Thursday, 26 March 2009

a sad and moving read

about a lady who's son has autism, and upon reaching adulthood became violent and dangerous, and how she, as a mother, has had to deal with it.

hopefully by next week i will have something upbeat on here...

head meets desk

what the hell kind of stupid place do i live in anyway?

besides the impending closure of fairbridge, the most awesomely successful youth project i have ever seen, what the goddam bum ass kind of rubbish is this?

pink lights being used to embarrass teenagers out of places that they hang around that they shouldn't hang around in. what the ey? here's the linketh: BEEB NOOZ

apparently these pink lights highlight imperfections in the skin, and give kids a pinkish tint, which they are hoping boys will find effeminate and therefore bad.

1. er, no.

2. just no

3. 'pink = girly = maybe homosexual = bad' and to be avoided does not equal 'helpful message' trying to keep lads away from things that are pink is just stupid and does nothing to challenge the idea that looking at all gay or feminine (or indeed, refusing to conform to a set of rules for acceptable masculinity) is something that is somehow less than.

4. why would local councils want to highlight medical/physical problems that so many people have and are probably already ashamed enough of in order to get them to conform? i dont even know where to start but i think most people at some point in their day are presented with a barrage of images of perfect skin, constantly reminding them that 'this is the goal, you are far from it' -- and then to have your local council install lights in order to highlight spots? srsly. i'd be all for going down to the local council and bodysnarking their decision makers, if i didn't think it was goddam rude and inappropriate, dehumanising and ultimately crap for everyone who has to put up with the huge negative self image problems perpetuated in this country. rraagh!!!

5. what happened to other approaches, such as defining reasonable spaces for young people to meet up, which are accessible, available and safe? or perhaps *talking* to the groups of young uns meeting up with their friends?

here's a couple of just as ranty posts: here and here

babies

the average age of first sexual encounter is now 14.3 years old.

70% of girls were coerced in some way in their first sexual experience, i don't know the figure for boys.

a lot more pregnancies than i thought end in abortion, which is more likely the younger the mum to be.

3rd trimester ladies shouldn't lie flat on their backs

sit ups too soon after birth mess up the shape of tummies and can lead to muscle damage

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

today i heard some bad news, i knew news was coming for some time, but i didn't know what sort of news it would be. it was bad news. i'm in a bit of a numb feeling disappointed, angry, sad mood, i never was that great with words, but i dont think there is one for this. for some reason, i now feel i should post the lyrics to 99 red balloons, because it just seems right to do...

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.

99 red balloons.
floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.

99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenier.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

Monday, 23 March 2009

things i'd like to do

* buy some rollorblades
* skate around on them without looking like a tit
* get some clay
* make sculptures of stuff
* sketch more stuff, and get good at it
* learn my way around swansea
* walk around lots in the sun
* get strong arms n legs again
* work more
* spend more time in the great outdoors
* have blonde hair again
* spend loads of time on the beach this summer
* plan trips to see people again, but make a better plan this time
* get a steamer (of vegetables)

chillehs