Saturday 29 May 2010

Germany

Went to a German 'disco' last night. It was basically supposed to be a rock club, although the music went from bass-y techno remixes of boring British chart songs, to early noughties indie-rock, to emo, then some metal, lots of nu-metal, a little dance and then just a bizarre selection of anything with German lyrics. I didn't really understand why they played so much British/American music for most of the night because the majority of the people there just stood around the edges of the club looking bored until the German music started to come on.

One wonderful thing about the place was that I have never felt quite so slim or well dressed in a club. Almost everyone was very large, everyone was wearing jeans and trainers, and most people were dressed as though they were given £20 and left to run free in Bay Trading for half an hour. To be fair to them, if this is the way that everyone dresses here then it is me who was badly dressed from their perspective, but if they did think this then they were wrong, because I looked great.

I'd never been in a club before where smoking was allowed inside. It's very odd when in most of the clubs I have been to you are not even allowed to carry drinks onto the dance floor because it's dangerous, to be dodging lit cigarettes while you dance.

The night was interesting anyway. My sister and I talked to lots of new people. Almost everyone remarked on Robin Hood when I mentioned that I live in Nottingham except one boy who said, "oh that is where the little statues are, which you paint and there is a game." I'm glad that Nottingham can be appreciated for more than being the home of Robin Hood, but being the home of Warhammer 40000 would not usually be the first thing I would think of.

Monday 24 May 2010

Sick

Went to bed at 1.30am, kept falling down the stairs, being shocked awake then hyperventilating myself back to sleep, too scared to sleep in case I woke up hyperventilating again, woke up at 5.30pm, literally (lol troll) shat myself because my exam is at 4.30pm, realised that it was actually 5.30am, made salad, too sick to eat it, nearly fell over whilst doing the washing up, experiencing massive pain in my tummy..

  but seriously, I feel totally relaxed about this exam dudes.

Edit 1
Actually it's not the exam I am scared of, it's what comes after the exam. I am going to no longer be a student. I am going to be a grown up. I don't know what it feels like to not be a student. Also I have to go in a fucking plane, and I don't want to sit in something heavy what floats, please.

Edit 2
My body is all melding together and everything in my room looks like a spider. I want to go to bed. Just kicked my desk. I am going to vomit.

Edit 3
Suddenly feel fucking awesome, QUICK REVISE

Edit 4
I am a puking, shaking sack of organs.

Edit 5
Full of giggly joy.

Seated Young Lady by Egon Schiele

Hot List

Been reading into the archives of the Excalibur Cottage blog, and found all of the hot lists and wanted to make one for myself. I quickly realised that all of the people who I fancy are actually people from my life who I know but never, ever talk to. This created a difficulty, as it is of course very likely that my old chemistry teacher or that hot chef from work (why always authority figures? I'm so damaged) will google me and I will become extremely embarrassed.

In the end, though, I did manage to think of some lovely gentlemen and ladies for your perusal.

SOME BOYS WHAT I LIKE

#Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl



















AKA Ed Westwick. Looks like he was born into wealth. Makes me feel funny in my tummy. I do not watch Gossip Girl for the story lines.

#Herman Li



















Lead guitarist of Dragonforce. I want to play with his hair.

#Richard Joyce














Philosopher. Gave me an unprecedented interest in metaethics.

#Kakashi















"I'm sorry I'm late, I got lost on the path known as life today." Oh he's so funny!

#Dr Who



































Phwoar.

#Kocoum



















I would have married Kocoum.

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SOME GIRLS WHAT I LIKE (NO HOMO)

#Leeloo from Fifth Element














Maybe if I dye my hair orange, I will look beautiful too, rather than looking like a chubby goth.

#Scarlett Johansson


















Circa Ghost World, Lost in Translation and The Perfect Score (that well-known masterpiece).

#Emily from Skins














Her lesbian scenes made me feel a little bit confused.

#Blair Waldorf



















Chuck Bass's girlfriend on gossip girl. I hate her.




Thursday 20 May 2010

Exam stress?

How could I be sad when the air is thick and smells like wet flowers and hot grass? And the sky is dark and cloudy blue, with sulphur-orange street lamp stars, and vision's hazy and drunk when I'm looking through clouds of dandelion clocks. Huge bats are catching tiny moths on their way to the moon.

Wednesday 19 May 2010

Can I link social media and ethics?

Occasionally I get sick of social media sites. You reveal just enough about yourself to be vulnerable to anyone who wants to over analyse what you do and just have to hope that there's nobody out there who personifies the terrible combination of both disliking you and giving a shit about the information you post on the internet.

I found a twitter profile entirely devoted to hating me, I have been mocked when my scrobbling on last.fm reveals that my music taste has been (shockingly) influenced by the the tastes of my acquaintances. So why do I bother tweeting? Why do I bother scrobbling? The only point of these things seems to be to try to look awesome in front of strangers.

Except for interesting statistical data, I don't get anything out of scrobbling to last.fm personally and other than the occasional @reply, again I don't actually personally receive any great benefits from tweeting. It all seems to be done with the vague hope that the occasional stranger will see what you have done and think "well isn't she wonderful?" or "wasn't that useful?".

The benefits I do get from these kind of websites, however, is the content which is posted by others. Twitter enables me to find out about the topics which are trending in people's conversations locally, nationwide and worldwide, whilst last.fm enables me to find people with similar tastes in music to me and discover music which they love and which I never would have come across otherwise. The statistical data amassed in these sites is almost like a huge, worldwide act of human altruism accidentally (or purposely) committed by the apparently self obsessed. We are all making the effort to put data into this worldwide datastream and the only way that we can ever get benefits from this is by trusting that others will do so too.

An even better example of this kind of altruism is the phenomenon of wikis. The fact that people will make the effort to write entries into websites like wikipedia, without any guarantee of anything in return, is amazing and in return we have created this huge record of human knowledge which everyone with a computer can use.

It's an interesting analogy to the apparent altruism which appears to happen in human relations. We create moral rules for ourselves which will only benefit us if everybody follows them, but which could make our lives much worse if we were the only one to follow them. There are so many situations where lying, cheating, killing or breaking promises might make your much more pleasant, and yet you don't because of the rules which we follow almost without realising we are doing so most of the time. Also, in a situation where nobody is following the rules, if you are the only one doing so then you are sure to fail miserably.

If one person was to just give up on morality without fear of guilt or discovery, this person could have an absolutely wonderful life, and nobody else would know any better. However, the more people who act like this, the more humanity would descend into chaos, because nobody could trust anyone or anything. If promises (and therefore contracts) became meaningless, if you couldn't rely on people to not just kill you in the street, if almost everything which anyone said was a lie, there would be no humanity; life would be (as Hobbes said) "nasty, brutish and short."

So each of us makes our little contribution to the information amassed on the internet and in return we get enormous gains in the amount of information which is available to all of us. Each of us tries to be the best person they can be, and we each can live in the security of knowing that others will do the same.

So next time somebody asks what the point of twitter is, you can tell them it's for the good of humanity.


Twitter?

Monday 17 May 2010

Just a picture




I love this picture. I have no idea what was going on, but the man in the white slacks on the left is my great granddad.

Sunday 16 May 2010

Moving to London

In eight days, I will have finished all of my exams. I will never have to learn anything ever again (a thought which both depresses me and fills me with delight), but I will have to embark on the arduous and terrifying tasks which are Finding a Job and Finding Somewhere to Live. I spent my childhood feeling desperately excited about the day when I would finally be grown up and going to university, but I never really considered the fifty or so years remaining in my life after this point. So now I have to really be a grown up. My sister is going to move back from Germany, and I will no longer be 500 miles away from my best friend. The plan is for us to move to London and for me get a job in retail or catering until I can find a job in social media, PR, advertising or similar, and be wonderfully happy.

Things I am excited about:

Buying a bike
My bike got stolen in my first year at university, and I desperately miss having one and being able to get to places which are far away without having to get buses.

Having enough money to buy proper food every week.
Being a student for me has meant spending days just eating carrots, onions and pasta (just thinking about eating this mixture ever again gives me a cold sweat). It's going to be really wonderful just going to a Tesco once a week and buying the food I want. I don't even know how to do food shops anymore, if I try, I just end up buying much too little of things which don't even go together. Remembering what it is like to buy things is definitely a challenge which I am willing to take on.

Not being a student
Being a student means learning about interesting things, meeting great people, learning how to live on your own, doing exciting things, getting to know a new city and getting drunk so often that you start to feel a little unstable and shaky when you're sober. By the end though, I am just so sick of always feeling guilty if I'm not working, never having any money, and being in such a transition period. I want to get on with my life and find out what will happen next!

Living in London
I'm bored of Nottingham. I have done everything which I can think of to do. I want to do some other stuff. There's lots of stuff to do in London, it's a wonderful place, I am super excited.

Getting some fish
I haven't been able to have any pets at university, because you can't just move them around all of the time. I am going to get fish, and call them ridiculous names and feed them every day and hope that they never die.

Buying 'House things'
I want to make a house my own. I live in a student house with four other people, I can't exactly paint the bathroom purple and put up a print of a huge erect penis in the hallway. I don't necessarily want to do either of these things, but it would be nice to have the option.

Having a job
I want to have a job. I want to put some nice clothes on every day, and go to a place with heating and computers and think about things and do tasks and then go home again. A job has all of these wonderful features, and also the added bonus that every so often they will put some money into your bank account and then you will be able to exchange this money for goods and services.

Doing new things
London has book readings, gigs, stationary club, The Big Green Bookshop and thousands of other wonderful and exciting things which I can do.

I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait

Fucking scary though.

Monday 10 May 2010

Harassment

Today I was searching my @replies on twitter, and found this message:

@imogen89 the streets are a great place to start out living. just dont open your mouth or you'll catch london cancer

I had asked how it was best to go about finding cheap accommodation in London, so the comment didn't seem massively out of place, but then I clicked on their page (http://www.twitter.com/Tesla91) and found the following messages going back to March 4th:

@imogen89 you ugly tart

@imogen89 shut the fuck up you stupid prenentious fatty

@imogen89 last night i dreamt your mouth had been sewn shut so you couldnt talk anymore shit

@imogen89 eat a fucking steak you dirty slut

@imogen89 you ugly ho

@imogen89 because you'er a fatty, right? not because your a prententious fat cow that wants to get into law with a philosophy degree

@imogen89 ffs fatty put on more clothes and never ever wear slim folk attire you fat piece of garbage

@imogen89 why dont you get a new face you ugly ho

@imogen89 ffs you are without doubt the ugliest person i have ever seen in my long long life

@imogen89 how about untill the fat moronic piggy (you) gets cooked

@imogen89 fat moronic pretentious big easy

@imogen89 omg you are ugly, anoying, p[retentious and a prat all balled up into one fat blonde

@imogen89 beats listening to your voice or looking at your face

@imogen89 i guess you have a really ugly face then. You have loose morals at best, slut!

@imogen89 i think you should save up the money used for para and orange to get plastic surgery on your face

@imogen89 how about pissed for having a god awful face

@imogen89 it's three times bell end

@imogen89 someone should smack you round the face for being soo ugly

@imogen89 dont have any of your own please

@imogen89 ugly!

@imogen89 go on a diet fatty

@imogen89 get some plastic surgery then

@imogen89 Fucking Vegetarians

@imogen89 wow you are one ugly looking person

@imogen89 skanky emo ho

@imogen89 god that is a terrible euphamism for your vagina and a baby

@imogen89 well fatty

@imogen89 god you are one fat ugly ho bag

@imogen89 how bout how ugly you are?

@imogen89 Infidel!!!!!!!!!

@imogen89 tubbie

@imogen89 hahahahahahahahahahahaha

imogen should cook on her pretentious fucking ego that is primarily filled with philosophy bull shit and young person arrogance

@imogen89 thank god for that

imogen is a tool

@imogen89 eat real food!!!!!

@imogen89 not a meat fan i assume? clearly dont like men then

@imogen89 Take a chill pill babe

@imogen89 you are better off becoming a single parent...first get laid though or this might not work soo well

@imogen89 your fault for looking like rape material

how is killing tiring if you are not the one doing the killing?


These messages have never been shown in my @replies, despite the fact that I haven't blocked them and they are following me. This is pretty distressing and they seem to know me. Their name (Remy LeBeau) is a character from X-men. The name Tesla91 could refer to a bleach character, a surname, a first name, a rock band, a character in Clive Barker novels or the popular physicist.

These are the details which I can work out from their twitter feed:

-They like Bullet for my Valentine and Paramore.
-They worked or attended a 'convention day' on the 17th october.
-They might live in Guernsey or Norwich and be at the sort of age where they would be attending university.
-The '91' in Tesla91 may refer to the year 1991, the year of their birth?
-They might attend the UEA. They have replied to a twitter account of a girl who lives in Guernsey and attends the UEA.
-I am pretty sure they are male.
-They make t-shirts
-They like comics and sci fi.
-Possibly long dark hair.
-Possibly plays the guitar.
-They eat meat.
-They were disorganised about applying to university, waiting until March to start looking at where they wanted to go. Quite clever though if they go to the UEA.
-They were already following my friend Claire long before they were following me, she attends the UEA.
-I have wronged them in some way.


Update:
I have sent this message to twitter:
"The following Twitter account http://twitter.com/tesla91 has been sending abusive tweets to my accound (@imogen89) for a period of several months, as well as other twitter members. This has been extremely upsetting considering the vulgarity and personal nature of the comments, and it doesn't seem right that someone should be able to get away with this kind of behaviour simply because of anonymity. Considering the distressed that this has caused, I do not believe it is enough for this person just to have their account pulled, and I would like to have them charged with a criminal offense under the Malicious Communications Act 1988. I am based in the UK, and based on analysis of language used the account holder also seems to be in the UK, which makes this a simple harassment case under the following acts:
Malicious Communications Act 1988, s. 1
(1) Any person who sends to another person—
(a) a letter, electronic communication or article of any description which conveys—
(i) a message which is indecent or grossly offensive;
(ii) a threat;
Communications Act 2003: Section 127 covers all forms of public communications, and subsection (1) defines an offence of sending a ‘grossly offensive…obscene, indecent or menacing’ communication.

Here are some examples of this kind of communication sent to me (publicly):
"ffs fatty put on more clothes and never ever wear slim folk attire you fat piece of garbage "
"how about untill the fat moronic piggy (you) gets cooked"
"last night i dreamt your mouth had been sewn shut so you couldnt talk anymore shit"
"i guess you have a really ugly face then. You have loose morals at best, slut"
"your fault for looking like rape material"
"imogen should cook on her pretentious fucking ego that is primarily filled with philosophy bull shit and young person arrogance"
"someone should smack you round the face for being soo ugly"

As you'll see from the person's tweets, these were designed specifically to provoke distress and upset the receipients, and are criminal. I hope you will help me in identifying and shaming this individual, and help keep Twitter safe from malicious and abusive users. The course of action required of course will depend on the privacy policies and the philosophies of Twitter as a company, but I'm sure you'll agree that this sort of behaviour should not be allowed to continue anonymously by this user. Thank you for your time, your assistance in this matter is greatly appreciated and I really hope you can help us stop this individual from future tormenting of site users."

How do you make soup



Introduction
Today, kids, we are going to talk about how to make soup. I don't make tomato-based soups, so if that's what you are looking for then please just fuck off until I am a better chef. Actually that's a lie, I once made a tomato based soup and it tasted awesome, but was made exclusively out of chopped tomatoes, cream, herbs and seasoning, and that's hardly a concoction deserving of the title 'soup'. Also if you want to make soup with meat in it, then I am obviously not going to encourage you by telling you how, but just between you and me, if you take a recipe and shove some meat in it, it magically transforms into a recipe with meat in it.

The two types of soup
There are two types of soup, as far as I am concerned. Soup which is clear with shit floating around in it (Jewish chicken soup) and soup which is quite smooth and potatoey (leek and potato soup). Also I have experimented with sort of broth-like soups, which I guess are like the clear soups but thicker and more starchy. So there you have it, the three types of soup.

Ingredients
There are two ways to do this: You can look in your cupboard, see what ingredients you have and make a soup which fits these ingredients, or you can look in your cupboard, realise that all you have is a box of inexplicable sesame seeds and and some vanilla essence and go and buy the ingredients for a soup of your choice. The thing to remember about soup is that you can do whatever you want and it will probably turn out fine. It's not a terribly subtle art. Soup should contain stock, vegetables and something starchy. It can also contain protein if it has to I guess.

For clear soups, I have some great stuff called 'chicken soup mix' which is from the Jewish section in Sainsbury's and is vegetarian. It's basically vegetable stock but it tastes really good and possibly has some kind of thickening stuff in it, but that's not really necessary. Vegetable oxo cubes are my favourite kind of stock, and should be the base of all soup, including clear soups if you don't have the chicken soup mix.

Ingredients for clear soup should include things such as sweetcorn, peas, onion, garlic, spring onions, chopped carrots, chopped celery, cabbage or leeks. Basically fresh, sweet or oniony flavours work well. Starchy vegetables don't work too well, because there's nothing less fun than a big lump of flavourless potato in the middle of your soup. You are going to be tasting each vegetable individually because this isn't a blended soup, so you want strongly flavoured delicious vegetables. For starch, noodles, pasta and quinoa all work really well. Use about 50g of noodles (or whatever), enough vegetables to make you feel pleasantly full, and use your imagination when it comes to adding water. I use a lot of stock cubes in general, because I love salt and hate my arteries.

The base ingredient for a thick soup is the potato. Get floury potatoes of course. If you accidentally get waxy ones, you will realise when they don't really blend properly and make a kind of lumpy soup. If this happens, then personally I would just shut the fuck up and eat my soup anyway, but you can throw it all away in front of a homeless person and just use the rest of the potatoes in a potato salad or for wedges instead, if you like. Things which go well in thick soup include just about anything which isn't lettuce. Leeks, carrots, garlic, sweetcorn, etc etc etc. I can't really think of any vegetables today, but I'm sure you can. If you're making carrot soup, shove in some celery and a bit of coriander. If you are making leek soup, onions and garlic can only improve things. You don't need a lot of different vegetables with these soups, because it will be blended anyway, so too many flavours will all just get lost in each other. Use half potatoes, half some other vegetables, and cover with stock, but add more if it's looking too thick, because thick soup is good, but it can just turn into mashed potato if you're not careful.

For a broth-style soup, go crazy with the starch. Use turnips or swede, they are absolutely delicious in soup, really buttery and gorgeous but an absolute bitch to prepare, because they are super hard. Potatoes, carrots, celeriac, butternut squash and parsnips in lots of stock, with pasta, rice, lentils, dried soup mix (from Holland & Barrat, or the section in Tesco where they have lentils and grains) or pot barley, makes for a really lovely and thick starchy winter broth.

What to do with the ingredients
Now you have ingredients, all you must do is fry any hard vegetables (carrots are hard, onions are hard, peas are not) in oil or butter and oil. The more oil you use, the more delicious and more deadly your soup will be, as a rule of thumb. Do this for a few minutes in a big saucepan, until the vegetables look kind of shiny and delicious. Add any stock, potatoes, pasta and quinoa (any ingredients which take 10-15 minutes to cook) and boil, then reduce heat to simmer. Wait about 10 minutes then add things like noodles, peas and sweetcorn (anything which takes about 3 minutes to cook). Wait until everything is cooked, then blend if it needs it, and serve.


A picture by Banksy. He is my favourite artist. I don't know any other artists but I bet if I did, Banksy would still be my favourite.

Friday 7 May 2010

Robert Nozick

Urgh This is Robert Nozick. Is this really what a philosopher looks like these days? What happened to the big shaggy beards and knowledge-laden frowns of ages past? Just looking at his face makes me want to punch him over and over again.

He tried to solve the problem which Gettier found with the 'justified true belief' theory of knowledge. Justified-true-belief was the accepted theory of knowledge for thousands of years. Basically, for something to count as knowledge it had to be true, you had to believe that it was true and you had to be justified in believing that it was true. Nobody ever thought to argue with it until one day (pretty recently) a man called Edmund Gettier wrote a slim little paper which ruined everything. Basically his counter example was along these lines:

On Wedneday, my watch stops at 3pm. On Thursday at 3 pm, I wonder what time it is, I look at my watch and it says 3pm, so I conclude that I know that it is 3pm. It is true that it's 3pm, I believe that it is, and I am justified in believing so (because I looked at my watch and it told me the right time). Of course I don't really know that it is 3pm, because I received my information from a stopped watch.

It's quite an interesting little counter example, and quite a good example of how you can get pretty famous within philosophy for finding something that we are definitely certain about and then fucking it up for everyone.

Honestly, I could tell you what Robert Nozick thinks about the whole thing, but I refuse to humour him until he removes that ridiculous tan and grows a big bushy beard.

Tuesday 4 May 2010

RYANAIR

date chosen

times chosen

cheapest tickets found

ERROR YOUR SESSION HAS BEEN LOCKED

OK start again

date chosen

times chosen

UNAVAILABLE UNAVAILABLE

dates chosen times chosen

ERROR YOUR SESSION HAS BEEN LOCKED

REFRESH REFRESH REFRESH

...

Well it seems like this whole volcano god problem goes a little deeper than I at first anticipated. It was pretty obvious from the outset that somebody with control over either tectonic plates or the British media really doesn't want me to go to Germany, but now it seems that they have taken over the ryanair website. I would try to work out if they have control over all of the major airlines, but I'm sure they are intelligent enough to know that ryanair is the only one I can afford.

I wonder what is in Dusseldorf which they are so eager for me not to see?


[unnecessary back story: tried to go to Germany to visit my sister, volcano erupted, couldn't go]

Monday 3 May 2010

I made a blog, yea.

I made a blog, because sometimes I have too much to say on twitter, and I don't want to annoy people. I wish there was some kind of transition between twitter and proper blogging, writing in a blog seems like a lot of pressure. I might have to write lots of words! It might have to be interesting! It might need to be well written and grammatically correct! Thank god I have spellcheck in chrome, or this would be a disaster.

The worst thing about making a blog is that I feel like writing a blog post when I first create the blog, write some kind of introductory post, feel like I have to wait a day before I write another post and then forget all about the whole thing. Well I'm going to break that pattern completely this time, for definite.