Clarity is never looking back.

In response to:"It's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again..."

2007-03-02T01:55:16+01:00

Thanks Lydia,

Yeah... it kinda makes you feel less centred on yourself trawling through blogs doesn't it. That actually everyone else is just the same as you. And there's a little bit of Dear Diary about it too, except you have that audience to comment on what you saying. Ground you when you float too high and pick you up when you fall.

Thanks for stopping by ... I'm off for a browse myself now so I'll start with your very own musings.

Si.

In response to:"It's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again..."

2007-03-01T22:54:05+01:00

i'm like that, that's why i'm on tonight. I spose it's just kewl to be able to read how other people are feeling and stuff. Don't worry, i am always moaning at my blog. and tbh, with you, i didn't see it as moaning. You've got to have somewhere you can let things out.
Lydia xx

In response to:"It's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again..."

2007-02-14T02:21:40+01:00

I was a bit self conscious about the last entry because I was defintely playing the violin to myself a bit there. You've eased my self-consciouness. Thanks for that.

I really liked your honest and raw blog entry today by the way. Left you a comment. Speaking of anger there's a desperate rage in that song I quoted in my lasy blog entry. An almost hopeless rage at the inevitable that keeps reappearing in the Cure's work. Shiver and Shake off the Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me album I've always found to be a great song for those moments when you want to smash everything in sight. The lyrics and voice are spot on.

Thanks again for notching my confidence up a bit

In response to:"It's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again..."

2007-02-13T21:49:27+01:00

It's always good to be self pitying occasionally. I think I proved that in my latest blog. And anyway, that's what blogs are for. Thanks for your compliment on mine! I like your writing. You're right, it is nice to read random blogs and thoughts.

In response to:The Silence of the Turkeys

2007-02-12T11:11:14+01:00

Not at all: it's much more logical than those soft-hearted people (some of my family spring to mind) who say "How can Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall (for instance) kill the animals he has looked after for months?", and then go on to eat cheap poultry from who knows where - or Brazilian beef.

In response to:The Silence of the Turkeys

2007-02-12T00:03:26+01:00

When I was a secondary school kid I went to a school that ran a small farm and used it to educate its children. R.E.S it was called - Rural and Environmental Studies. Taught by a Mr Field in an amusing coincidence. It was a fairly blunt affair - there was no hiding what happened to the lambs in spring (gathering nuts in May really does have different connotations for me!), the white and piebald rabbits, or the Turkeys at Christmas. In fact some of the older children even got involved in the slaughter I seem to recall although I didn't. I did pluck them though - a lesson in plucking turkeys. Imagine that.

The things is, you know what's strange? Understanding what happened to those cute bunnies, or the Turkeys while certainly much more up close and personal didn't appall or make me feel somehow aggrieved in the way that the idea of the Turkey farm does, or the thought of those cows in the abbatoir. There's something about the factory approach that just doesn't sit right with me. The very fact its comparatively so cold and impersonal.

I think if you asked many people who eat meat whether they'd be willing to kill the animal themselves they would shudder. Is it odd that I'd much rather?

In response to:The Silence of the Turkeys

2007-02-06T10:54:02+01:00

I agree entirely. I assume gassing with argon is done to save the dispatchers having to take extra precautions - it must feel like drowning to the birds I imagine. But hey, they are only 120,000 bits of disposable underage meat - not sentient creatures.

Factory farming is the reason I only eat meat sometimes - I save up to buy humanely reared meat from England and avoid supermarket cheap cuts as far as possible.

I read yesterday that vaccination against bird flu - which only becomes effective at 7 weeks - will always be pointless, as most chickens are slaughtered at 8 weeks. No wonder the poor things stagger about on weak legs as they try to cope with sudden weight gain. Ugh.

You can read more ghastly details here: I wonder how many of the welfare provisions were used - 0 perhaps?