Me

Brighton, United Kingdom
A scribbler, mind wanderer, sometime doodler, over-thinker
under-thinker, creator and maker, wordsmith (?) maybe not
lover, fighter, a dreamer.

'Imagination is more important than knowledge'
- Albert Einstein.

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

normative eccentricity

The sudden boom of social networking sites in recent years has prompted users to evaluate their own characteristics and interests to a degree which was previously seen as fundamentally narcissistic. The blasé titled 'About Me' sections allow the user to delve into any and every corner of their thoughts, which often results in a jumble of ponders so void of correct punctuation the reader is inclined to believe that the author's comma button has broken. An overly familiar trend of these sections is the inclusion of the phrase 'random'.

Each time I come across this word I sigh, especially when reading the context it is situated within. Users state, behind the guise of the world wide web, 'I'm just totally random' so frequently that the irony is so blatant it's almost inconceivable. The ability to connect with millions across the globe with a few clicks of a mouse works as a wonderful tool for appreciating just how many billions of people cohabit this world with us, and perhaps it is this that probes the internet user to make such claims. The beauty of 'randomness' as it were, is that each human being is entirely different to his or her neighbour and no list of quotes, absurd messages to friends or quirky interests will ever reasonably deem anyone more random than another.

The overly enforced ideologies of human moulds presented through media and our culture suggest that there is normal, and there is abnormal. It just seems a shame that we can not all be identified as being wonderfully abnormal...

Sunday, 20 June 2010

aural escapism

The transformative nature of music is a quality which I can never tire of. The unnecessary hit of the space bar whilst an all engulfing track is playing makes my toes curl with angst; abruptly slipping out of an escapist symphony throws you back into reality with an unhealthy grunt. This inexplicable characteristic is, in essence, musics primary attraction. A detachment from outside noises, worries, people- lord, the amount of times I have hidden beneath my headphones in a bid to avert the nuisance of others. This escapist quality dually opens a multitude of doorways into any which world your mind fancies sauntering into- dreams of other places, hopes, sexual fantasies... it functions as a key to your subconscious.

The purely aural sensation of this musical getaway seems to work as it's key appeal. The ability to close your eyes and re-imagine your environment is a luxury we rarely appreciate in our overtly visual society, dominated by television, advertising and film; we anticipate these codified optical interactions. When you close your eyes and fall into a piece of music you regain control, seeing exactly what you want. In my opinion, nothing compares to the elation of snugly fitting a pair of headphones on, closing your eyes and going on an adventure beyond anything your eyes could ever begin to imagine.