Monthly Archive for August, 2003

Lost My Mobile… D’oh!

So we decided not to be apathetic and go on a mini-adventure to Sheffield tonight, to hang out with a bunch of people we don’t know but are pretty darn cool by the sounds of it. Some connection in the spirit I reckon. Well, firstly we borrowed our mates worse for wear car and promptly got lost. Then while trying to find where we were, how to get back on route and trying to tell the sheffield crowd that we were running late my phone was misplaced. Last seen half way through a text message on top of the car. Need to go to the police station tomorrow to report it lost. Then we couldn’t get back on track and resigned to finding a park and praying on top of a hill for the peeps doing their thing in sheffield… their gathering is called Wabi Sabi UK I got to drive in the park, I managed not to stall nevermind crash it… woohoo.

I think we will eat and go have a pint now… mmm, food and beer.

UPDATE:
The phone saga continues… someone found my phone. It is a bit battered, probably because they found it in the street near a major junction. So eventually managed to get through to orange to un-bar the sim-card burt have to wait a few hours before it works again… reconnected now! Think I’m going to claim a new phone on my insurance as it is battered and was already at a place where it would randomly turn itself off. But that means I need to find a way to save all my phone numbers and settings first.

Apathy Sucks

Doesn’t it just?! I was 14 when someone first explained to me what apathy was and since then it has always haunted me. Be it me or the others around me. It’s like a suffocating fog, or a chemical weapon… surrounding us, infecting us, a contagious mind set that kills life. And when people moan about a boring life or a lack of those exciting spontaneous moments… i always wonder why. Was it fear or was it apathy?

Apathy is one of those ironic trappings… so hard to free yourself from because you get to that place where you can’t be bothered to do anything about it… yet so easy, summed up by a few words in the shower today - “if you want to fly matt, go fly!”

Frisbee and Faith

In 2 successive years I have had an injury right at the beginning of the summer that has put me out of serious ultimate playing for the main tour season, and hence hindering my progression in the ultimate scene. My faith it seems has been like that this year; i took a blow at a key time that has left me injured and only now, though tired and out of shape, am i beginning to pick myself up again. Funny, i just played ultimate yesterday and it was a step out of injury and back on to the pitch… woohoo! You’ve got to love these parallels, right?!