only a facade

Bonjour! Je suis Francais pour trois semaines en Juillets, but it is still June so normal language resumes...

Currently very few people live their lives. People live through mobile phones or Internet/email. Very few of us live and experience our own lives anymore. Communication ability levels are overtaking ourselves. People do not stop and give themselves time to think, they are too busy communicating to someone else who is elsewhere.

Portishead - sour times (click)

I am content. I know that, essentially, humans are just minds. Each mind has a physical body representing it. This body only provides a facade that only lives for a certain age. Our minds can live forever, as souls. Souls of lost ones, do not live actively, however human minds can leave a legacy forever.

Splints memory of splint faith  - Guitar fingers

I type the above note, signifying how fortunate I am that I have always had faith in splints. Before my accident I would regularly find myself creating various 'homemade splints' (made of elastic bands etc). I would wear these overnight, with effect. I may have been practicing a stretch of fingers that was needed when playing the guitar. Although I'm a seriously more problematic situation, now, I have always had faith to call on.

Is gravitational pull, the only  truly 'sustainable resource'?

An issue that I have only just found myself pondering. I really do not know the answer. Many 'sustainable' power resources, are reliant on 'something else'. Solar power is nothing without the sun. Wind power is nothing without the wind. Hydro-electric power is nothing without water. Humans need all three to exist, but gravitational attraction happens anywhere in the universe, requiring just two objects of any kind...? This attraction can be interpreted and used as a force. This force must be able to be used as a source of energy... No?

I remember living life, setting imaginary goals and targets which i would plan to reach in later life. It does scare me when I realise how much of 'my future', I had planned. This designing was for nothing? NO, it has made me who i am. You cannot design life!

I am at a cafe, at the bar, although unusual today. No espresso this time, cranberry juice instead. I feel strange doing this, but then...

WTF!?!

'Chai latte iced with skimmed milk!’

The next person orders the above creation. This isn’t the first time I have heard of such, but c’mon what is this? In ‘a cafe’? It is not a zoo!

I despair and then tell myself off, for feeling such a reaction!
(i apologise if the language used, causes offence. Unintentional)

mmmmmm mmmmmmmm ;)

Ok, it is that time of year again, when I thrust you a load of screen-grabs of the cycling!

Briton Chris Froome, won Dauphine Libere, ahead of Teejay Van Garderen

 Fellow Brit, Steve Cummings broke clear, on the final stage

The Tour de Suisse, features the mighty, fearsome Gotthard Pass

Please excuse me but I am excited. Hell froze over, and I admit that I fell out of love with my sport, a bit. I found that this year's tour promises to be one of the most exciting in my lifetime. Why? No individual time trials!!!! The Alpe D'Huez (my mountain), on penultimate day! I  have put money on the race (for the first time ever)! Nairo Quintana (Colombian super climber), and a lesser known rider, that I shan't reveal!

Le Tour warm-up

I actually type this post early in the week, as I am free today (Wednesday), less so on Friday. I blush with embarrassment as I admit to using a cafe on High Street Kensington, drinking a cappuccino, eating a tiramisu!!! When in Rome...

:p

;)

I am so unbelievably grateful of this blog. I need to believe that I will reach happiness. This blog (along with my notes, stored on my mobile phone), proves to me that people do listen to, and comprehend my thoughts, worldwide. I spend a ridiculously large amount of time with coffee, and very little (if any) time, socially with other humans. I do feel down occasionally (everyone does), but then I feel cross with myself, reminding  myself of just how lucky I am. I would not wish any of my experiences on anyone. I am very proud of myself, no-one else can attempt to understand.

someone got a ‘preview’!!!

First time ever (honest). I wrote the above note on Saturday. I then bumped into her in the afternoon, and I wanted to check it with her. Was I being too deep/cryptic? I read it and was successfully praised.  I needed her affirmation as these thoughts were/are troubling me. Thank you Kelly.

I reach the end of the pavement, awaiting to cross the road. A car approaches...

The car has stopped, and is waving me across.

'No!!! For crying out loud!'

I get mighty stressed, by this situation. It is just an everyday issue, that EVERYONE negotiates. People have to wait for cars! It offends me dearly that I am not considered 'a person'.

I communicate what I want to communicate, on my blog. My mind has a lot of other stuff in it, that I don't want to share. I am not 100%! No-one is.

The above sentences are similar to my second note, although not 'previewed'. It is simple, and makes sense. No explanation needed.

Slate.com - 

The Colour and the Shape was the Foo Fighters’ second album, and the one that silenced notions of the band being a flash in the pan riding on Dave Grohl’s name. It’s now considered one of the best rock records of the ’90s, but it still has its undiscovered pleasures—like this rarely heard, deeply satisfying cover of Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street,” which was a B-side to hit single “My Hero.”

I searched unsuccessfully, attempting to find this MP3. Not on ITunes, or Spotify.  I am sooo happy that I bought the rare cd, when released! 

I am sorry to hear the unfortunate news of Mr Grohl's injury. Get Well Soon ;)

Another extract from my Kindle...

Christian Larsson - 'Your forces and how to use them'

ieye

Guilt

Chocolate is wonderful.

Chocolate is best received as a gift... I cannot buy it myself without feeling guilty. However I also feel guilty if I do not accept a gift! Therefore...ahem?...

;) 

On the way home, the other day, and I found myself behind a group of school children on the pavement. Two boys with two girls. The two males had a football, of which all four were throwing around. The boys then started kicking, passing it to each other. They found themselves dropping behind the girls. One girl found herself about thirty metres ahead, all faced forwards. She would turn out to be the target, of a ‘beautiful, floated football pass' from the final boy who was level with me. I was amazed as the ball landed perfectly on her head. Unfortunately she did not react as positively as Oliver Giroud may! She turned round, yelling and wearing a face of furious anger. The boy (whom I actually wanted to congratulate due to his fine shot) had to be wearing a face of terror and despair. As she ran at him, I attempted to calm her, defending him, by exclaiming...

'It was an accident!!!'

I don't think she paid attention. I sincerely hope the boy survived.

Muse - ‘Psycho’

or click here

The new Muse album is almighty. The band have always enjoyed using manic acapellas. This album is enhanced by the yelling of a military officer in training.

If you are in the correct mood for Muse, this is a sensational album!… Just when you think they cannot out perform themselves, take a listen… ;)

best ever…?

some fun...

IBall

 ieye

Ieye - millennium wheel sponsored by Apple

Another note regarding Music. I have found large success, riding my gym bike whilst listening to the new Prodigy album. Max power output from the word go!!!! I now ride naturally at a 50/50 power output of both legs (initially impossible for me). I ride for 20mins a day. I knacker myself, but this is totally out of choice!

Extra-wide load

I travel along by the river, where the path narrows towards the end. I am used to living in a wheelchair, but i still get disappointed, but grateful, when i see EVERYONE make way for me! Earlier in the week I was on such path, having passed three mothers, with buggies and children, on separate occasions. All gave me way, so i passed thanking them. The path then reaches it’s narrow section, and fortunately miss a big accident, myself. There are barriers to my left, and a wall on the right, very little space. I would have waited, but had little option, or space to use. This vehicle was a human walking at speed. The sheer size of this panicked me. Basic Physics:

Force = Mass x Acceleration

I was sooo lucky to avoid her. She was walking at such speed, with such weight...

Riverside Cafe, South Kingston

UP & down...

Compact disc sleeve...

Lifelong hero...

another...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZRkFucfZH4&list=PLYfkWTRzO5tgGJhH9xM2dWMFq9aBp1f5g

Live at Sin-E

Hmmm. I have had an up and down week, regarding work and employment. A project that I completed last week, finally printed and appreciated well. I am fairly proud of it. I attended an informal interview for another 'Graphic Design job', at the end of last week. I initially thought positively, however I was incorrect. On the weekend, I spoke to a friend who is working in design, as she was feeling despair, that I now understand.

Designers are taught to think independently. The idea is to be creative but you must have realistic restrictions. Restrictions are sometimes incomprehensible.

Surbiton

Change of topic. I admit to the foolish mistake of being lazy whilst shaving my face, but not knowing it. Previously, I used to get out from the shower in the mornings, then shave my wet face. No problem? The mirror might have been a little steamed up, but it soon corrected itself. I used to think that I shaved myself well. I received no comments, but the fact is that I should wear glasses! Now I know!

Need glasses for shaving!

hehehe

I am independent. I have battled through hospitals, and rehabilitation homes, to gain independence. I can live alone, I know that some people cannot. This is good, right?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

My mind is soooo deep with thoughts, some are deep philosophical complexes, others are relatively shallow. I am grateful of this blog as it allows me to share my thoughts, so that I am not keeping them unheard.

I finish with a joyous note. I was in a fairly busy cafe bar yesterday, when the woman on the next table, held a juice bottle in her hand, a lid too tight, turned to me and...

She asked ME for help!! :)

As i opened the bottle for her, i realised that it may have been the first time of my life in a wheelchair, that I had been approached, asked for help physically! It was fairly tight, but nothing that a 'determined Patrick' would let defeat him! I guess a wheelchair 'labels' you, most but not everyone uses this as a process of elimination (nor should they), when selecting aides!

incase you missed it... ;)

 a walk in the park