So, voting.

I think this is a thing I should blog about, because surely everyone in the UK who has a blog is blogging about it?

I’ve found the last few weeks deeply frustrating, because I try to maintain a policy of not fighting with people on the internet (specifically on Facebook), because I am not very good at arguing and I feel I would devalue my argument by trying to reduce it to “comment” length. The reason I have been frustrated can be put into four simple letters:

UKIP

I did not choose to vote UKIP during this European Parliament election, but I certainly didn’t  make that choice on the basis of the LITERALLY THOUSANDS of posts which turned up on my Facebook feed telling me not to. I made that choice on the basis of reading policies and making judgments, the way I genuinely feel everyone should make their voting choices. If Facebook must have a say, I’d prefer it to be my friends sharing who they ARE going to vote for, but only a small handful of my friends managed that.

Which brings me to my next point. People don’t think very hard about what they share on Facebook, they see something, have a reaction, and share that reaction. A person on my Facebook recently shared an image slamming halal slaughter (which was just a thinly veiled cry of Islamophobia). When she was questioned on her sharing of the image she fought for a while about the sanctity of  “her opinion”, and then took it down. The reason for this, I have no doubt is because she realised that she
a) actually had no idea about the subject of halal slaughter and the real facts
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b) had shared an image from a crazy fundamentalist organisation.

And that’s all very well, except that she didn’t know before she shared it, and she did it anyway. Which tarnishes my image of her, but more worryingly shows how many people have strong opinions based on their own sheer lack of knowledge. Social media is then not doing them any good, because when people insistently share only negative media (see my issues with UKIP articles above) then stupid people who don’t learn and just opine are only exposed to these views. Which in turn makes them into vocal extremists with no real understanding at all.

This brings me to my most controversial statement of this blog post. I don’t think these people are people who should be voting.

 

Now then, before I am lynched, I know that what I’m saying goes against many of my own fundamental beliefs, and I’m still working hard to resolve that on a personal level. However, I can’t deny that when Facebook binged this morning, and cheerfully reminded me to vote, I had another pang of annoyance. I feel that members of the community who don’t think for themselves are not doing us any good, and I also feel that we would have a far more sensible and mutually beneficial political system if we worked via a meritocracy, allowing the people who know best to do the thinking.

I don’t suggest this is workable, and I am a huge proponent of democracy, but today, as my friends chirpily pat themselves on the virtual back via tweets and statuses for voting, I can’t help but feel that a whole lot of them maybe shouldn’t have been allowed to.

Sniffling and General Noises

Since I got “back into” the blogging game (and I do use that term loosely, but I think I’ve apologised enough this year for my lack of consistency) a lot of things have happened. They have generally been too mundane to warrant blogging about, but I think the most recent occurrences do warrant a small word.

Put simply, the reason I haven’t blogged for a while is that I’ve been too busy. The reasons I have been busy are that a few weeks ago we put on “Ruddigore”, one of the most fraught-with-trouble shows I’ve ever had the privelidge of being involved with. It was wonderful though, and well worth all of the heart-ache. I played a ghost, a flower, a bloke, and a frenchman, and it was glorious.

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Ah, oui oui, je suis

Following on from the opera, I then chose to let my body relax, which was apparently a terrible move as I’ve been ill ever since. The Boy must be thoroughly fed up by now with my constant sniffling and whining. I’m very rarely ill (or at least rarely very ill, but this has been a notable exception. Between the opera, my job, having a lovely visit from my parents, trying to get some work done on my masters, and being voted onto the LUU Backstage committee, I’ve really driven myself into the ground. I’m slowly recovering, with large amounts of chicken soup and general goodwill, but I get the impression it’ll be a while before I’m totally better.

In the meantime as I sniff away, I’m hoping to get back to blogging a little more frequently. I’ve also stumbled across Issuu, which I’m now using for my page, so do check that out when you have a chance (if only to cringe at my stunning poetry skills). Hopefully I’ll update that soon to include some more bits and bobs. For now, back to the sniffing however.

Buzzy Bee

Busy should be pronounced buzzy. I have no linguistic basis for this comment, I’d just prefer it.

Also, no blogging for a while, due to intense amounts of buzzyness, involving many opera costumes, an awards show for the union, my MA, my job, and my attempts to have a life around the edges of these things. Something had to give. The things that gave are blogging and going to the gym. I’ll do them both again in a week when the buzzing stops.

‘Til then, TTFN.

Make It Work

Woops. Went ahead and abandoned my blog again for a bit there. My bad.

Firstly, I was driving home from work today and there was a guy on the phone, and smoking, in some kind of fancy stupid car. The traffic came to a slow crawl because of some roadworks ahead, and instantly this guy gets impatient and (very unsafely) wings it off up one of the side-roads. I thought nothing particularly of it (the roads are full of idiots, after all) until about 10 minutes later, when who should appear out of another side road, right in front of me, but the same guy. He must have spent 10 minutes ragging his fancy car around the place to advance exactly 0 places in the queue. Best thing was, I’m sure he recognised me, and he looked SO annoyed when he did. It was a beautiful thing.

BUT ANYWAY, BACK TO THE ACTUAL BLOG POST…

Does anyone watch “Project Runway”? I love when Tim Gunn says make it work, it inspires me. Here is what I’ve been making work over the last week. Apologies for the odd background. Here are some of the costumes for Ruddigore (the opera I’m currently producing).

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These are bridesmaids’ dresses (sortof). They are ladies nighties which I picked up from a random stall at Kirkgate market (home of all wonderful things), and then I’ve added sashes made of craft ribbon. They’ll also be worn with matching hair ribbons. I decided not to include that bit of the picture because my face looks like I hate everyone all of the time.

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This is my sailor suit. Obviously both trouser legs need hemming with the white, but I made the collar all by myself, which I’m quite proud of. Only 14 more to make!

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I then took all the costumes I’ve made so far, and put them into individual ziplock bags, so that everyone has exactly what they need and nothing else. My theory is, if they lose it after I’ve given it t them, it’s 100% their fault. Not that this is a blame game, but, things happen.

Trolls

“Once upon a time, there lived three billy goats gruff…”

…and on the story goes, with mention of clippity clopping and a bridge belonging to a certain troll. I’ve seen a lot of versions of this story, and the troll ranges between creepy and craggly to downright hilarious. It’s a classic fairytale (Norwegian, the internet tells me) with the moral that greed will get you no-where. Or possibly that you should trick people until your big brother turns up to beat them up. One of those two morals, definitely.

Anyway, this is not the troll I am talking about. Oh no. Today my subject of discussion is the internet troll.

Earlier, one of my friends posted a link to this list and it popped up on my facebook. Can I urge you to not follow the link unless you cannot contain your curiosity, because of the point about increasing visibility I mention later. Anyway, onwards… What followed was a stream of frustrated comments from highly educated but irate women, and that is such a shame. This article is undoubtedly completely serious, and is definitely very incorrect, but the fact that an anonymous person spouting rubbish on the internet should provoke an outpouring of (often) ill-thought out comments from even the most educated of us, is the biggest issue with internet trolls. Any grown adult should feel able to see right through petty bigotry and inflamatory messages, and rise above it, but time and time again I see people taking the bait.

For me, the primary issue is that more often than not, discussing these types of articles or statements online is simply fueling the fire, and in a quite literal sense. The more hits their sites get, the more motivation to continue being inflammatory. On top of that, sharing this content widely has the potential side-effect (and I say potential because I like to believe no-one is this stupid, but hey) that some individuals might read it, agree, and consider themselves vindicated by the token that they’re not the only person who thinks that way. It amazes me daily to see tweets such as these, in a response to an article by the Queen Troll herself, Katie Hopkins.

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We know this level of racism is still sadly rampant across the country, but the fact that such a high-profile social commentator gets away with it on a daily basis allows people like the respondents here to feel that they are in some way correct. Meanwhile the rest of us, on complaining, are either told we’re overreacting, called overbearing hippies (or worse), and our comments are pushed aside. The simple reason for this being that by engaging on a social media level we’re reducing ourselves and our well-thought out, cohesive, meaningful and balanced arguments to the same series of grunts we’re trying to combat. What’s worse, each time a sane voice is quashed it is seen as an additional symbol that the original stance is right. Banging one’s head against a brick wall doesn’t even come close.

So what do we do about the trolls? For me the simple answer is, not engage, at least not on a 140 character or other limited basis. If someone posts or makes reference to something I disagree with on Facebook now, I personal message them and try to engage in a meaningful discussion which isn’t marred by attention seeking to others, or interrupted by someone who feels they know better, but who is ultimately just devaluing the argument. Even better, I try to meet with them. It is amazing the difference a little tone of voice can make. Ultimately if someone references something I disagree with and I don’t have a proper platform to discuss it, I ignore it. I’d prefer to remain silent than resort to mud-throwing. Internet trolls can take it too far, and there are limits which should never be overstepped and cannot be ignored, but for the rest, just turn off your computer and go outside. Soon you’ll find their opinion doesn’t matter as much as you thought.

Playlist

I’ve been saying for a while I’ll do a playlist, because when I say “oh, I like all music” people either look at me like I’m naive to most forms of music, or like I’m lying. While it’s true that I don’t frequently listen to every genre of music (bar screamo which I never listen to, because WHY?) I do listen to a real mishmash. Here’s my playlist from today.

Raindrops – Regina Spektor

Liquid Lunch – Caro Emerald

Transatlanticism – Death Cab For Cutie

I need a Doctor – Eminem ft. Skylar Grey and Dr Dre

Name – Goo Goo Dolls

Work – Iggy Azalea

Turbulence – Lil’ Jon, Steve Aoki, Laidback Luke

Wonderful – Angel

Wandering – Radical Face

Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat – Fat Boy Slim

Crooked Teeth – Death Cab for Cutie

Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie (ok, so maybe my shuffle isn’t great…and maybe I’m a Death Cab addict. Whatever, shut up)

Long Division – Death Cab for Cutie (at this point I made the decision to skip any more Death Cab, because I do genuinely get bored listening to the same band again and again)

There She Goes – Sixpence None the Richer (thankfully no skipping was required)

Steal Away – All Angels

Breathe (2am) – Anna Nalick

Mr Saxobeat – Alexandra Stan

The Flood – Take That

Raise Your Glass – P!nk

Port in a Storm – Victoria Hart
(there’s no video for this one – she was around for a while after George Clooney discovered her while she was a singing roller-waitress. I think she’s got an amazing voice and I’m so glad I got her album when I did because apparently she’s fallen off the face of the Earth since then)

OMG – Usher ft. will.i.am

Bitch Like Me – Colette Carr

Still Hurting – The Last 5 Years (musical)

Angels – All Angels

The Middle – Jimmy Eat World

Moment 4 Life – Nicki Minaj

Top of the World – The Cataracs ft. Dev

Rabiosa – Shakira ft. Pitbull

The Boys of Summer – The Ataris cover version

No Sunlight – Death Cab for Cutie (I stopped skipping. Sue me)

and then just for a complete change of pace – as if there haven’t been plenty of those today…

Bottoms Up – Trey Songz

 

(Quick P.S-type note in case my nice bosses are keeping up to speed! I did technically note down the songs I listened to while I was at work. The linking came later though, so don’t worry! No wasting work time from me! Don’t mess around at work kids, you’re there to do a job)

Living in a world gone mad.

Quick one before I head to work this morning.

1) On the radio yesterday I was informed that “The Man” by Aloe Blacc is currently UK number 1. Really Britain? REALLY? It’s clearly the worst song he’s ever done, and he’s capable of so much more. It’s the 2nd worst song out there at the minute.

2) “Sally, why in point one did you say that The Man is only the second worst song?” Well I will tell you for why. Every time I turn on the radio recently, “Feelin’ Myself” by will.i.am and some motley bunch is on. I have a very broad taste in music, as shown by all of my other music posts, but I just can’t handle this level of self indulgent rubbish that is finding its way into my life. I just couldn’t care about Miley Cyrus “feeling herself”. Sorry.

3) Who buys this for their children? This is better than my kitchen at home.

 

Right. Off to work then.

 

In honour of my Mum

Yesterday was British Mother’s Day (not just for British mums, but for mums who go by the British – also known as correct – calendar).

In honour of the wonderful person that is my Mum, and in honour of mums everywhere, I thought you’d all appreciate this:

courtesy of http://newslinq.com/39-hilariously-honest-notes-kids-wont-stop-laughing/

If music be the food of love…

…then why do I enjoy music which is sad so much?

A couple of days ago I wrote about how I have deep, dark thoughts, by which I mean that I am fascinated by that darker side of human nature. I’ve been thinking about doing another music post for a while and this seemed like the perfect time to bring up some of the music which I love the most, but is some of the saddest.

What Sarah Said – Death Cab for Cutie
Death Cab are probably one of my favourite bands, and I missed out on seeing them live a few years ago. Of all their albums I like Plans the most because there isn’t a song on it that isn’t filled with a deep sense of true emotion. I think What Sarah Said might  be the most simultaneously painful and beautiful though.

 Little Talks – Of Monsters and Men
Another beautiful, sad song, I feel like they capture the loss of a loved one so delicately in their lyrics, and I can imagine that if I was ever unlucky enough to lose someone close to me I’d probably wander round the house talking to them even if they weren’t there.

Hide and Seek –  Imogen Heap
No-one ever seems to really know what Imogen Heap is talking about, so I’ve heard different interpretations of this song. For me, it really reminds me of how I felt when I visited Auschwitz, the way it talks about shadows of what once was.

2am – Anna Nalick
This is actually a more positive message, in general, but some of the topics she deals with are downright dark, once again. The first verse (to my understanding, anyway) deals with abortion, and the second with alcoholism. Overall the message is “it gets better” which it does, but again what I appreciate most is her sensitive treatment of the subject matter.

 

History

The past is absolutely fascinating. There is no bit of history that doesn’t interest me, and I’m really interested in current affairs because soon they’ll be history and I want to be able to tell my kids how I was a part of it.

Here’s an example of something completely wonderful from history:

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So this is the pantheon, and it’s got all geometry and beautifulness. We think we’re so clever in this modern age, but people were creating these amazing pieces of architecture hundreds of years ago, and so many people don’t give the past enough credit. Everything we can do in our current generation is because of the work of those who went before us.

Recently I’ve been reading Aristotle’s Poetics as part of my research. It’s amazing. The work of a philosopher from 350 B.C is still relevant (and important) to me today, and not only that but it is clear, measured and accurate. Aristotle’s view on the value of the creative arts as part of society are as valuable today as ever, and the fact that some people don’t even know who he is both astonishes and saddens me.

Let’s all take a moment to care about history and to learn something new and awesome. I recommend following @HistoryToday on twitter for a nice drip-feed of interesting history articles.