Emotion seems to catch in my chest and make it feel heavy yet at the same time elated.

 

More recently I experienced a different kind of shiver. Over the British bank holiday weekend I travelled to Nice in the South of France. Walking along the promenade I saw it. The memorial for those killed in the Bastille Day Massacre. It wasn’t just seeing the candles and the flowers it was the teddy bears that had been put out to mourn the children who had also suffered a terrible fate that night.

Actually standing in the exact spot where something so horrific happened was harrowing. It’s hard to find any words to describe the feeling of being there. My heart goes out to those who were there that night and to those who lost relatives and friends.

I couldn’t take pictures of the scene, for me it just didn’t feel appropriate.

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I had the same feeling when visiting Ground Zero in Manhattan. The silence that filed
the area nothing can describe it. Of this I did capture a few images; around the infinity pools the names of those that lost their lives were engraved. In some of these names a single white rose would reside.

I just remember the shiver that overcame me when the magnitude of these two atrocities hit me. The tears I shed for people I’ll never know. It’s hard to comprehend.

Fiery by Nature, or am I?

Growing up my dad always told me that as a ginger I was fiery by nature; this entails not only being a passionate person but being fierce and quick to temper. And I have recognised this as part of my personality all my life. When I choose to do something I give it my all; why bother doing something otherwise? I have also noticed the other side of my fiery nature; on occasion I can have a wicked tongue and I say things I inevitably regret.

However, the other week I had an encounter on my way home from work that tested by beliefs about myself. I got on my usual bus home,sat down and took out my phone. Like every other passenger I was minding my own business; checking through emails, surfing Facebook and looking to see if any interesting job listings had been posted that day.

As the bus began to pull off there was some commotion to my left. I stopped to observe a man hounding and poking another man, shouting in his face about what I do not know. My first assumption was the pair must have known each other. But as the antagonist of this situation turned and started to verbally abuse another passenger, once again leaning over so his face would meet hers, I realised this man was just looking for anyone to abuse. This time I did hear what was pouring out of his mouth. The victim on this occasion happened to be an older woman of the Asia/Pacific region, she was happily chatting to a younger lady and their conversation was not impacting anyone on the bus. However, this man thought otherwise and he started to racially abuse this woman, telling her ‘how dare she be up in his country speaking her own language’. The woman paid no attention to him and he lost interest, but she didn’t continue her conversation.

The next person to get this man’s attention was me. I thought great, I’ll give him a piece of my mind, how dare he stand and shout racial abuse at an old lady. But as he opened his mouth and started bullying me in a way I had not experienced since school I froze. No quick witted, volatile responses came to me. And his abuse just kept coming, this man that I had never met and didn’t know me from Adam was hurling abuse at me in front everyone on this crowded bus and I was shrivelling away.

I ended up putting my headphones in and ignoring him but I could feel this rush of emotion coming and it took everything in me to stop myself from crying.

Eventually he lost his interest with me and he moved on. When we got to the next stop the driver shut the engine off but he didn’t move. The man kept toying with the idea of getting off but clearly he couldn’t resist bullying a few more people before his departure. A girl intervened. She started to scream at him and she continued to berate him until he got off the bus. Why couldn’t I do that? Where was my confidence to stand up for myself?

When I got in that evening I cried; my fiery nature had failed me.

a Marketing Plan: Trump

The below is a Marketing Plan I have created for the Trump Presidential campaign. While some may argue that I am a Brit and this election does not impact me and my country, it is my firm belief that electing this man into office and giving him control over the worlds largest (known) weapons arsenal is a concern for everyone, not just Americans.

Contents

  1. PESTEL
  2. PESTEL Summary
  3. SWOT
  4. Objectives
  5. Strategy
  6. Marketing Mix

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daily prompt: Obvious

Human Rights – it’s obvious right?  Many governments conductive to the human rights act as they believe they and the citizens of their country have human rights; such as the right to defend themselves in court, the right not to be tortured or treated inhumanely. So why then am I reading reports that Theresa May’s government is going to scrap the human rights act? Why do we need to make our own?

changing the World

I’m going to have another sentimental moment here. This weeks Discover Challenge is to consider your ideal version of a thing or experience.

But really other than being able to experience Jurassic Park for the first time all over again there is only one thing I can imagine I would want to change to an ideal version but it wouldn’t just be for me. I’m talking about the world we live in.

This week the racist fascist moron who brought us Brexit, Nigel Farage, has been on stage with Donald Trump at his latest rally. He spoke of the decent people he rallied to vote for Brexit and told the 15,000 Trump supporters that if they ‘get their walking boots on and fight for change’ they’ll be able to stand up to the establishment that is the United States Government.

Let’s just take a step back a moment. Nigel Farage took images and tactics straight from the Joseph Goebbels’ Play Book of Propaganda while he was campaigning for Brexit. While I know of many decent people who voted for Brexit; I also know that it wasn’t the influence of this man, which made them to go to polls on June 23rd to vote to leave the European Union.

Back to the challenge at hand, I believe in order to change the world we need to change ourselves and for me that starts with our beliefs about our place in this world; we are not superior beings and the other creatures of this world are not here for us to abuse. For some individuals this belief of being superior also extends to other human beings, those of other religions, race or creed. To change the world we need a universal acceptance that we are just one race not many; the animals of this world have lives that are just important to them as ours are to us.

For me education really is the key but I fear some are just too far down the wrong path to change.

Everywhere you look there is discrimination, racism and hate. Just look at the news stories of Caster Semenya; rather than the world congratulating her win, we are squabbling over her gender; commenting on her looks rather than her achievement. I read an article on this; after the race one British runner cried during her interview over the disadvantage she was at competing against Caster, yet nothing was mentioned of the disadvantage Caster was up against: money. Britain spent £275 million on preparations for Rio, yet South Africa only spent £1.9m; Caster has not mentioned this disadvantage once, neither have the other competitors who have come from systematically disadvantaged countries, nor in fact have the refugees who competed at this years Olympics.

Our sense of superiority is lethal to our sense of humanity and until this is changed the world can’t change. Not really.