tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60499379700138637802011-04-22T04:25:45.193+01:00If I can make one person think once more about one issue, I've done all I can. Maybe I take things too seriously...or maybe you don't take things seriously enough.Lukasanoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-83549824381723063292008-09-08T20:47:00.002+01:002008-09-08T21:06:08.088+01:00

"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."Dante AlighieriFor those of you not aware (oh, how few you are), I'm a fairly avid computer gamer. On one of my more regular online games, we ended up in a discussion about war crimes, history and the fact that 'the winner writes history'. The particular context was (as is so often the case)

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Hello again. Excuse the extremely long absence: I've always been a fairly flighty character, and as a result I've taken what could be considered an 'extended unannounced leave of absence' from blogging. All of that said, a comment by a friend at a party has caused me to get back into the whole thing, and so the few of you still paying any attention to it will get the dubious pleasure of reading

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Why does everyone I like die? Seriously?RIP George Carlin

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Not much from me, just a video. Possibly my favourite video of all time. RIP Carl Sagan. RIP.

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I find that I'm always at my most thoughtful (some would say soppy) late at night, when everyone around me is asleep and I appear to have the world to myself. Of course, when I'm at home, this is a lot earlier than when I'm at uni, but that's beside the point. What's important is that in these quiet times, when the only noise around me is the whirr of a computer fan and the silent noise of trees,

Lukasanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-57370046111995973462008-04-12T16:14:00.001+01:002008-04-12T16:16:33.879+01:00

Imperial Creed linked a video in his comment on my previous post. It's an excellent video, and I thought that, rather than let it languish on the sidelines, I should make it easier to see. Thus, here it is:

Lukasanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-67860768871258890892008-04-11T23:20:00.002+01:002008-04-11T23:53:46.010+01:00

For quite a while now I've been wondering what exactly it is people mean when they say someone is gifted. I think the main reason I've wondered about this is because I've spent most of my life being put in that category.I know this sounds conceited, but really, it's simply an observation. When I was in Melbourne, I was more or less the only white middle-class person in my year group, which was

Lukasanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-45265756663472601882008-04-01T15:38:00.003+01:002008-04-02T14:09:48.611+01:00

Yesterday was a strange, strange day. I can leave most of it out, but the relevant part of it is that I spent a decent proportion of time reading Aristotle's Nicomachean Ethics, which is all well and good, but I should have been reading An Enquiry Into Human Understanding. Anyway, long story short, a member of my philosophy class noticed, and we ended up having a pretty in depth discussion about

Lukasanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-62549081315948440432008-03-30T10:41:00.003+01:002008-03-30T11:19:29.388+01:00

I woke up about half an hour ago, and the first thing I need to remember is to turn my watch forward. Damn daylight savings time. But then, while I set up my virus scan to run in the background, I decide to check my emails and float around some of the blogs of my PCG chat compatriots, and while I was doing so I noticed that both Creed's Blog and James have taken the Anne Diamond story to heart.

Lukasanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049937970013863780.post-62624566403006322902008-03-28T14:44:00.000Z2008-03-28T15:17:39.740Z

Today was one of the rare days when I have enough money to wander into the Student Union shop and purchase a paper. So I buy the Guardian, fully expecting to absorb myself for an hour or two before I actually need to knuckle down and do something with my life. So I grab a comfortable chair, discard the sport section and the offer of 25 free songs and 1 audiobook, and flip the paper open.The

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It's interesting how peer pressure works. Yesterday, I had a conscious thought to myself, which went along the lines of the following: "Why would I get a blog? No-one would read it anyway."And here, I find myself typing in a box. Nevermind. This is just a placeholder post, as I happen to have one worth reading. Still, here's to maybe getting some minor readership. At least I won't be doing games

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