Agggh!

What is with the human race’s obsession with purposely stressing ourselves out?!  We all live in these silly little worlds where these human created systems jerk values of things up and down, resulting in more work and more number fluctuation.  Systems like businesses, inflation, education scoring, housing rates.  I understand that the value of money has to change because it’s connected to this massive industrial web of chain reactions.  It’s just that these these systems seems incredibly unnatural.  Then again, I suppose if you think about nature’s systems, survival of the fittest, natural selection… perhaps it does bare more naturalistic similarities than I had first thought.  The whole shifting number pattern thing is just a bit different.

Where did this weird human developed system come from?  Who created it?  I guess at some stage someone must have said:

“Well, I have some beans, let’s sell them! Increasing the price by 10% during the winter to make up for the lack of stock. Oooh Yes!”

During our currency’s early days did it shift value?  Was it affected by the money thieving bast….ille that is inflation?  The most frequent cause of inflation in today’s time is oil and gasoline because of their implementation, their use, in just about bloody everything.  What was the first ‘oil’ and ‘gasoline’ when money was first invented that shifted everything around enough that they decided they were going to make money change in worth.  In the beginning, which resource was the major player in modifying our money system? Was it wood? Coal?

“Right, we’re going to change the value of money to make allowance for the fact that there’s a shortage of lumberjacks.”

Enough about the system, the important thing is it’s effecting the quality of all of our lives. Most people probably have it in their minds that when they’re finally able to catch up with their workload they’ll be able to have some time to themselves.  Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work out this way, it’s a never ending workload that will never end until we die.  We have to break free for a bit, do things we like doing, be creative.  Finally get to clear your mind from all of this staleness.  I got home this afternoon and just had so much on my to-do list, things that schools and the education system like to throw down on us. *Yeah, try and guess that, it’s a hard one. Begins with ‘home’, ends with ‘work’* It seems that there’s just so little time to prepare anything at this moment in my life.  In media production my group is trying to leap ahead and get filming before we’ve finalized our costumes and scripts.  Planning for the assembly every fortnight seems to be non-existent.  Because the time schedule, just like the ‘NeWs!’ series I produced last year, makes it hard to frequently make creative content and keep everyone interested.  You’ve just finished one assembly and you’re already having to plan and think stuff up for the next the moment it’s over.  Then you sprinkle in homework from all of the subjects, add a online series called Vlog my Blog that is shown every week, screenplays to write for upcoming film competitions, DVD’s to finalize for last years school leavers, video to produce for the school’s triathlon, procrastination to take place and scripts to learn for live performances at the school’s open day…  It’s quite frankly all out bananas.

How crazy is your life at the moment? Lots going on, hardly any time to relax and take a break?  Yeah, watching YouTube and TV is nice, but only really when you have NOTHING AT ALL to do.  Because if you’re procrastinating when the TV show or video stops you’ll feel like rubbish, and click on another video or watch another TV show to take your mind off how rubbish you feel about procrastinating, therefore your system of procrastination repeats itself.

Let me know in the comments below if you’re stuck in a system.  A crazy restless system.

Hello there! How’s it going people? Did you find many egg-shaped chocolate bars?

Of course this is in reference to the Easter that hopped along last Sunday, bringing with it sugar and fats that make dentists worldwide start packing their dental apocalypse survival kits.  Funnily enough, the backbone of this post is not to do with the really weird story line behind Easter…

Easter, and Christmas, are both rather sick.  They’re festivals and celebrations that have been distorted and warped due to the early Roman civilizations’ obsession with converting the masses to their religion.  Because of this Pagan celebrations were often adopted into the religion to help keep everyone happy.

This has resulted the Easter Bunny and Chocolate Eggs being caught up in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.  It also has resulted in misconception about Jesus’s birthday, there’s a lot of evidence stating that he wasn’t actually born on the 25th of December.  So, yes, that’s comforting to know that we are being taught something in school that isn’t actually confirmed.  Guess there’s a lot of that going on though.

But of course, as the title of this post clearly states, this post is not about some ludicrous confusing religious banter.  This is about Bilbies VS Rabbits.

I was told the other day that teachers in Australian schools are now pushing to teach about the Easter Bilby.  That’s right, no longer is the Easter Bunny king of the hole…. uh…. he’s being pushed aside by a native Australian animal.  Australian conservationists are arguing that our brilliant bilbies are becoming endangered due to the ruthless rabbits.  Ever since they were introduced to Australia, rabbits have been destroying the natural habitats of bilbies, and therefore the push to remove the Easter Bunny from the foil wrap. Rabbits are pests, and they’re breeding like… well, rabbits.

But you want to know my opinion about the whole Bilby VS Rabbits thing?

I personally don’t see what all the fuss is about, at the moment chocolate confectionery is working in favour of the bilbies.  When you buy a chocolate Easter Bunny you’re essentially promoting violence towards rabbits, you’re eating the rabbit, head first most often.  Every year millions of people all over the world are slaughtering millions of chocolate rabbits by the mouthful.  If anything it shows that we respect the bilby more, enough not to turn it into an edible symbol.

“Rabbits, yeah, pests, let’s make edible versions that we can crush into pieces with our teeth.”

It gives the whole family, even the little ones, a chance to fight rabbits in their own homes.  I would have thought by NOT eating chocolate bilbies we would be promoting ‘anti-bilby violence’ (As in… “Less Violence Towards Bilbies”).  Turns out the real reason they’re pushing to sell chocolate bilbies though is that a portion of the money from the purchase goes towards helping bilbies. Naww.

In that case, I’ll be definitely helping you eat bilbies.  I’ll be helping bilbies, by eating bilbies.

That’s logical.

Well hope you had a great Easter, promoting violence against rabbits and eggs… I wonder how chickens feel about us making chocolate reproductions of their unborn children for consumption.

Hmmm… anyhow hope you enjoyed this weeks post! See you again next week!

Ben,

Despite the fact this post’s title is written in a way probably susceptible to having ‘meaning,’ it’s actually very literal.  Vision as in actual sight, it’s not to do with what I believe the future will be like, though since we’re on the topic I think it will be very, very tech filled.

I started thinking about this awhile ago, to do with the vision we have as kids and how it develops as we get older.  This idea was reimbursed with ‘juice’ last week on the bus ride home when I completely lost my peripheral vision.  It’s back now, I can see, but it was incredibly strange, I’ve never experienced anything like it before.  The ironic thing is that on this very day we’d actually had an inspirational blind guitarist come by our school as a guest speaker. His name is Lorin Nicholson, and he told us about how he’d overcome the challenges of being blind, but I’m straying slightly off topic.

Back to my vision, not my admissions, vision! Eyesight!  I was sitting on the bus when I noticed that my vision had turned funny, you know how normally when you look at a bright light the image gets implanted into your eyes? At first I thought it was just that, I’d looked out the window, turned away then was waiting for my vision to come back.  But it didn’t, and I soon noticed that it was different, when I looked at someone I couldn’t see their face clearly, imagine pouring streaks of PVA glue across your computer monitor.  These weird patches in my eyesight that were gone.

Within a few minutes it changed even more, quickly my peripheral vision on the left side of my face completely vanished.  It didn’t go black like when you close your eyes, it was strange, it was just blurry beyond recognition.  I held my hand at the side of my face and waved it around and I couldn’t see it, it was the weirdest thing, I have never experienced anything like it before… or have I?

This is where the talk about childhood that I briefly mentioned earlier comes into it. “to do with the vision we have as kids and how it develops as we get older”

How well do you remember your childhood? Because the reason it may feel magic, different, is because the way you once experienced this world, is different to the way you experience it now.  A teacher at my school said that we fully develop our peripheral vision at around the age of 7… though I haven’t been able to clarify this information online, the resources I came across told another story… Anyhow, vision is one way we perceive our world, our vision develops from the moment we’re born, followed by our peripheral vision, then we can see rough shapes.  We see the world in a different light, if our vision was different we would experience this entire world completely differently.

If you’re sitting in a dark gloomy blue-coloured room, it will directly affect your experience, your emotions, completely differently than if you were sitting in a bright warm coloured room.  In fact one of the reasons I warm up the scene in ‘Vlog my Blog’ is to make it feel more comfortable, to make it a more happy experience… though some could argue that isn’t working.

Well, I’m tired.

I think I’m going to have a nap. With my eyes closed…

Ben,