My week's first note is a self-reminder, aimed at myself.
On my phone, i noted to myself,
"I am too strong mentally (maybe over-trained?) to get depressed by girls/relationships/lack of. Chances pass me by, which is a depressing fact, but as ever I fall back on my 'get out clause' ('I am lucky to be experiencing anything at all, so everything is a positive'). Everyone, everyone, EVERYONE must accept that you cannot strictly direct the path of our own fate. We can help give it a rough direction, but cannot direct it accurately.
Fate works in mysterious ways. Accidents, work, tasks. Life. Let it happen. We cannot accurately design EVERYTHING.'
When one is faced with a problem/difficulty, it becomes easier to focus on positives, as everything is equal. In doing such, we find how best to tackle the problem, or even solve it.
My little chance at promoting some music, this week, follows the recent release of 'Under Mountains'. A fine debut album from Scottish singer/songwriter Rachel Sermanni.
Rachel Sermanni - Breathe Easy
OK, two more notes. One positive, one about fairly sad, depressing affairs. I will finish on a high, so the next note....'Lance Armstrong'.
As close friends will know, I have always been highly suspicious of the extreme success of the American. After finally having my suspicions proved correct, far too late, but proved, I have been forced to readjust my whole view on all professional sport. I fell in love with the Tour de France in 1997, the following year, Arsenal win the double, France win the World Cup, I turn 14 years old, and one of my cycling heroes, Marco Pantani, wins both the Giro D'Italia, and Tour de France. The biggest race is scarred by 'the Festina affair'. I am a sport loving teenager, and yet it seems that in order for professionals to win, they have to cheat. But, therefore is it ok to cheat? I learn of cheating in other sports, athletics, swimming, tennis. My 'other sport', football? I am suspicious of the way France win the world cup, and Wenger's success at Arsenal. Nothing has been proved or even found, I remain silent. I think, if it is possible for people to cheat, why just 'cycling'? Personally, two cycling heroes, David Millar and Ivan Basso, both fail drugs controls by mid-decade. I still have a ridiculous passion for the sport. It is being won by a Texan, on a US team, constantly, but he hasn't failed any tests, therefore he is innocent. He has won the Tour SEVEN times, crazy. He must be on drugs. Innocent until proven guilty. He has never failed a test, so therefore he is clean. Hmmmm. But surely?...... No, innocent. But..
He wins finally in 2005. He has been successful for the previous 7 years. The following year is 2006, it is marred by the drugs scandal involving Flloyd Landis. Following years are won by Alberto Contador. Both riders had been team-mates of Lance Armstrong, and both have now been found as cheating drug users. Last year's victor, is former Mountain Bike legend, Cadel Evans, and the success of Bradley Wiggins in 2012, has restored my faith in 'my sport'.
Wise words. Bradley explains his reasoning behind a 'clean sport':
I finish, by sharing with you, the joy of my new toy! 'But what?' I hear you all impatiently ask.
The answer...
Just when I thought I had enough coffee devices, I discover a Bialetti coffee processor, designed for an induction hob. I was feeling slightly sorry for myself, carrying an injured face, found this very sexy coffee machine. Yes, making coffee can be 'sexy'. Bought it was. I have noted that if making a good cup of coffee, is sexy, then, grinding your own coffee beans is just prolonging this 'sexy' process. So if having a good cup of coffee is sex, grinding the beans is FP!
Right, sorry. Erm, off on a tangent there........... oh well.......................
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