Callum’s musings on the world at large…
I have just discovered (well, been recommended to) a great little cafe in Edinburgh called Urban Angel on Hanover Street. However, a quick search on Google revealed quite another type of “urban angel”, check out www.urban-angel.net.
You can always rely on me to keep you amused… 
I wonder, does the rest of the world share my craving for genuine human connection? Are we all wandering around looking for meaningful human interaction but somehow lacking the communication interfaces to get it? Do we somehow all end up a little too afraid of rejection to be initially open? Do we somehow close ourselves to the potential?
Is the attraction of meeting new people and new partners the unwrapping of their layers of defence? Do we thrive on undressing their defences and revealing their soft, sensetive inner core? Is the defence undressing as strong an attraction as our desire to physically undress? Is it all somehow the same thing? Are we all seeking to be loved?
Or is it just me? Does the depth of our scarring early on control the level of our desire to be loved?
I crashed my car today. It wasn’t serious, I was turning right (we drive on the left in Scotland!) and another car was pulling out past me, the two cars collided. The woman driving jumped out of her car, marched to my car door, opened it and said something like “Are you blind?”. It was somehow so hostile, I clearly hadn’t intended to crash my car today. She calmed down after a few minutes, we exchanged details and went on our way. She was obviously shaken by the whole thing, and perhaps he felt attacked, so she felt the need to defend herself.
Is it somehow a perpetual circle? What goes around comes around? The more we feel aggressive, the more aggression we create? Does love really conquer war? Does Buddha have it right? Is it all about Karma? Does aggressive music and aggressive driving somehow perpetuate it all? Are we all responsible? Should we all take responsibility?
Is that why we take drugs? In the search for a purer state? For a deeper connection? For a more immediate feeling of love? Do we somehow feel that drugs can take us closer to it? Do they, or do they actually do the opposite by somehow falsifying us? do they show us an artificially heightened state? Does it somehow raise our expectations of reality?
Or is it all just bullshit?
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Sent from my Treo
Calling all LPG drivers going to France!
The day before going to France with my LPG car I was furiuosly reading about French LPG Adapters, LPG in France, GPL in France and so on. I was going to buy a UK - France adapter, but didn’t have time to order one from the internet before leaving. I tried getting one near the border, but again, no luck.
However, every GPL (they call it GPL in France) station we went to but one, had the adapaters available for loan, as long as they were open. We found most on the major motorways were 24h, but some of the smaller ones tended to have 24h petrol pumps and 8-8 gas. Generally, I’d estimate that we noticed about 20% of petrol stations had LPG.
For a complete list of all LPG stations in France, visit: http://stations.gpl.online.fr/ - they have great downloads if you use Auto Route or other mapping software, possibly a purchase in the wings for my next trip…
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It’s just hit me, why would an English speaking person choose to do online business in the UK when they could just as easily do business in the US? The market’s gotta be at least 10 times bigger.
Likewise closer to home, why would a company choose to restrict itself to Scotland, when the English market is 10 times bigger? What’s going on in this country? It’s insane.
So, I’ve got to start doing business in England, live there for a while, learn the culture a bit better, London here I come… After that, I’ve just gotta go to the US. New York for a couple of years, it’s just gotta happen, it would be ridiculous to ignore such a massive opportunity.
Wow, all that on a calm Saturday morning, it’s time to move, this city is too small, this country is too small, great place to live, too small a place to work.
For a few years now I’ve been considering the balance between sharing a flat, as most students do, and living alone, as young professionals tend to. I’m sure there’s an in-between option, combining the personal space and independence of your own flat and the communal living of a shared space.
It struck me tonight that the solution could be to have individual, self contained, single bedroom flats that share a communal living space. The individual flats could be owned, mortgaged and sold as usual, with the added benefit of a shared living room. Each flat could have its own bedroom, toilet, and kitchen / living room and have a lockable door into a central living room. The shared living room could have a large screen TV, sofas, seats, a dining table, a small kitchenette, a toilet and so on.
All the benefits of having your own flat, your own front door, your own space, you’d never have to see your neighbours if you didn’t want to, combined with the central, shared living space that’s so great about sharing a flat. It’d be great for having dinner parties, you’d have a huge living room to use, all the benefits of watching telly with other people, talking about work, effectively living with people independently.
Any architects out there? Any space planners? Everyone’s thoughts welcome…
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