If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

And then goes on to make the video below with a hellishly long 3 minute intro. People wont stay around to listen to Ogden Nash’s Great Poem read by Jarvis Cocker. They’ll skip it. You Avatar isnt that cool Dude. Ah well… perhaps they can watch the graphic above as well…?

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I’m not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justive is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Requiem For The Americas:

Touch For The Volcano Site

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there, not afraid…
Sisters of moon ascend
Be there, not afraid…

As all my life ascended
There the angels sang inside of me
The more you realize the more you gain
As though there’s something living said
There beyond the garden of the windows
Rest upon the life
Lay it on the line

There lies the souls within the lost world
Where memory is forgotten
On the magic Horse of Fire
And all the world’s are locked in memory
Caught within our apathy
You get the picture not the story
Honor your past
Honor your life
Honor the history of the ancients
As every thought creates a backlash
The senseless death
The waste

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise
And the ancient lives…

Sisters of moon ascend
Be amongst us,
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sky ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there, not afraid

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid.

Sisters of moon ascend
Be amongst us,
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sun ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid

Brothers of sky ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there, not afraid

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us.
Be there not afraid.

LEAD VOCAL/LYRICS: Jon Anderson.

“Magic, chance, providence, whatever word you choose, it’s a powerful force in everyone’s life. I didn’t realize how much until I was down a trail that has occupied me and a great many others for the past couple of years.

I composed the songs on Requiem as a tribute to the spirit and vision of the Native American. … My wish with Requiem is to reflect the inspiration from all I’ve absorbed remaining attentive and true to the spirit of these native tales.” – Jonathon Elias, NYC, August ‘89

Hiawatha not all but :

By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning

Hiawatha stood and waited
All the air was full of freshness
All the earth was bright and joyous
And before him through the sunshine

Westward toward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams the ahmo
Passed the bees the honey-makers
Burning singing in the sunshine

Bright above him shone the heavens
Level spread the lake before him;
From it’s bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling flashing in the sunshine

On it’s margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water
Every tree-top had it’s shadow
Motionless beneath the water

From the bow of hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow
As the fog from off the water
As the mist of the meadow
With a smile of joy and gladness
With a look of exultation
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be but is not

Stood and waited hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands were lifted
Both the palms spread out towards it
And between the parted fingers

Feel the sunshine on his features
Flecked with light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches

O’er the water floating flying
Something in the hazy distance
Something in the mist of morning
Loomed and lifted from the water
Now seemed floating now seemed flying
Coming nearer nearer nearer
Was it shingebis the diver?
Or the pelican the shada?

Or the heron the shuh-shuh-gah?
Or the white goose waw-be-wawa
With the water dripping flashing
From it’s glossy neck and feathers?

It was neither goose or diver
Neither pelican nor heron
O’er the water floating flying
Through the shining mist of morning

But a birch canoe with paddles
Rising sinking in the sunshine
Dripping flashing in the sunshine
And within it came a people
Can it be the sun descending
O’er the level plain of water
Or the red swan floatin flying
Wounded by the magic arrow

Staining all the waves with crimson
With the crimson of it’s lifeblood
Filling all the air with splendour
Filling all the air with plumage

Yes it is the sun descending
Sinking down into the water
All the sky is stained with purple
All the water flushed with crimson!

No it is the red swan floating
Diving down beneath the water
To the sky it’s wings are lifted
With it’s blood the waves are reddened!

Over it the star of evening
Melts and trembles through the purple
Hangs suspended in the twilight
Walks in silence through the heavens!

And This :

An extract from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

During the interval there was a cool draught in Hélène’s box as the door opened and in walked Anatole, stopping and trying not to brush against anyone.

‘Allow me to introduce my brother,’ said Hélène, her eyes shifting uneasily from Natasha to Anatole. Natasha turned her pretty little head towards the handsome adjutant and smiled at him over her bare shoulder. Anatole, who was just as handsome close to as he had been from a distance, sat down beside her and said this was a delight he had long been waiting for, ever since the Naryshkins’ ball, where he had had the unforgettable pleasure of seeing her. Kuragin was much more astute and straightforward with women than he ever was in male company. He talked with an easy directness, and Natasha was agreeably surprised to discover that this man, the butt of so much gossip, had nothing formidable about him – quite the reverse, his face wore the most innocent, cheery and open-hearted of smiles.

Kuragin asked what she thought of the opera, and told her that at the last performance Semyonova had fallen down on stage.

‘Oh, by the way, Countess,’ he said, suddenly treating her like a close friend of long standing, ‘we’re getting up a fancy-dress ball. You must come – it’s going to be great fun. They’re all getting together at the Arkharovs’. Please come. You will, won’t you?’ As he spoke he never took his smiling eyes off Natasha, her face, her neck, her exposed arms. Natasha knew for certain he was besotted with her. She liked this, yet she could feel the temperature rising and she was beginning to feel somehow cornered and constrained in his presence. When she wasn’t looking at him she could sense him gazing at her shoulders, and she found herself trying to catch his eye to make him look at her face. But when she looked into his eyes she was shocked to realize that the usual barrier of modesty that existed between her and other men was no longer there between the two of them. It had taken five minutes for her to feel terribly close to this man, and she scarcely knew what was happening to her. Whenever she turned away she bristled at the thought that he might seize her from behind by her bare arm and start kissing her on the neck. They were going on about nothing in particular, yet she felt closer to him than she had ever been to any other man. Natasha kept glancing round at Hélène and her father for help – what did it all mean? – but Hélène was deep in conversation with a general and didn’t respond to her glance, and her father’s eyes conveyed nothing but their usual message, ‘Enjoying yourself? Jolly good. I’m so pleased.’

There was an awkward silence, during which Anatole, the personification of cool determination, never took his voracious eyes off her, and Natasha broke it by asking whether he liked living in Moscow. She coloured up the moment the question was out of her mouth. She couldn’t help feeling there was something improper about even talking to him. Anatole smiled an encouraging smile.

‘Oh, I didn’t like it much at first. Well, what is it that makes a town nice to live in? It’s the pretty women, isn’t it? Well, now I do like it, very much indeed,’ he said, with a meaningful stare. ‘You will come to the fancy-dress ball, Countess? Please come,’ he said. Putting his hand out to touch her bouquet he lowered his voice and added in French, ‘You’ll be the prettiest woman there. Do come, dear Countess, and give me this flower as your pledge.’

Natasha didn’t understand a word of this – any more than he did – but she felt that behind his incomprehensible words there was some dishonourable intention. Not knowing how to respond, she turned away as if she hadn’t heard him. But the moment she turned away she could feel him right behind her, very close.

‘Now what? Is he embarrassed? Is he angry? Should I put things right?’ she wondered. She couldn’t help turning round. She looked him straight in the eyes. One glance at him, standing so close, with all that self-assurance and the warmth of his sweet smile, and she was lost. She stared into his eyes, and her smile was the mirror-image of his. And again she sensed with horror there was no barrier between the two of them.

The curtain rose again. Anatole strolled out of the box, a picture of composure and contentment. Natasha went back to her father’s box, completely taken by the new world she found herself in. All that was happening before her eyes now seemed absolutely normal. By contrast, all previous thoughts of her fiancé, Princess Marya, her life in the country, never even crossed her mind. It was as if it all belonged to the distant past.

Ive worked in Mental Hospitals, I spent six months on a Psychiatic Hospital’s Acute Admissions Ward. I have Stories. An army Northern Ireland Sniper who wanted to be a tree surgeon and his girlfriend who used to write Baudelaire in perfect french…backwards, the moaning lady who spent 6 weeks rocking backwards and forwards saying No No No No , I tried everything including singing hymns, ECT knocked it out of her. Poor Margaret thinking everyone was against her, her friends were against her, of course the fact that she was forcibly admitted by her husband and Doctor….I used to rub cream into her cracked feet.. It worked….”Madness” hhmmm… Pink Floyd Dark Side of The Moon ” Ive been mad for fucking years, over the edge for yonks.. I know I am mad, Ive always been mad…” Ive worked in long stay places “One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest is real” Chemical Straight Jackets! …. He had been released from a mental hospital three months before, told to be a good boy and take his medicine. He didnt he took crack instead..He stomped on a guys face til the guy died of facial injuries. His brief asked for a three year hospital order. a probation officer I know delt with the case, he made a few calls, the guy got 16 years. … Kate knows … Heres a story:

Copied From : http://katebush.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=dreaming&thread=1712&page=5 THE WHOLE STORY: This house is full of m-m-madness...

“The quiet, aloof couple’s son, called Jackie, won a scholarship to a grammar school, and then went on to medical school, from which he graduated in 1943. He married Hannah Daly, three years his senior, a County Waterford Irish farmer’s daughter turned Epsom nurse, became a GP in Bexley, and bought East Wickham Farm.”
~ Waiting for Kate Bush, Mendelssohn (2004, p.38)

“Kate’s father was an exceptionally determined student who won a scholarship to Grays grammar school and went on to medical school. He graduated in 1943 and married Hannah Daly, a staff nurse at Long Grove Hospital in Epsom…”
~ Kate Bush, Vermorel (1983, p.52)

Long Grove Hospital was in the news recently, when historians working at the Surrey History Centre in Woking discovered two volumes of records in the ruins of Long Grove.

At least 43 female typhoid carriers were locked up for life in a mental hospital, the BBC has learned. The women were held at Long Grove asylum in Epsom, Surrey, in the period between 1907 and its closure in 1992. Nursing staff told a BBC investigation that some of the women may have been sane when they were admitted but went mad because of their incarceration. Most of the records from the hospital were destroyed after it shut down. But historians working at the Surrey History Centre in Woking discovered two volumes of records in the ruins of Long Grove. Former nurses have told the BBC how the asylum was run like a prison. Jeanie Kennett, a ward manager who worked at Long Grove for 40 years, said it was a “basic existence” for the patients. “They’re somebody’s loved ones, they’re somebody’s mother, or sister, everybody had forgotten about them – they were just locked away,” she said. “Life was pretty tough; they were seen as objects, it was prison-like – everything was lock and key.”
BBC News, Monday, 28 July 2008

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/uk/7528045.stm

LONG GROVE HOSPITAL

Previous names:
Long Grove Asylum (1907 – 1918)
Long Grove Mental Hospital (1918 – 1937)

Her record company knew better than to push Kate Bush.
KB: “I’m left alone to work on albums. If there was any outside pressure I’d completely go under and probably have to be put away in an institution somewhere.”
Tracks, “Love, Trust and Hitler”, November 1989

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i89_tr.html

Long Grove Hospital used to be a mental hospital in Epsom, Surrey in the United Kingdom. c1890 London County Council bought all the land belonging to the Manor of Horton in Epsom, Surrey, to develop a complex of asylums which was to become the largest in Europe. Long Grove Hospital was built 1903 to 1907 and opened in June 1907. It was the tenth London County Asylum and fourth in the Epsom Cluster.

KB: “Well, one of the first records I ever bought was called They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Hah Hah by Napoleon the 14th. I thought that was great!”
MTV, Unedited, November 1985

http://gaffa.org/reaching/iv85_m1.html

The Epsom hospitals were at the forefront of advances in psychiatric medicine. Between the wars they were associated with London research departments and introduced new treatments such as electro-convulsive therapy, insulin treatment, and induced malaria therapy. When the Epsom hospitals were founded, they were intended to be cut off from the surrounding community. The first changes in this policy came after the War, and the use of chlorpromazine and related drugs in the 1950s led to further changes.

Recruitment of staff was a constant problem at first. The untrained male attendants and female nurses received between £18 and £39 per annum and free board and lodging. Men had to ask permission to marry and only single women were employed. Often several members of a family worked at the hospitals and their social life was often based there.

The Long Grove asylum was the third to follow the Bexley Asylum Plan for accommodation for 2,000 patients. The improved financial situation of the council allowed the use of red brick and marginally more embellishment as opposed to yellow stock brick at Horton and Bexley sites. Later additions included a nurses home (c.1910) almost identical to those added at Bexley and Horton but situated north of the laundry.

Interviewer: “But, you know, in one or two of the American reviews of The Dreaming, your music has been described as “schizophrenic”… And it seems to me that, in a manner of speaking, your music represents a virtual compendium of psychopathology; I mean to say, it is alternatively hysterical, melancholic, psychotic, paranoid, obsessional, and so on…”
Musician (unedited), Peter Swales, Fall 1985

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i85_swa.html

Peter Swales, for those who are interested, is a friend of the Bush family, and he is the author of several papers on aspects of psycho-analysis (Gaffa).

If Hannah Daly was a staff nurse at Long Grove Hospital in Epsom, then it seems likely that Kate’s mother was a psychiatric nurse.

At one time, just before leaving school, she had an ambition to become either a psychiatrist or a social worker. Both careers made sense to her as an alternative to her first love: “I guess it’s the thinking bit,” she told me, “trying to communicate with people and help them out, the emotional aspect. It’s so sad to see good, nice people emotionally upset when they could be so happy. The reason I chose those sort of things is that they are, in a way, the things I do with music. When I write songs I really like to explore the mental area, the emotional values. Although in a way you can say that being a psychiatrist is more purposeful than writing music, in many ways it isn’t, because a lot of people take a great deal of comfort from music. I know I do. It’s very much a therapeutic thing, not only for me. If [people] let it into their ears, that is all I can ask for. And if they think about it afterwards or during it, that is even more fantastic. There are so many writers and so many messages, to be chosen out of all of them is something very special. The messages are things that maybe could help people, like observing the situation where an emotional game is being played, and maybe making people think about it again.”
It was March 1978 when Kate Bush said those things.
“Stand By Your Mantra”, Classic Rock magazine, December 2005

http://gaffa.org/reaching/iv05_classicrock.html

After speaking to Kris Needs for over 90 minutes, KaTe said “It’s like two psychiatrists talking” (ZigZag, 1980) – a somewhat strange comparison to make! Kate’s father, Dr Bush, became a GP in Bexley. So maybe he was also a psychiatrist. And if both KaTe’s parents were involved in psychiatric services, no wonder KaTe had an ambition to become a psychiatrist or to write songs like Babooshka, The Infant Kiss, Get Out Of My House, Mother Stands For Comfort, etc.

Q: Would you make a good therapist?
KB: “I really don’t know. When I was little, I really wanted to be a psychiatrist. That’s what I always said at school. I had this idea of helping people, I suppose, but I found the idea of people’s inner psychology fascinating, particularly in my teens. Mind you, it’s probably just as well I didn’t become one. I would have driven all these people to madness. I’m better off just fiddling around in studios… Having said that, I think some of my lyrics were just, well, mad, really. And why not! … ”
Q: You wouldn’t make a good Lady Macbeth?
KB: “Lady Macbeth? (Laughs) No. To tell you the truth, I’m not that intrigued by acting. If someone offered me something really interesting, especially someone I admired, I’d do it because I’d be crazy not to. But I’m no actress. I don’t have the talent or the temperament.”

Free Da Avatars!

Q, “Booze, Fags, Blokes And Me”, December 1993

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i93_q.html

LONG GROVE MENTAL HOSPITAL: Famous Patients

Famous patients include Josef Hassid (a Polish violin prodigy), Ronnie Kray (one of the Kray twins) and George Pelham (a man who survived the sinking of two ships, including the RMS Titanic).

KB: “I’d rather hang on to madness than normality…”
Record Mirror, “The Shock of the New” (1981)

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i81_rm.html

Josef Hassid was a Polish violinist. He was noted for his intense vibrato and temperament, causing Fritz Kreisler to say “A Heifetz violinist comes around every 100 years, a Hassid every 200.” Furthermore pianist Gerard Moore called him “possibly the most incandescent prodigy after perhaps Yehudi Menuhin.” He received an honorary diploma in the 1935 Henryk Wieniawski Violin Competition in Warsaw and traveled to London in 1938 with his father, since his mother had died when Hassid was young. However, the start of World War II prevented their return to Poland. He performed in London, where he suffered from a memory lapse while playing the Tchaikovsky Concerto in Queen’s Hall. He was first placed in a psychiatric hospital in 1941 after suffering from a nervous breakdown at the age of 18. He was admitted again in 1943 and was diagnosed with acute schizophrenia. He was lobotomised in late 1950 and died at the age of 26. Josef Hassid was one of several prodigies whose brilliant careers were short lived. Bruno Monsaingeon’s The Art of Violin commemorates Hassid.

Kate Bush has just done the Daily Express. Now it’s me…But no way does she just press her nose and gush out the conveyor-belt niceties. We talk for over 90 minutes, touching all manner of subjects in an enthusiastic flow. Quite deep at times–”It’s like two psychiatrists talking,” she said after…
ZigZag, “Fire in the Bush” 1980(?)

http://gaffa.org/reaching/i80_zz.html

Ronnie Kray was diagnosed as insane in 1958. He was placed in a straitjacket and sent to Long Grove mental hospital. Ronnie didn’t stay for long as he and his brother hatched an elaborate escape plan. Reggie visited his brother and wore identical clothes (they were identical twins too) and when a member of staff went to fetch some tea they simply swapped places and Ronnie walked out as ‘Reggie’ and remained on the run for 5 months.

“I think you’re all completely mad, and thank you very much.”
~ Kate Bush to her fans.

George Pelham survived the sinking of RMS Titanic, but suffered a breakdown. On 22nd January, 1935 he was admitted to Horton Psychiatric Hospital, Epsom, Surrey. On 28th August, 1939 he was transferred from Horton Hospital probably because of the outbreak of World War Two, when Horton Hospital became a general hospital serving the armed forces. He was admitted on that day to Long Grove Psychiatric Hospital, Epsom, Surrey and died there 42 days later at 1 am on the 9th October, 1939.

see more:
Long Grove Hospital Pictures

http://www.countyasylums.com/mentalasylums/longgrove01.htm

http://www.epsomandewellhistoryexplorer.org.uk/HospitalCluster.html

http://www.derelictplaces.co.uk/main/showthread.php?t=2950

Desert Island Discs: Kirsty Young’s castaway this week is the stand-up comedian Jo Brand. Her first career was as a psychiatric nurse – and for several years she would spend the day working in a psychiatric unit before appearing at a comedy club in the evening. Both careers demand an ability to be calm in extreme situations and to display a confidence that is often not felt.

Jo Brand’s Favorite Piece of Music: Oh England, My Lionheart by Kate Bush

Desert Island Discs: 18 March 2007

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/desertislanddiscs_20070318.shtml

To you who see
The world with me
I give this post .

If you in courtesy should look
With favour on its pages claim
The title deed and write your name
Here on this page. To you who know
The glamour of the passing show,
Sublime and sordid, trivial, great,
But life, this post I dedicate.
As casual lookers-on we meet
Here at some corner of the street.
It’s good to know you see it too,
Smile, sigh and wonder when I do;
That you discern the crooked jest
Of contrast ‘twixt our worst and best,
Humour is ever friendship’s test.
I like to know you hear the catt
Of all things sad, neglected, small;
Thritt to the magic of the wind,
Love country, town and your own kind,
Sinners and saints and sea and sky
Just as they are, for so do I.

Then let this post
I fain would mend
Be yours, my friend.

Pinched from W. M. LETTS and book was changed to post

Flat Fact: Plagiarism, believe it or not, comes from a Latin verb that means, “to kidnap.” If you plagiarize you’re kidnapping and stealing others’ hard work and intellectual property. It is academic and public dishonesty.

The following is a diary of events that occured at the Trinity Web Summit held on Febuary 4th 2010.

A Tree in Trinity

My overall experience was extremely positive. I was enervated and uplifted and this was a feeling shared by all that participated. Personally I sometimes feel isolated living as I do in the countryside. Knowing that there are others that are “keeping the faith” re-affirmed my attitude to the internet, its use and its propagation as a global communications medium. Distance is no longer relevant. We are experiencing a social and cultural revolution at a level not experienced in, and I will be bold, in the evolution of our presence on this planet. A global community is emerging. I embrace it and I believe that the four hundred or so attendees at the event share this view. ALL the speakers do.

Those that were there will understand this sentence:

I have and know the code I will try and make it beautiful

[If you want a lesson in the code read the PC Roots page]

Ike ma sho

(“Here we go” in Japanese)

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To Quote Wikipedia on Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

“An Inquiry into Values is the first of Robert M. Pirsig’s texts in which he explores his Metaphysics of Quality. The 1974 book describes, in first person, a 17-day motorcycle journey across the United States by the author (though he is not identified in the book) and his son Chris, joined for the first nine days by close friends John and Sylvia Sutherland. The trip is punctuated by numerous philosophical discussions, referred to as Chautauquas by the author, on topics including epistemology, ethical emotivism and the philosophy of science.

The book sold over 4 million copies in twenty-seven languages and was described by the press as “the most widely read philosophy book, ever.” It was originally rejected by 121 publishers, more than any other bestselling book, according to the Guinness Book of Records.”

I enjoy writing. I am sure there will be a more erudite and scholarly analysis of the Trinity Event available. This is my experience as it unfolded punctuated by the “odd” Chautauquas.

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31st Jan 2010 : It all started in facebook. I spotted an ad in the sidebar…whats that then? Dublin Web Summit? Oh click, read…OMG…read..O M G! Trinity …Wordpress….CraigsList…Dublin 4th Feb WEB SUMMIT! Click 7 Tickets left..click…credit card…shit its maxed out…shit phone Paddy…blah blah c o n v i n c i n g l y…Ok Phil heres a code….cool…book the ticket enter the code …Got Me A Ticket To The Greatest Web Event In The World AND The Networking Event Afterwards…Me …

-*SMILE*-
-*BIG SMILE*-

Wow I have broken my face into two halves.

Have to choose a T-Shirt. hmmm. Harley..really cool, everyone loves Harleys…hmmm…bit…well…Im wearing my finger hoodie of course. Hah got it. Plain Black small print: “Trust A Few, Fear The Rest” yep. Black Jack and Jones jacket on top. Cool. and sunglasses.

now. 5pm to 11pm so. I have to stay somewhere in Dublin. A B&B I guess maybe Trinity have a list…. Phone Trinity Accommodation. No good. Got transferred 5 times ended up in The Philosohical Society. Still no good. Hmmm. well Student Union then, find an official. Coolest people on campus. Found the head.

“Hi Ben…problem, blah,,Web Event, guest, blah B.Sc. Brunel, MA Kent…..”

“Sure. You can stay at my place. No problem. heres my mobile give me a ring on the day. I’ll be expecting you…..”

My Dad was a shop steward, Loads of problems when I was doing my masters when I was student rep, half the class wanted the course shut down. Problem was we had been practising social workers for years they were…ooops…academics … After we graduated…there was The Miners Strike. My friends Pete and Trish used to run the gauntlet of police barracades to get food to the Miners….We lost that one. Ah to be sure, it was only a battle. I was the National Association of Probation Officers rep for our office. The conferences were great. Three days by the sea with a bunch of well educated vociferous socialists…wonderful. And, you didn’t mess with NAPO.
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I made a very grandiose statement at the beginning of 2010.

I said 2010 is mine.

Flat Fact: A top-level domain (TLD) is one of the domains at the highest level in the hierarchical Domain Name System of the Internet. The top-level domain names are installed in the root zone of the name space. For all domains in lower levels, it is the last part of the domain name, that is, the label that follows the last dot of a fully qualified domain name. For example, in the domain name www.example.com, the top-level domain is com, or COM, as domain names are not case-sensitive. Management of most top-level domains is delegated to responsible organizations by the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers (ICANN), which operates the Internet Assigned Numbers Authority (IANA) and is in charge of maintaining the DNS root zone.

Jesus Ireland. ICANN are changing the net this year. We can have fadas. I got the forms off ICANN last year to register a Gaelic character set. Told DIT they didn’t care. I have the ear of my local TD but…welll…Tullamore…Offaly …ummm Trinity YOU COULD DO IT. I’m a Brit, not my native tongue though on my Irish Secure (dot) com I’ve been running a Bother with Fada campaign for six months. I’ll register FÁS.com from a French site if you don’t.

and: The initial set of top-level domains, defined by RFC 920 in October 1984, was a set of “general purpose domains”: com, edu, gov, mil, org. The net domain was added with the first implementation of these domains. The com, net, and org TLDs, despite their originally specific goals, are now open for use for any purpose.

I am a bit of a purist. I lke to keep (dot) com as the general generic top level domain, I can sell anything on these domains; (dot) net I like to keep for technical stuff and NETworking, I will sell technical products on these sites; (dot) org e.g. Only Avatars (dot) org, I like to provide free information, giveaways and personal observations. I am a purist but I won’t say no to a fast buck. I run 37 gTLDs.

Here is my Domain /Internet Activity for January 2010:

The Posterous Group [sub-domains i.e. name (dot) posterous (dot) com]
• pjfbncyl : Generic compliments pjfbncyl (dot) com
• Dude Starship : Avatar Generic compliments Dude Starship (dot) com
• w3 : Internet News
• Flea Market : Buy and Sell site
• Widgets : Widget Site compliments The Widget King (dot) com
• lmao : Funny Comedy Site
• rotf : Really Funny Comedy Site
• Dublin : Dublin Site

Global Domains :
• Gerolmina (dot) com after Gerolmina Di Nardo Graduate Studies Admission Dublin Institute of Technolgy
• Technology Is Me (dot) com to match Technology Is Me (dot) Blip (dot) TV
• Inside Im Dancing (dot) com, The Cream
• Your Blog Teacher (dot) net does what it says on the tin
• Rhiagh (dot) com my 16 year old Blog Student

My Internet Domain/Internet Activity for Febuary 2010:

• The Year of The Tiger (dot) net
• Patrick Touhey (dot) com Poet and Amnesty International Activisit, Blog Student
• Trinity (dot) com….. only messin lol

I’m posting this now but I haven’t finished

Not by A Long Chalk

Roots Break

Flat Fact: The Zombies 1959-1968

The group formed in 1959 in St Albans, England, and gained their initial reputation playing the Old Verulamians Rugby Club in that city. The group was formed while the members were at school. Some sources state that Argent, Atkinson and Grundy were at St Albans School, while Blunstone and White were students at St Albans Boys’ Grammar School (since renamed Verulam School). James’ father was the original drummer.

I was at Willesden County Grammar School WCGS, We had Prefects and we had Fags. Our Teachers wore gowns. My English Teacher, God Bless Her, was an Oxford graduate. She once fell down the stairs and broke her ankle (she was not averse to the odd tipple). I used to push her around in her wheel chair…really fast. She taught me Shakespeare, I always played Puck and she said I was the best Lear…..In Willesden, lol.

Shakespear said: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil

Because of my English Teacher I came up with this: For in that dearth of dreams what sleep my come, when we have coiled round this mortal shuffle

I loved “Shes Not There”, wow the piano riff in the middle, so cool. I was 15.

A Sculpture in Trinity

3rd February 2010 :

You are receiving this email as you have been placed on an overflow list.

There is a strong possibility that you will be allocated a seat in an overflow auditorium.

The Summit is heavily oversubscribed and preference is being given to start up companies and researchers engaged in work with Trinity College Dublin.

Oh, wow, thats a shame, o, ok. Wait A minute:

Email: Paddy I am a Start Up Company
Microsoft BizSpark ID: 1400038768

Perhaps I can be re-considered

Philip

Wait ten minutes for the email to arrive:

Phoned Paddy…blah, blah overflow…etc

“Oh sure Phil, no problem. I got your email.”

“Do you want me to pay ? Will I get an email confirm as a ticket?”

” No, I’ll put a star next to your name, put you on the guest list, thats fine, pay at the door”

Hehehehe.

cool.

Got up at 3am on the 4th. I usually do. I have friends in the states, I am a developer for Blue Mars based in SF and I always want to speak to Tiff and Glenn in Hawaii. It was so funny when I slapped Glenn around the face in an Avatar/ Turing Test. Can’t tell you it here ’cause a robot/avatar will find out and it would ruin the test. It works though. If you need to tell if an Avatar is real or a robot drop me a line and I’ll fill you in. I’ll know if your a Robot. I got this test see. I recorded the meeting we had in Slade City one of my best. Must have been all the top Blue Mars designers there. Its 58 minutes long…but its good. You can find it on Technology Is Me (dot) Blip (dot) TV.

I have been neglecting them a bit, sorry guys, here is our video

I am also doing a Time Management – Cost/Benefit Analysis course. I usually have to monitor it every six hours or so. I needed my Lap Top. Well I don’t like going anywhere without a computer these days. I run Opera with file sharing enabled on my Lap Top and on my PC. Funny, My PC is hi-spec, I designed it myself, running Windows 7 Ultimate Quad Core 4 gigs RAM HD Graphics card. My Laptop is a Dunne Sores Bargain Sale with 750 megs of Ram. My Laptop can access my PC from anywhere in the world via The Internet. It runs Ubuntu (Linux). Guess which computer is faster accessing The Internet? See the PC page for an explanation. I’d be in Bens place by 2pm I’m sure he’d log me in without telling me his password. I wouldn’t ask. So I set up projects running that wouldn’t need attention for six hours.

Packed my LapTop : USB Memory “Stick” well, its the size of two paper backs and needs its own power supply. Its 500 gigs and cost 79 euros; usb mouse and web cam; Cat 5 cable; double plug adapter so I only need one socket; Dunne Stores web cam; usb mouse; usb 4 way extension. I was set.

My little pink 7 year old iPod ontaining 527 of my faourite tunes and head phones (not plugins, hate those, but slim black with mic and volume control, proper ones. Cost me 12 euros in the local techie store.) Love my iPod.

Camera was charged with spare batteries and 4 gig memory card.

I was set. Had my offaly cool hemp go-green carrier bag with a tracksuit, book and a few leaflets of stuff.

I was off To Dublin. During the event it was asked why come to Ireland? Ah well, darlin, its a rocky road even for The High Kings.

Ike ma sho:

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It was raining. I got cab. We chatted, told him about Trinity. Gave computer advice
he will visit inside im dancing (dot) com. Loved the movie. i like trains. Went across The Nubian Desert on one, mostly on the roof. Then when I was in India, travelling 3rd Class, a lump of Opium made it all quite tolerable. I was very young then. Jesus. Drugs are so dangerous. I must have been mad. Know the drug that causes the most problems? Alcohol. Know the drug thats most difficult to come off and has the worst withdrawls? Valium. My first degree is a science degree. I know brain chemistry. I love trains though. I picked up my book and realised that trains were so much safer than Iron Bicycles. the transfer of atoms, well….

“‘The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roads of this parish [and to Dublin no doubt] get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles…when a man lets things go so far that he is more than half a bicycle, you will not see him so much because he spends a lot of his time leaning with one elbow on walls or standing propped by one foot at kerbstones.’”

I’m at that bit. LOL x A Million.

When asked If he new where Hell was, he replied “Tullamore”. He was apparently transferred there/here. So I was told. Me and Mick Scully are going to put a plaque up outside his house. Mr J.Joyce was an admirer , The Internet says….

Saw a guy with a laptop. Asked him to look up this blog. We lost the connection but he wrote it down.

Got off the train without my green hemp offaly bag. Went back immediately, not there. Reported it to Customer Services.

Bus To Trinity! It was 10.45 am.

Dublin Tourism Site Search

SEARCH RESULTS 1 – 10 of 283 total results for trinity.

Google says: Results 1 – 10 of about 6,660,000 for trinity dublin

Web (dot) Trinity (dot) EDU

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The Chalk is worn but still long, next bit coming in an hour or so. Is it too long? please comment….

………check back about midday…

ok
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btw The next big event will be

“This past July, TEDGlobal returned to Oxford for a now-annual conference. Four days of inspired thinking looked beyond the obvious, at the hidden forces shaping our future, at the mysterious functioning of things, at the invisible and at the not-yet-discovered. At TEDGlobal 2009, a roster of powerful speakers and performers explored The Substance of Things Not Seen.”

Its an annual do, just after Trinity Term.

I will be a bit synoptic.

Ok. Wow. Trinity. Cool. Wandered around, was meeting Ben at 1.30. Chatted with Security. Very Important People on Campus much much better friends than enimies. Nice guys, difficult job. Took a few pics, had lunch, Trinity Burger,put up 10 InsideImDancing (dot) com posters, well slips of hand written bits of paper at eye level in high traffic areas. Met Ben. Dumped my stuff in his place. Set up my lap top, emphasing my 500 gig memory stick. Plugged it in. The mains lead didn’t fit. I’d brought the speakers power lead. It was a pretty black dead glossy bit of plastic. Lol, Pride cometh mate, Pride cometh…I learned early on:
Flat Fact::If you don’t learn from your mistakes you are doomed to repeat them

Won’t make THAT mistake again.

Real Time Update: You know I told you that I was on a Time-Management/Cost-Benefit programme? Well I didn’t really get it together while I was away. Shit! Lost the momentum, it would take me a week to get up to speed. You can’t let these things slide for 36 hours! I had invested heavily in people and had one of the biggest people networks in the programme. 15 is the standard, I had 43. Checked the project. Yep. Disaster! Checked the project board, no one had taken up the slack! Shit! NETWORKING? Its a joke. Struggled for a few hours, no My pseudo NASDAQ slipt from a 102 average to 6. The project was screwed. Lost maybe a weeks gains and maybe never recover. Checked the main board again and picked up a few left overs. Checked the main board after 4 hours. Still nothing. No, don’t believe it. Checked BEHIND the main board. I had 45 ready to go high end projects with upwards of 30,000 items. My project would cruise for 3 Days! Without me doing a thing except a 5 second install per product. 75% were top of the range products yeilding maximum returns. Networking? Yep NETWORKING!!! Running at 104-105 points now

3.30pm in Trinity. Went to Nassau Street Entrance. Hmmm, no signs, askedsecurity, no info, never heard of it. Went to Elliot Lecture Hall. Nothing. Found a coin operated Internet machine. Checked dws2, yep Nassau St/Elliot starts at 5pm. OK. Did a bit of viral InsideImDancing.com fly posting. 4pm nothing. Went to Elliot, left a postit with http://3d.OnlyAvatars.org next to the computer. Had a quick coffee. Nothing. Decided to phone Paddy. Went to Internet machine. Put in 1 euro. Found his number. Went to telephone. Won’t accept 2 euro coin. Asked a girl if she had a 1 euro coin for my copper change. “Yes, sure” She couldn’t find her purse. She opened her rucksack. Took everything out. No purse. Looked in a side pocket. “Ah here it is” no 1 euro coin. Her friend said “What did you want….?” She looked for HER purse. Found it, gave it to me. Back to the phone. Dialled. Nothing. Inserted 1 euro coin. It Took it. Dialled. Nothing. Pressed refund. Nothing. I had a 50 euro note left. Went and bought a drink for 85cents. Got change. Went to the phone. Nah.No. It was 4.25pm. Went to elliot Theatre. went inside. Lecture on The Declaration of Human Rights. A person I know is thinking of taking Ireland to Strasbourg for a Human Rights abuse. Listened made a summary of my friends case. Lecture finished 4.55pm. Went and spoke to lecturer. She insisted as she wasn’t a lawyer wouldn’t look at it. Pressed my case. She accepted my card and said she was meeting with a top barrister(?) next week and would tell him to expect a call from me.

5.15pm Went to Security said there was nothing in Elliot. he said “No, thats the overflow, you want the Burke Theatre downstairs to register” Big Crowd. Big Queue. From my previous wanderings I knew the back stairs, put me near the front of the queue. EVERYONE seemed to be waving printed tickets. Reached the desk. “ticket please” “Paddy said it was OK, Philip Finlay-Bryan” .I had 48 euro for a discounted 50 euro ticket……consults list. “Thats fine Philip ” gave me a Blue Heart. Phew. Put on my Microsft Tech Net badge with my name and Irish Secure Internet Services on it. No one else had a name badge. Lol. Found a computer, there were lots. Went to the main area thronged with people. Computer. Hangon. Someone forgot to log out. Typed in http://3d.onlyavatars.org my blog came up on screen AVATAR, The Blog. Walked away. Cool.

5.45 pm (approx). Went in, got a seat in the second row. Got The Goodie Bag. Watched. Operating system Windows 7? All Trinity computers run XP. on . Ok PDFs , Microsoft Office, standard directory structure. Took a pic of it.

Burke Theatre Operating System

We will see, IN THE Flesh Craig of CraigsList and Mr Wordpress Matt Mullenweg. You take a picture of an operating system. OMG YOU GEEK!!!

Lol x loads

“Hi Everybody. Sorry. If you went to Elliot for the overflow, well we couldn’t use it so everyone from Elliot is here. If you want your money back just let me know. You can still stay but we will refund your 100 euros” No I couldn’t…could I?…No, I couldn’t….hahahahahahaha.

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DUBLIN WEB SUMMIT

Four New Speakers Announced: Collins, Karlsson, Lyon & Bollard join Craigslist & WordPress Founders for a panel discussion on the opportunities and challenges for businesses in the current climate on Feb 4th. Chris Horn and Wired’s Editor-at-Large will also be speaking.

Wow.

Hello World, Its not me, Its not you, Its not them……Its US!

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What happened? Sorry,

You had to be there. It was very intimate, It was amazing. But, You Had To Be There. hiya Craig and Matt, I gave you my card, if you don’t leave a comment on this blog, I will be so mad…….

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AFTERMATH

-*Big Grin*-

Went for a beer in the Atrium. Networked. Wore my 3d Avatar Glasses at times for Fun. Couldn’t decide on an ID badge. I was wearing three different coloured hearts, so I put my Castle Palooza Volunteer Photo ID around my neck. When people asked if I was a Trinity Volunteer I said no but I wanted people to come to Charleville Castle Festiva, thought to be THE pop festival in Ireland. I did a live blog from there last year. Dudley lent me the castle for the weekend for my 50th birthday. It was wild. It was wonderful. Nice to say :

Hey Phil what was your best birthday ever, I bet it was your 25th walking across the Sudnese Kenyan border meeting the Turkana…?”Nah, It was my 50th. Friend lent me a castle”

hahahahahaha.

Made it back to Bens, thanks security for the phone call, thanks Fergus for leading the way, thanks unknown student who recognised my ID and said he’d been to Castle Palooza twice and thought it was the best festival in Ireland.

I slept.

Got up at 7am, got dressed put on my

realex

T Shirt. Bit tight……..Packed up. Double checked. No iPod. Unpacked…no its gone. Ahhh . Oh well there are always casualities…ahh My iPod, pinky, an old friend. Bought it in 2003. Got me through loads of boring times, uplifted me on the road. It was a friend..It (she?) always had an appropriate song, always. Patrick, the 10 year old slovakian boy who I look after (with his mum, she looks after me in exchange for lodging, they were broke and on the street) will be sad and me

Ike ma sho

Headed out into the morning air. Took a picture of the half moon over the square. The sun wasn’t up but the sky was blue promising a sunny day. Walked to O’Connel Bridge and was handed a free newspaper. Glanced through it. Wow it was 70% Internet content. the METRO Herald and Everybody in Dublin was reading it! Cool. Went and sat under the statue facing the bridge. Put the METRO Herald down first as the seat was wet. Rolled a fag and started constructing this blog. Strolled up to the Luis picked up a METRO Herald..The guy handing them out said “Love your hoodie, mate”

METRO Herald Reports

A webcam viewer in Cyprus alerted wildlife park workers in Scotland to the impending birth of one of their white rhinoceros….Blair Drummond received a phone call from the woman who was watching the rhino enclosure online when she saw Dorothys water had broken.

Mother and baby are doing well.

Got to Heuston. Went to customer service. “You didn’t find a green Hemp bag…? Oh There it is – “Philip Finlay-Bryan InsideImDancing (dot) com” Thats me! Great. Made a point of thanking three Customer Service dudes for doing a good job. I am a bit of a leper where stuff like that is concerned.

Went outside. The sun was up so I put on my regular sunglasses. Had a smoke, thought…hmmm. Went up to a METRO Herald person. “Can I have a bunch for my home town I’ll give em away…?” “Sure, where you going.? “Tullamore”…Went and sat down inside. Stood up and took a few pics, I asked this guy if he would take a few snaps of me.. He said sure he was a bit of a photographer. He took this:

The Second Time I Opened My Jacket

this is him:

John Baker Killminhan Village Dublin 8

thanks John I’ll send the pics on. He has a few problems but is getting some help from a psychologist in Trinity. He said I could use his name. He needs a computer if anyone has a spare one.

nice guy!

Got the train…….Sat down opposite this chap. He had a thick book called the secret history of the world. I asked if i could have look.. He had loads of academic/research papers. I said “You must be a student….” No I’m a professor.

We cahatted and chatted and chatted…wow…..what a man. Knows so much about so much! Said he should have a blog. He said he was thinking about it….Got his email address: We CHATTED later that day I sent him an email. We have a new domain and a new blogger:

• Aidan Breen (dot) com Medieval Scholar and Latin Professor at NUI Galway, Ph.D. Trinity, Blog Student > Blog (dot) AidanBreen (dot) com

got a cab home. Spoke to the driver, he asked about Skype. Gave him the info…Told him to visit Inside Im Dancing dot com. He said “I’ll write it down…Oh no need its so easy to remember”

My housekeeper was out. She had the keys. I went to see apartner of mine. Gave him a few copies of METRO Herald for the cybercafe. Spoke about running a blogging course in the cybercafe…Sure, no problem.

Went outside for a smoke. O new shop..Nauty Butt Nice cool name. Went and had a look wow lingerie sexy stuff. Chatted to the young lady… “Hey cool name, got a website?… “Yep NautyButtNice (dot) com” Oh a like-Minded Individual. Later looked at the site Nauty Butt Nice….hmm bit basic. Brings out the Entrepreneur in me. Over coffee I made http://nbn.2010mm.com…with a 3d Gallery. Went back to the shop: You can have the zip folder of the gallery for 30 euros. She said I’ll pass it on. Took me 20 minutes. Sex sells. I worry about that. Listen to this. Remember The Strawbs, Part of the Union. They made this. Its 10 minutes long but its really good. And I want to make a point, a really important point. Listen to the sound file or watch the video, its not so good. You try conducting…… [thanks to Technology Is Me (dot) com for the visual web site.]

Ok. “….if he could but conquor LUST!

Watch this: Social Media has now replaced porn as the number one activity on the net (best viewed in Full Screen)

All I know is this: the ravens kiss my mouth,
the veins are tangled here,
the sea is made of blood.

All I know is this: the hands reaching out,
my eyes are closed,
my ears are closed,
the sky rejects my scream.

All I know is this: my nostrils drip with dreams
the hounds lap us up,
the fools laugh out,
the clock ticks out the dead.

All I know is this: my feet are sorrow here,
my words are less than lilies,
my words are clotted now:
the ravens kiss my mouth.

Ravens Kiss (dot) org
Now you know why:

Inside Im Dancing

dot com

posted by a BIFFO, A Big Internet Fucker From Offaly

UPDATE: Email from Ben :

Hey Philip,

I found a pink iPod on my floor after you left, I assume it’s yours. It’s safe and just sitting on my bookshelf.

Let me know if you’re able to get it,

Ben