Month: September 2012

Free falling.

Is there something that you really want to do, but you really don’t want to do it?  You see, I want to sky dive. I really want to do it, but I really don’t want to.     That doesn’t make sense you say? Well let me try to explain the internal struggle I am having regarding this.  I hate heights, but in a particular way. I like looking out at pretty views from the tops of castles and buildings and I can stand to climb ladders at work. But as soon as I can look down or directly underneath me and see how high I am, I freak out. Take going up the Eiffel Tower. Beautiful views looking out, but as soon as I go near the edge, OH NO! Take me working on ladders at work. There I am, pottering away perfectly fine doing what ever has taken me to face the retched beast, and I stupidly look down. I go shaky, and have to climb down before I can brave it again …

Let’s read this world.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. – St Augustine There are still many pages I want to read of this wonderful book. To name just a few: New York, the Maldives, Rio de Janeiro, Scandinavia, the Greek Islands, Nepal, Ireland, Prague etc etc.

Venetian Tales

Imagine it is six degrees and there is a thick layer of fog hanging over the blue-green water.It’s mystical and eerily beautiful to see the old buildings appear out of nowhere as you make you way towards San Marco by boat. In the dead of winter, this was my Venetian experience. A group of friends and I were only there for a day, so we first did the one thing we all desperately wanted to do, a gondola ride of course. Six of us crammed into the traditional boat, which was punted by a lovely fellow called Giovanni (I’m not making that up). Although refusing to sing for us, he took us through little side canals so narrow you could touch the walls of the houses as you went by. We then made our way out onto the Grand Canal, a wonderful expanse of water teaming activity even on this chilly day. It afforded beautiful views of the gorgeous old buildings that make up Venice. I should also mention, we had a couple of bottles of …

Grammar: the difference between knowing your s**t and knowing you’re s**t.

If there is one thing that really irks me, it’s bad grammar. Now I am not going to pretend I am Miss Perfect here, we all make mistakes and I’ve certainly had my slip-ups. But not every single time I write something. At university, it is something that is drilled into you every day, spelling and grammar matters. However, it’s everyday actions that are concerning me. Grammar and spelling is something that immediately tells the recipient of your email/text message/tweet/status/blog post the commitment you have to preserving our language. And let’s be honest, if I see someone post ‘so exctd for tomoro! Its gona rock!’ (Yes, sadly that is a real world example), my opinion of them is immediately lowered. I’m sorry, that may seem judgmental, but that’s just how I feel. I value language, and I value the intelligence to use it correctly. Common infractions we should have learnt in primary school include: Two, to and too. There is a difference. Its and it’s. Once again, a big difference. Their, there and they’re. What do …

In the age of social media, I’ve never felt more antisocial.

Last week, I spent an enjoyable week catching up with friends having brunches, lunches, tea times and dinners. But I’ve noticed that a nasty habit on my part has emerged. My phone sat on the table next to me for the duration of every meal and drinks session, within easy reach for access to Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. It is well-known that we are in the midst of a social media revolution. There is now a demand for information right here right now, which is dominating shifts in social behaviour. But the problem I now realise is that communicating with people via these sites and apps is replacing communicating with them face to face. And what’s worse is that it happens when there are friends sitting right in front of me. For example, take the dinner I had with my two good friends I went through uni with. All three of our phones sat on the table, making it even more cluttered and requiring Tetris-like skills to fit our tapas plates. While we could say …