Friday, 26 March 2010

Pouffe Pooch

I was out riding the other day and my friend Jack came along with me for the walk. We were walking through one of the big country parks where you get alot of other country walkers, cyclists and most of all.. dog walkers. Now don't get me wrong, I love dogs. But when I think of dogs, I think of ones like this. You know, real dogs. And most of the dogs at the park are like this. However, every now and then you see a dog out walking that looks more like this. Now although I would not class this as a real dog, I can understand that this creature is somehow still related to the canine family.

Now when Jack and I were walking/riding through the park we came across a lady that appeared to be walking two pouffes (see Wiktionary; A thick cushion, sometimes of leather, used as a seat or a footstool). I'm not joking. I have since scoured google images and I seem to have found pictures of this lady's dogs online. She had a black and a white one, which can be seen respectively here (hiding in her bedroom) and here (laying in another room of her house).

Luckily Jack and I managed to get some video footage of the dogs, and can be seen below. Enjoy.

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

PostSecret

I have recently become infatuated, obsessed even, with this blog. It's updated every sunday. It is an ongoing art project where people are invited to send in their secrets on the back of a postcard. They can be about absolutely anything; a regret, fear, betrayal, desire, confession or childhood humiliation. As long as they are true and have never been shared with anyone before.

Some of the entries make me laugh, some make me smile happily and others make me sad. But every now and then I will read one that truly pulls on my heartstrings. Not even pull on them, stand on them. As I remember this isn't fiction, this is real people and real lives. Below I have selected a few of my favourites, the funny ones, the touching ones, the astonishingly honest ones and those that I will remember forever.














Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Bookshop

Today I have spent my afternoon lost in one of my favourite bookshops (according to the shop itself it is Britain's largest second hand bookshop). It's so old and quirky I love it in there, right down to the wooden floorboards that creek with every step. I love how because all of the books are second hand (or more), they have a past. If books are allowed to have a life and so a past. You can almost feel the history coming off their pages. I picked up one book that had written on the front page, "To dad, all my love annie" dated 1945. That is a long time ago, 65 years, and that book is not one of the oldest ones there by far. It gives me tingles on the back of my neck.

I only left with one book, a play actually - Sheridan's The Rivals. I don't even have any money to spend so I shouldn't be spending it on books I don't need. I'm being reminded of another quote again..


"When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes."
— Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus


Fortunately I'm not this bad, but I fear I'm not too far off.


Monday, 22 March 2010

Heart don't fail me now...

I cannot stop listening to this song.









Is it strained, when I call you
Or do you think, that I might forget
Oh your love, is radiating…
The farther away
I go.
Do you count, on me now
And do you wait, up for me all night
I wish I could run, to you when you need me
You know I can’t be far
…..for long


Heart don’t fail me now
Cause there is no time to waste
Don’t shut me out, we shouldn’t wait another day…
I’ve searched for you, on my hearts high speed chase
Hear me out, may be the only chance to say
Hold me now….
I’ve said it every other way

Sunday, 21 March 2010

McDonalds

Hi everyone. Hope you are all enjoying your cheeseburgers. Come over and say hi. Love Stacey and Jack xx
p.s. can someone please lend us £1 so we can get a burger. thanks.




Dreaming

I am having trouble sleeping lately. I have no idea why. But when I do I have really vivid dreams. Naturally I have done a bit of research into dream analysis and the tldr version is the following:


Dreams are experienced whilst sleeping, and can be images, sounds and feelings. Sometimes dreams are so real that it’s possible to ‘smell’ the environment.

Dreams are most commonly a weird mix of the ordinary and humdrum events of the day that are often unnoticed.

Theories suggest that dreams are unconscious wishes – or desires that go unnoticed.

Others believe that dreams are a ‘clean-up’ of the brain – that it’s getting rid of all the unwanted thoughts collected throughout the day.



I also found a lot of information on dream analysis by Sigmund Freud, taking me back to the days I studied Psychology at A Level. Back then I thought he was an absolutely raving lunatic (has anyone else heard of the oedipus or electra complex?) However, although the following is a bit long, it's interesting if you stick with it:

"Considered the father of psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) revolutionizes the study of dreams with his work The Interpretation Of Dreams. Freud begins to analyze dreams in order to understand aspects of personality as they relate to pathology. He believes that nothing you do occurs by chance; every action and thought is motivated by your unconscious at some level. In order to live in a civilized society, you have a tendency to hold back our urges and repress our impulses. However, these urges and impulses must be released in some way; they have a way of coming to the surface in disguised forms.

One way these urges and impulses are released is through your dreams. Because the content of the unconscious may be extremely disturbing or harmful, Freud believes that the unconscious expresses itself in a symbolic language.

Freud categorizes aspects of the mind into three parts:

Id - centered around primal impulses, pleasures, desires, unchecked urges and wish fulfillment.

Ego - concerned with the conscious, the rational, the moral and the self-aware aspect of the mind.

Superego - the censor for the id, which is also responsible for enforcing the moral codes of the ego.

When you are awake, the impulses and desires of the id are suppressed by the superego. Through dreams, you are able to get a glimpse into your unconscious or the id. Because your guards are down during the dream state, your unconscious has the opportunity to act out and express the hidden desires of the id. However, the desires of the id can, at times, be so disturbing and even psychologically harmful that a "censor" comes into play and translates the id's disturbing content into a more acceptable symbolic form. This helps to preserve sleep and prevent you from waking up shocked at the images. As a result, confusing and cryptic dream images occur.

According to Freud, the reason you struggle to remember your dreams, is because the superego is at work. It is doing its job by protecting the conscious mind from the disturbing images and desires conjured by the unconscious."

I think Freud isn't too far off. I believe it's true that everyone represses their deepest thoughts, urges and impulses in order to live in a civilized society.
I daren't confess what my dreams are about. But they always seem to centre around the same people at late. On a lighter note, I managed to dig out this old quote I knew I had written down somewhere (and apparently it is true too). Hope you are all having sweet dreams.

"Did you know that when people appear in your dreams, it's because that person wants to see you."































Friday, 19 March 2010

Further Inspiration

I have no idea what this is. But I love it.


Inspiration



Life is becoming overwhelming today. I am off to get lost somewhere in the back of my mind. Here are some inspiring images to keep going.













Thursday, 18 March 2010