Quote me happy!
I Don’t know about you, but the right quote at the right moment, can make my day. Here are my current favs right now, enjoy!
“The fakes keep frontin’ but I just dont care / wearing forces is the only time I put on airs.” – Shad
“We pilot the prototype for success, most labels with open arms dont know their right from their left” – Mr J.
“Even if you persuade me, you won’t persuade me” – Aristophanes
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity - Ellen Parr
“I want a Claire Huxtable!” – Shad
So long, FB Profile
That’s right, I’ve deleted my profile on Facebook, at least I tried my best to. Only my Facebook artist page remains
Some of you are probably wondering why? What about the hundreds of friends, the endless event invites, the self absorbed updates that masquerade as meaningful messages, the noise and the sheep throwing. What have I done!
In short, I value messages, I think they are important, potentially life changing arrangements of words. But then there is the counterfeit currency that pretends to be this, flooding the facebook economy, and devaluing everything, even the connectedness it claims to enable. All the time I spent on it, was time taken out of making a dent in the world; too often I found myself asking, what the hell am I doing here? more specifically I was thinking, if goldfish had limbs that were large enough, wouldn’t they climb out of their bowls? Of course fish don’t have limbs, and I am nothing like a fish, but for the record, the answer is no, they wouldn’t climb out- in fact, being goldfish, they will have forgotten why they are there, and why they should escape. Guess I’m more like fish than I like to… remember.
Shoe know it makes sense
“There is not enough room!”
If I had a pound for every place I heard that, I could buy all of them, knock down a few walls, build and extension and make even more room.
Today on the platform, it happened again: a train pulls into LDN bridge, opens it’s doors and quickly fills with commuters who won’t move down the carriage, all with the unspoken but rallying cry typical of London, “There is not enough room!”. They just stood there entrenched in silent agreement as if the very suggestion of moving down to occupy the aisles was a sign of weakness.
I know because I’ve been part of this mob before; the lie we tell ourselves is simple but effective: “I am getting off in one or two stops, if I move down I will have to fight my way of this thing (read, raise my voice) – ain’t happenin.” Sound familiar?
Ironically this story is the same one that keeps passengers on the platform from saying anything
that could get them on to the train: “I don’t want to have to raise my voice and tell them to move down, especially where there is such a strong agreement of silence. What if it doesn’t work? Argh heck, maybe I’ll just wait for the next one.” I know because this is the lie I told myself today, when usually I relish the chance to project my loudest, most gravelly, cockney bellow: “Move roight daaan, insiiiiide the carriages pleaze” – works everytime.
There is always room, but it must be contended for. Sometimes that means fighting (not recommended in this case), but often it means just asking.
I have something to ask you today; you can listen to my request here. Remember, there is always enough room, but you have to create it.
Meh…
Meh, apparently this is the newest addition to the english language. It’s, “a word that indicates a lack of enthusiam of interest or enthusiasm.” Meh – who cares,right? I didn’t, except I think I may have stumbled upon the opposite of this word/sound. Watch this space.
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Who/what is [verb]swish?
A type of word + a sound, in a noun? a lyricist; a name, a style, a purpose, a privilege
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A lyricist from South London, a collector of swishisms, someone.who.is.still.hoping
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