Hergest Ridge

Random, recurring thoughts and bits of life from the more ‘interesting’ regions of my consciousness…

Just as some people think they’ll die young, I think that some day, for what ever reason, I’ll need to use very primary survival skills to stay alive. Attribute it to an overactive imagination, the constant global chaos, or an out of character ‘negative’ world view (I think it’s more realistic than anything else), when I learn how to make fire without matches or lighter, I think that the skill will help me survive some day.

After writing a piece, I edit out all unnecessary words. I feel special loathing towards consecutive short words. After forming this method, I read George Orwell’s “Rules for Writers” affirming the act. George also taught me another important point, that of avoiding the use of metaphors, similes, and other figures of speech seen elsewhere. I’ve yet to read any of George’s books, and I feel a tinge of guilt for having gone through so much of my life without doing so.

Dopey and Rudolph - my gerbils - are often referred to as “Mr. Hobbles” and “Monkey”. The names reflect Dopey’s funny walk due to a missing hind leg, and Rudolph’s love for climbing the cage walls.

I see YouTube as Plato’s virtual Academy. Sure, a lot of content on YouTube would classify as the scum of the earth, but if you look in the right places, gems will be found.