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So a while ago I did my Art History coursework, where I compared depictions of human qualities in comic book superheroes to traditional Christian iconography.

I was really super-lucky to be able to do it on a topic that I feel very strongly about. As you can imagine, there were about a billion other ideas that popped around in my head, like comparing depictions of Satan and comic book villains, but I had to keep it pretty short and focussed, and this video even more so - this talk is very heavily condensed and edited from the original piece!

I’d love to hear your thoughts - are these references deliberately placed by the artist? If so, why?

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maderr:

30secondstocalifornia:

Can we just observe when he says “communicate their feelings and just enjoy each other’s company” what we see is people just staring on their phones. No one is interacting with another person.

Aren’t we mindless zombies already?

I’m seriously tired of the message ‘technology has made us all zombies and we don’t talk to each other anymore’. Yes, there are serious problems. Yes, there is a large amount of room for improvement.

But you know what I did before technology? You know what I did before I had a phone? 

Nothing. When I was in school I brought novels with me every day and I read them. I didn’t talk. I managed to make a few friends and only had fun with them because they forced me to do things that I hated. I don’t like parties and clubs and other stuff, every single bit of that was hell for me, because I like quiet and suck at conversation and places like that were nothing but balls of stress to me. 

If not for technology, I would still be a miserable pile of constant anxiety, afraid to break out of a routine for fear I’d do/say something wrong and stupid. I never talked or socialized and when I did muster up the nerve to speak it was always awkward or too blunt. I became known as a cold-hearted bitch who was mean to everyone, even though what I mostly did was go home and cry and call myself stupid.

Computers changed all of that for me, showed me for the first time that there were people like me. The better tech got, the more I opened up. But I still was pretty alone when not around people I knew, because I’m not a talker, not really. 

Chatting online - chat rooms, emails, lj comms, fanfiction, all of that taught me how to be social. All of that helped me be braver, made me more willing to talk to people anywhere, everywhere. It’s less overwhelming to me now to have to go into a strange room and talk to people. I don’t go deer in the headlights now when someone randomly starts talking to me. 

My phone also helps when I’m being harassed. Back when I didn’t have a phone, if the nutjobs on the bus or in the airport started harassing me, I had no choice but to endure it until it was over or try to say something or just leave and risk whatever the fuck happened next. Now? I always have my phone. I can always call and say ‘talk to me so this person leaves me alone’. I can text someone to come rescue me at the bar. I can fucking call for help at the drop of a dime if I have to. Airports are no longer a terrifying place where I will be stuck for hours with no one to talk to unless I want to risk an uncomfortable, even dangerous, situation.

Technology made me more aware of the problems and challenges that other people face. It showed me a broader world. It’s made me more patient with people, it’s made me more determined to remember that you never know what someone is going through.

If not for technology, I never would have been brave enough to try writing. I doubt I’d be an author right now. I certainly never would have met this crazy chick who was living in Vermont and was just as miserable as me. I never would have emailed her every morning and night and texted all through work and wound up with my best friend and current roommate slash business partner. 

So don’t fucking tell me that technology is turning us into zombies that don’t communicate.

And people don’t just enjoy each other? that’s such bullshit. I was at a concert just a couple days ago. The radio was playing while they waited for the show to start, and Gangnam Style came on. The entire fucking building exploded with people dancing and cheering and laughing and having a good time together for no reason more than we were all amused as fuck that song came on the radio.

I see that kind of thing happen all the time. We’ll randomly be talking about something on someone’s phone at a restaurant and the waiter will chip in because he recognizes it. I’ve shot the shit with so many people over something that was happening on someone’s phone. People I may not have talked to otherwise.

Technology is quite literally one of the main reasons I live a brighter, louder, happier life than I would have otherwise. Like goddamn hell am I a zombie.

I completely agree with this comment.

Technology allows those who previously had no voice to have greater participation in society. And this isn’t just limited to social settings, as described in this awesome comment, but also is becoming more and more applicable on a global scale. 

When governments shut down the internet to prevent people from coming together as one, that alone is a sign of how technology can be a uniting factor. 

Technology is changing the way we learn, transforming the classroom day-by-day. Teachers no longer teach facts - why should they, when facts are a button click away? Instead, they have more time to teach skills such as lateral thinking, structuring arguments, and coherent reasoning, making academia more rewarding and more intellectually stimulating.

Technology is giving people the opportunity to experience things that otherwise they would have no chance to see. I am very lucky to live within walking distance of London’s free museums and galleries. But the majority of people aren’t as privileged as me. Thanks to advances in technology, they can walk through virtual museums and galleries, and see works of art that would be inaccessible to them otherwise.

I’m going to stop there. I could go on listing the benefits of technology, how it’s beginning to make politics more democratic by making information available at our fingertips, how it’s grown into a new plane of creativity for developers and designers, how it allows people to find a place in this ever-expanding world. But it’s not necessary.

There are flaws to technology - like every step forward, something gets lost along the way. 

But I would counter those flaws with this argument.

When urban expansion started escalating rapidly at the start of the 20th Century, people flocked to these new hubs, expecting to be at the centre of mankind. Pretty soon, however, they felt lost in the mass of people, just another meaningless face in the crowd - a sensation called neurasthenia.

Technology is similar to this urban expansion, in that it brings you into contact with a vast number of people very quickly. But it has always seemed to me that technology, unlike the rapid onset of neurasthenia of the 20th Century, doesn’t just bring people together - it allows them to grow together, and form stronger bonds as a result.

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There’s a battle outside, 
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows, 
And rattle your walls, 
For the times they are a-changin’. 

- Bob Dylan

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The last names of British actors are just so awesome. But they give a really poor representation of British names.

Let’s do a little list comparing it to another profession:

Actor: Tom Hiddleston.

Actor: Christopher Eccelston.

Actor: Benedict Cumberbatch.

Politician: Ed Balls.

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Guys. I don’t know whether I’m just being really slow, but if you highlight everything and press Shift + F3, it TURNS IT INTO UPPER CASE. It also works the other way, for when you’ve calmed down. Shift + F3 - the holy grail of word processing.

(Also, for Macs, you highlight the text, right click, go to ‘Transformations’, and then you’re given an option).

You’re so very welcome.

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I’ll try and make a video this weekend or over the next few weeks.

I was thinking of talking about my Art History coursework, which was about comparing superhero images to images from Christianity, like this:

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What do you guys think? Interesting?

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Life’s Waiting Room

You know how, when you make a long text post, you’re never sure whether to put a title or to just jump straight in, so people are wowed by the big philosophical Point B that you get to from Point A, and don’t have it spoiled for them by a giveaway title?

Yeah, spoilers in the title. So if you want to get the big juicy reveal, with none of the meandering crap to burden you down along the way - there you go. Life’s waiting room. 

For all you interested in joining me on the lower road, hello. Hope you’re sitting comfortably. If you’re not, get comfortable. If you can’t get comfortable, then maybe you have bigger things to worry about than reading my tumblr post. 

I finish school in a fortnight. It’s quite a big thing. I mean, it’s not the biggest thing, I’ll still be in education after the summer, but it’s pretty big. 

It doesn’t really feel that different, which is why I’m so apathetic about the whole thing. We’re just told to work hard, so we can make it to the next step of life - in this case, that’s university, but in previous examples it’s been secondary school, or sixth form. 

And just like last time, we’re told that it’ll be so much better once we get to the next step. That it’ll all be worth it.

Hey. Maybe it will. Here’s hoping, am I right? 

Problem is, it hasn’t really been better in the past. And once we’re gone, we’re no longer their problem - so they really have no responsibility to tell the truth when they say things will be more enjoyable next year, or the year after, or the year after. 

It’s not that I’m paranoid - I just feel like the last fifteen years have been spent in one long succession of waiting rooms. 

You know the ones. Nice carpet, comfy sofas, some magazines or books to read on a fancy coffee table, whilst a smart receptionist takes calls in a voice you previously thought only a computer could produce. Those kinds of waiting rooms.

Very enjoyable to stay in, and, depending on why you’re there, you might even prefer to stay in their relative comfort and safety for a while. But eventually, you’ll want to get on to the reason you came, and hurry along to the appointment.

But you don’t. You just sit there. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Which is fine, if the appointment is worth it. 

What if it isn’t?

Really, that’s what scares me. That the smart receptionist will finally call me through to whatever comes next… and there’ll just be another waiting room, with an even smarter receptionist. Maybe this one will splash the cash and supply some complimentary biscuits. Just enough to keep you satisfied for a bit longer, and before you know it you’ve spent another few years waiting instead of living.

So really, what I’m trying to say, if indeed I’ve managed to say anything at all (and honestly, well done to you for reading this far, let’s see how many people unfollow me for not putting a ‘read more’. You should really pat yourselves on the back, go on, you deserve it), is that I’m tired of sitting inside Life’s Waiting Room (I told you there were spoilers in the title). 

And I’m scared that the last fifteen years haven’t just drained away a significant part of my morals, soul, and heart, but that they’ve also irrevocably stolen away part of my life, for nothing more than waiting.

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‘Officers said the suspect was a white woman, aged in her late teens or early 20s and about 5ft 8in tall.’

She’s not white, she’s quite clearly green! She’ll get angry if you say she’s white!

And you wouldn’t like her when she’s angry…

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See what I mean? Quality post = rare reblog.

(Source: fuckin-man-suit, via burningupastartosaygoodbye)

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Oh my god. There’s inter-film rivalry.

Oh my god. There’s inter-film rivalry.

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Hypocrisy, or, Why I frequently can’t deal with the Doctor Who fandom

mirabilelectu:

To illustrate my point, let’s do a little thought experiment, shall we?

It’s simple but a bit arduous, so bear with me here.

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Finally, a well-written post that says exactly what I’ve been grumbling about for a while now.

New tumblr decree: I will break my no-reblog policy on here for posts as good as this one.

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True story time.

This one time, a car on our street almost ran over my eighty-year-old grandmother whilst she was trying to cross the road on her crutches.

The next day my dad sees the car parked at the end of the road.

He takes his chewing gum and sticks a load of it underneath the door handles, and superglues the car doors shut.

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In which I try to make my name, ‘Jack’, cool, and fail.
This is why I don’t talk to people. 

In which I try to make my name, ‘Jack’, cool, and fail.

This is why I don’t talk to people. 

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The Dean of Westminster (and one of my school’s governors) followed me on twitter yesterday.

So I wrote him a little song, to the tune of Dolly Parton’s Jolene:

Oh Dean, Oh Dean,
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
Please just let me leave this bloody school.
Oh Dean, Oh Dean, 
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
I’m sick of people wanting to look cool.

It’s depressing, it’s the sticks,
It’s full of total boring pricks,
Who prance and boast and try too hard and preen.
This place is like a battery farm,
That only seeks our souls to harm,
And I can’t take another day, Oh Dean.

My spirit has been turned to dust,
And all my dreams seem to rust,
When I walk through that gate, Oh Dean.
I know you may not think it’s true,
That this place could make me blue,
But five years is too long in Hell, Oh Dean.

Oh Dean, Oh Dean,
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
Please just let me leave this bloody school.
Oh Dean, Oh Dean, 
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
Please don’t think I’m but another fool.

This time is almost at an end, 
I’ll never come back here again,
But I had to have this talk with you, Oh Dean.
There will be so many more,
Who hate this place, and ask: ‘What for?’
And I hope that you can help them, Oh Dean.

Oh Dean, Oh Dean,
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
Please just let me leave this bloody school.
Oh Dean, Oh Dean, 
Oh Dean, Oh Deeeeaaaan,
It’s like every person is a fucking tool.