Organ Donation…

Now I’m not a raving Tory or Labour stooge, I like to tread the independent line and I just believe democracy is about asking questions, and this is one that came to me…

 I wish that everyone would donate organs when they felt they perhaps didn’t need them, and the government is coming up with practical ideas to make this a reality which all in all is a good thing.
 
Just a point – This wired, oversentimental creature called the family is going to have veto rights on whether on anything can be harvested.
 
So surely there isn’t going to be that much of a change. Currently many who wish to donate and are in a state to do so (i.e. dead) can’t because their families feel it would be far better for his/her pancreas to be used in fertilising a small patch of land, than obeying the deceaseds’ wishes.
 
This I find confusing, the government wishes to bring in this big sweeping and generally uncontroversial reform, but with a caveat to make it a little pointless. Is this going to be a signal of things to come? How will they change anything?

procrastinal musings…

It’s wired you know, the stagnentation of the day…

A weekend that starts off with hope and vigour ends in being coffee and football, interspersed with chocolate brownies.

Procrastination is something I think Physics students specialise in, we don’t do lots of essay’s and deadline stuff. We sleep and save up our energy for a big exam rush…

No point learning it all until then…. so dead lines come as big shocks and we’re all poll-axed by the idea of getting some time in by 4pm or deductions start…

Afterwards though there’s tales of heroic working till 6am and then getting up 2 hours latter to start working again…. then we go to pub and congratulate ourselves and pro-plus. Even though the work we handed in was completed by a braindead idiot who couldn’t get his ass in gear. ‘Yay us!’

Other subjects get a bit of this but not everybloddy  student…

Project ‘n’ Stuff…

Why is my degree better than yours?

 I get to write stuff like ‘Super Fricken Massive Mother Loving Black Holes Yeeeeaaaaaaah’ in marked work a bit like essays but, actually about more real things then may what appear in essays

I kid I kid my honchos, my amigos, my.. my… well probably uninterested passers by. Other subjects and essays are interesting but the point is made. You can’t use Super Massive Black Holes with a straight face if you don’t do physics. The only other people who could get away with it have to be those doing something retarded like media studies… But hey not even there markers read their work sooooooo whoooooooo cares?

Anyway yes we don’t do essays, no no no… we go and use a £200000 camera strapped on to the back of an even more expensive telescope and (well my group) look at M77… other wise known as NGC 1068.

Which is an awesome galaxy with a SUPER MASSIVE thing in the centre causing everything else around it to move really really fast. You can tell from the emission lines, which are spread out as well as being red-shifted. (look it up baby, it’s that damn good).

We then do some calculations and then write about in a report… no fluff just information, equations and reason, and come to the conclusion that there is a super massive black hole in the centre making everything wiz around it.

But still I can’t seem to force myself to write the damn thing . I’m really unsure of myself when it comes to any written project, and 5000 words is just mammoth. I just don’t know whether I’m doing the right thing? – should I be writing about this or not?, should I leave this out? – is this right? – where can I find a reference?

 These questions just overwhelm me and I find it hard to start or do anything, yeah dyslexia and all it’s hang ups suck sometimes : (…

New Year

So what did I do?

First to get over and detox from a rather crazy autum semester The 3rd Student went back to his home city (Bristol) to get over himself.

This was a good move cos he got to reacquainted himself with his crazy school friends. I say crazy because students are all pretty much really polite considered individuals who don’t want to cos offence. Home is different. Most of my friends never left let alone went to University.

It’s…

I can’t really descibe the refreshing feel of seedy pubs and bars and clubs after the monotonous levy of cosmopolitan shite served up for students consumption….

Welllllllll… Christmas came and Christmas went… (9 year old next got a wii and after having them for breakfast helped set it up and the men/lads/kid spent the next few hours playing it while the women got tipsy )

So New Year…

Went to the Beer Keller…

Not somewhere I would natually go to, especially in my student face, but the hard rock metal helped wash out the previous year. There was a low point (every night seems to have them) when I sat on the bench next to the cloak room, and there was a girl there who was there in the same mood as me. We sat a talked/bitched and praised random encounters with random people. She also had 7 tattoos, we danced a bit and then I said good nioght and picked up my brother from a house party (in-between I also had chatted with a busker)…

It was a really good night and puts a smile on me as I think of it, back in Birmingham a million miles away