Internet Justice.

Am I correct in thinking that the internet is a place of complete injustice? Has the 'freedom of speech' stuff just gone way out of hand?

I'm currently invovled in a back and forth with the creator of a Facebook group 'I can now come forward and admit: I have been abused by Michael Jackson'. Now I understand the sentiment, especially on being intimidated about going against the huge legal power Michael Jackson's wealth could bring to bear in court proceedings if he were still alive to do so.

However, the groups itself focusses around Michael Jackson jokes such as 'BREAKING NEWS: Madeline McCann found in Jacko's basement', group officer titles of 'The most abused of them all' and 'Officer of vaginal blood', which in themselves are incredibly childish jokes, but in particular the second one, if we are to believe the stories of Michael Jackson's alledged paedophilia charges, he didn't involve himself with girls.

Furthermore, the discussion I am having with the creator of the group illustrates my point even more, he is attempting to create a facade that it is a true case, however when asked why it is he has not gone through the proper legal processes of putting a claiming against Michael Jackson's estate, which I believe if found authentic he would be entitled to do so, his response was that I made a spelling mistake.

The group has, by myself and by others that I know, been reported to the Facebook admins and hopefully some justice will come out of this, but it leaves me viewing the internet in much the same way as the American 'wild west' era.

I believe something needs to change, liberty and freedom are being abused and there needs to be action to stop it. What that action might be I couldn't say.

Soundtrack to my life. Mobile Reflection 2.

I swear, one day I will catch up with posting these.
This is one that I like from my phone;
I was travelling to London to visit Jess and on the train I was listening to random playlists and I had a realisation.
Backdated from May 09
'Have you ever found yourself considering your life as a music video?
If so, what songs define your present situation? Your future? The journey you're presently embarked upon? You as a whole?
I am currently sat on a train and have my music running through shuffle, and I've had three songs that sparked my imagination, three saw me viewing my life as music videos in three parts.
Firstly there was Jack's Mannequin with 'Spinning';
"...
...
... gah! I just spent the last HOUR looking for a video/making one to specifically to put Spinning up here, but there are no non-live, non-some prig playing it over webcam versions of the song thanks to YouTube's policy on licence agreements. Grr, sorry everyone, shall have to find it yourselves, Spotify has it...
...
..."
I felt this song playing through my situation as I was experiencing it, everything going madly out of control, but managing to be upbeat despite not being able to 'remeber when the earth turned slowly' and also realising that 'I lost my place but I can't stop this story'. This song holds as a reminder of not letting it all crash down on top of me. Also see Swim by Jack's Mannequin.

My second song was from The Postal Service, 'Such Great Heights'.

For Facebook: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMOkfI7wCrI
It highlights something very close to my heart, Jessica. The song talks about being a mirror image, an opposite, of the one you love and how God makes people that way. We are very definitely opposites, we highlight, and cover up all in the same breath each others flaws and weaknesses, we're two sides of the same coin. I could see one of those really cheesey but incredibly lovely montage videos of a couple together. It was my memories of us.

My final song of this particular journey is one that has always held a special place in my heart, ever since I first heard it on MTV2, 'All I Need' by Air;

For Facebook: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqBCOBRcMqc
Today this song feels perfect, particularly with the accompanying video. I'm on a train listening to a song that sounds and feels like a journey, a journey viewed from the third person, utilising muted tones, follow shots, time-lapses, and looking almost stop motion. Taking the video I love so much out of the equation, I can see my own in my mind even now as I re-listen to the track though I highly doubt I could ever do justice to what I am viewing within myself.

So let me finish with this, love your imagination, imagine your music video, visualise it. How does it look for you?
Realise the soundtrack to your life.'

Another sleepless night.

I'm really starting to worry now, these nights are getting more and more frequent. I just want some sleep, I don't want to be spending a day all wiped out again. I need the energy to be able to decide what to do about everything.

Whoever reads this, please pray, I can't take this much longer.

In line with a mobile culture. Mobile Reflection 1.

It's 5am, I haven't slept at all, and am still awake from Saturday, good thing I've not got work today. I thought I'd take this opportunity to fill people in on where I've been these last couple of months, I've not stopped thinking or reflecting and wondering and pondering, I've just not been transposing those thoughts into the aether that is the internet.

I currently am the proud owner of a Nokia 6620 Classic, though why it is called a classic I've no idea as this is the newest model of the 6620 series, anyhow, I digress. One of my favourite features of this phone is that is has an Office package within it that contains a 'Notes' operation. It's rather quite nifty and oh so functional, as one would expect from the Ikea of the phone world.

Why this little spiel on a trivial little matter such as a programme on a phone that is common to almost all phones of this day and age I hear you ask, well, that is because Notes has become my method of immediate capture of spewing thought streams from my all-too-often overactive and easily distracted mind. It works like my own personal blog, within which I alwasy intended to put forth onto the great aether but never quite got round to.

Now I am getting round to it, periodically, starting with two thoughts this morning me thinks.

CONFUSIONS ARISING FROM CHURCH VOL.1
1. Jesus is Lord... God is king... Or is it the other way round? Is saying a 'Lord' prayer, "Lord we come to you now...", and finishing said prayer with "... in Jesus' name" incorrect?
2. When looking at the biggest 'hero' of the new Testament, short of Jesus that is, Paul do we see him as the leader of his journeys? Did Paul lead really Barnabus, his spiritual elder, or did Barnabus lead Paul?

Just things that came up at church one week, many ago.


The second thing I want to put up is a beautiful piece of music, it hit me quite hard when I first listened to it, and it still resonates deep with me now. Enjoy.



God bless all,
Peace.

Pursuit of the Hunted

End Credit Score
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle (at the top go to Controls » Shuffle » By Songs)
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OK?" YOU SAY?
-Kumo- (Mad Capsule Markets)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Centre Aisle (Caedmon's Call)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Dödel Up (Guano Apes)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I'm Sorry (Flyleaf)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
My Will Be A Dead Man (Project 86)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
We Are Broken (Paramore)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Southtown (P.O.D.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
I Came In From The Mountain (Roddy Woomble)

WHAT IS 2+2?
Distortion Sleep (Soilwork)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Full Fat (Newton Faulkner)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
A World Away (Spoken)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
One Year Ago (Lene Marlin)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Empty Me (Jeremy Camp)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Misery Business (Paramore)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Not The Land (Caedmon's Call)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Intro (Girugamesh)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Open Your Eyes (Sum 41)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Revolution DeathSquad (Dragonforce)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Innocent Greed (Guano Apes)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Faint Resemblance (Rise Against)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
We Will Become Silhouettes (The Postal Service)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Welcome To Hell (Sum 41) !!

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Here Of All Places (Tree 63)

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Adonai (Brian "Head" Welch)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
All You Can Ever Learn Is What You Already Know (The Ataris)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Take It Off (Andrew W.K.)

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Enth e Nd (Linkin Park // KutMasta Kurt featuring Motion Man)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Restored (Jeremy Camp)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
How Did I Sleep? (Tree 63)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Take No Rogues (Seth Lakeman)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Pursuit Of The Hunted (Celldweller)

Taken with a bit of class.

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.

1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.