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I wander the internet as I wander in life and find these pieces of truth from the collective wisdom of masses... It is funny how wise the masses can be at times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-6502205663722645680?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alone in the night&lt;br /&gt;
A ship sails where to?&lt;br /&gt;
A light in the dark shines straight&lt;br /&gt;
overshadows all others.&lt;br /&gt;
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And more than a wave, more than a tide...&lt;br /&gt;
They tried to arrest him, impose him a faith...&lt;br /&gt;
But, drifting at ease, breaking the sorrow ("Saudade" does realy translate)...&lt;br /&gt;
goes the one that fears nothing any more, goes the helmsman...&lt;br /&gt;
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And a will to laugh, is born for the deepest of our being...&lt;br /&gt;
And a will to go, depart and run across the world,&lt;br /&gt;
life is always lost...&lt;br /&gt;
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In the depth of the sea&lt;br /&gt;
lie the others, the ones who remained there.&lt;br /&gt;
In grey days&lt;br /&gt;
eternal rest they found there.&lt;br /&gt;
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And more than a wave, more than a tide...&lt;br /&gt;
They tried to arrest him, impose him a faith...&lt;br /&gt;
But, drifting at ease, breaking the sorrow ("Saudade" does realy translate)...&lt;br /&gt;
goes the one that fears nothing any more, goes the helmsman...&lt;br /&gt;
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And a will to laugh, is born for the deepest of our being...&lt;br /&gt;
And a will to go, depart and run across the world,&lt;br /&gt;
life is always lost...&lt;br /&gt;
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In the depth of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;
a murmur blow, where does it go?&lt;br /&gt;
In the depth of time&lt;br /&gt;
the future escapes, and it is too late...&lt;br /&gt;
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And a will to laugh, is born for the deepest of our being...&lt;br /&gt;
And a will to go, depart and run across the world,&lt;br /&gt;
life is always lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-3234357006874749380?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well I am being ironic, I thought once of posting my blog on facebook, but they I wondered why? If someone would really want to know about me they would ask, or find the blog anyway... &lt;br /&gt;
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I think the time for blogs as passed, it got somehow incorporated into social networks...&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it is all about the network, who you know, not so much what you know, people can be as interesting or uninteresting as they want, but if more people press the "like" bottom well those are the thoughts that all will follow... Just another one of those thoughts I decided to share, have a good one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-4889811234544462654?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The song at the moment is from my past Bush - Inflatable, at a given time of my life this song meant hope, actually hope at a time I felt hopeless, funny enough what started as a break with the past to look at a future, became a symbol of past destruction, something forever attached to one of those people I am sure I touched and who touched me, but yet is a mere memory of the past, a feeling that you get when you listen to songs that were soundtracks for episodes of your life... Episodes that define you, and yet seem to simply be there as a feeling not a real lesson learned kinda thing. At times like this I wonder if we are just what we feel and we find words and logic to justify simply that... And just like that the song has stop, time to navigate somewhere else...&lt;br /&gt;
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Bryan Adams - Everything I do, well what to say for this one, from a time where I was learning what music was, were the lyrics started to make sense, when this concept of liking a girl came to past... The first kiss, the first heartbreak, my first girlfriend if you can call her that at a age of 11, and yet I did, and lived at the time thinking I felt the lyrics of this song... And yet, that is not really the case, but hey I was 11 give me a break... The memory of all of this under the most romantic umbrella and the first hint on how hard would be to find a match for such a moral kid, already full of himself and all knowledgeable about what relations should be and trust in these relationships. Long story short, she questioned my commitment because of a rumur started by a guy that liked her and I broke up with her on the spot, I know quite dramatic for an 11 year old, but I was kinda of a dreamer... Still am in many ways... And the song stop, time to navigate further and yet not sure I should share more...&lt;br /&gt;
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Meredith Brooks - What would happen if we kissed, a song from a pivotal point in my life, mine and a couple of other people, a clear sliding doors moment, where I could see several paths in front of me... I wish I could say I made this choice completely alone, and in a way I did, but I have a clear notion that the slightest difference would have produced a different outcome... A time where I thought I knew what I wanted, and yet knew that it would destroy a lot of who I am... The simplicity of a kiss for others, has always had a different tool on me... I remembered this because I was a moral kid and I managed to remain a moral man regardless of circumstance... Despite of this not being clear for all in my life, but then again who is fishing for recognition... The guy with the blog... Well I only have a blog because this sort of thing would remain in past time only with me... And another song is pasted... &lt;br /&gt;
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I will continue navigation but I am tired of writting for now... Not that anybody is listen... From me to the world, take care and catch you next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-6472034950114170484?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On another news, just got back from Cornwall where I did my Day Skipper practical course, which means I can chatter (rent) yachts, so I am licensed in a way for yacht skippering. Funny enough I though it would be a holiday like course, but it was more like a military regime week with a lot of exercises, a lot of repetition, which at the time made me wonder if it was worth it. Now in insight I think it built up my confidence and I can see myself easily taking a yacht out with no worries...&lt;br /&gt;
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This is it for an update, there are a lot more stuff happening at the moment but I wanted to post first these major news...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-6426975029544079757?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you can imagine I was tired and I was about to have a day of meetings, which I must say make the day feel pointless and tiring... But I leave my thoughts about meetings for another day... Funny enough I charged my MP3 for going swimming in the weekend and add this year Christmas selection ( this year I did not post it here, but hey if you want it ask :P ) so today I used it instead of the mobile for music. This actually made my day, the fact that I started the day with the stupidest corniest happy song, that I still have in my brain right now... I would share but I am afraid to spread this disease :P &lt;br /&gt;
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And the moral, well it is the little things that make up life, be on the lookout for them or risk not living ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-7956469441452643534?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well I am in the land of small duvets, for a week now, and will be here for the following 2, and you might be asking yourselves where is the land of small duvets, and more importantly what the f*ck is he talking about ( notice how nice I am by not writing fuck :P). So I get to the hotel, check in, the usual bullshit form, etc. Then go to my room again normal room, the bed is somewhere in between a single and a double, which is fine. The duvet was folded on top of the bed so you don't realise it at first, but when I when to cover myself I realised it the duvet is smaller than the bed, weird I thought, in fact it is smaller even if I am not under it. This might seem like no big deal but I move at night so you have space in the bed to move but you get out of the duvet, get cold, wake up... You see the problem. So the next day I casually introduced the topic to some locals(for those who don't know me, casual is my middle name, followed by the PI (political incorrect) :P ) and found out it is normal here, imagine that. I immediately thought these guys are genius they save on a third of the fabric :P. The locals where like, yes we did notice that when we go other places the duvet is bigger but never made much of it... How weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;
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In their defence it is my god knows time in this place, I noticed it before but my humour did not made me do much of it either. So I guess my humour is quite affected these days...&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, I am going under the duvet know and be very still so not to be could, changed hotel and the heating on this one is not that strong, and smaller bed, and guess what? even smaller duvet... Ridiculous... :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Sadness is a modern invention for people with too much time to think about things that are simple... In fact depression is a form of permanent sadness only present to those who don't really have to fight for their survival... At the end of the day, you have within what you are, and nowadays can anybody that has access to this blog really say they are not the result of their society... Can anybody say beyond a reasonable doubt that they are not a mere result of modern times, modern living, modern cravings... We are what we choose to be, however that choice is very driven, and thus not really a choice... In the end I am one of these mere results, we the need to think I am special in some way or form, and thus feel the need to go to my sadness within to inspire the worst states where I come up with dark shit like this, that may or not make sense... Well at least I can write from the dark places in my head, good or bad, that is something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-8182353218338171270?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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P.S.- Written using natural language, so might contain errors ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-4871730322943055845?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You just have to speak and give commands and this actually interprets everything like nicely. I'm not correcting it in on purpose so you seen the limitations of this software. In fact it's not done on the previous line had a problem but you can still understand the content of the message. And you have to still bear in mind that I only did the one training exercise in fact this has quite advanced exercises with very elaborate text. Another thing that you might consider is that I'm talking fluently and not spelling each word. Again it has some bugs but I'm quite impressed by the software if you're using a proper microphone. I have tried this in the past using a rubbish microphone and it didn't give me any results so don't underestimate the power of a good microphone. Hopefully all of this makes sense because I do not checking all the words that I've been ordering written.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is just an interesting post for me, and it shows the potential of technology if you know how to use it. I think that that's one of the biggest limitations that our society has. Most people have no understanding of how to use technology or even have the smallest notion of its potential. So I find it quite remarkable that peoples still say that we to progress technologically, when in fact if we use the technology available to us right now we would be already in the far far future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for listening, and in this case it's really listening because I haven't touched the keyboard ( well I mostly didn't but sometimes I spoke out of turn in the software product wrong, but hopefully it gives you a good impression on this software with minimum configurations to your voice and your speech).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-1864869475442812084?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Touch the fingers of my hand a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;nd I wonder if it's me, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;olding on and on to theories of prosperity, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;omeone who can promise me: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I'll be, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;ime has fooled me into thinking it's a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nothing in this room but empty space, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;o me, no world, no mind, no face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it's me, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;olding on and on to Love, what else is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A religion that appeals to me, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Can you turn me off for just a second, please, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;urn me into something faceless, weightless, mindless, homeless, v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;acuum state of peace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wait for me, I'm nothing on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm willing to go on, but not alone, not now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm so aware of everything, but nothing seems for real, and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;s long as you're in front of me then I'll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;watch the fingers of our hands a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;nd I'm grateful that it's me, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;olding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Creative writing, this is what we need to produce when&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;a thesis, at least in my field... It is as much as the way you tell the story as it is about the content. And I reach my point, the problem is writing is mostly about the content, the editing part is the one where you do the creative writing, restructure, cover holes in the story, put more content, shift things around, etc...&lt;br /&gt;
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Funny enough, I think&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;is harder, to start something is always harder than to change something that already exists (well maybe for programming with certain code this is not true :P). I have more respect for editors though, you don't need great inspiration, but you require a lot of art, and it takes longer than what you&amp;nbsp;envision... In the end of the day, shaping something to look go can be harder than to create something...&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a ideas men, this means I have loads of ideas about any given topic, when I writing I tend to have a lot of things in mind, and these things don't always transpire in the text. Thus, editing my things does take a lot of effort from me, and honestly I find it has hard as&amp;nbsp;writing... But in a simpler way... Not sure this makes sense, but editing is as hard as writing but more&amp;nbsp;straightforward, simpler, as&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;is more complex but less caring...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well &amp;nbsp;what is the moral of the story? Anything related to&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;or editing is hard... Funny enough blogging is easy... I wonder if the&amp;nbsp;difficulties&amp;nbsp;are content related! ;) (everything is clearer for the things we like doing) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-1949132927989956519?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I once thought I was one of the smartest persons in the world, well if you feel like that do a PhD... You will never say that again... It is a process that makes you lose yourself, what defines, you... I have no idea what I am doing any more... I am revising a chapter that my supervisor made comments on, and I feel utterly lost about it... "too descriptive", "too vague", "too much detail on simple concept", "not enough detail", and in the end I can't even read the content any more... It is a battle against an invisible wall, and you fight yourself, your feelings, your thoughts to do it, but this only makes it worst, and the feeling is enhanced you you&amp;nbsp;ultimately&amp;nbsp;feel like shit... And when you do, I&amp;nbsp;promise&amp;nbsp;you, smart is something you don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end of the day it is a humbling experience, but too destructive, at least this is what I feel now, people tell me after they finish that it is liberating and you are better built for dealing with the world... Honestly that for me is bullshit, but a PhD provides you with the basic tools to justify even the stupidest of things in order to make some sense given a set of&amp;nbsp;conditions, that may or not be true :P...&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end you listen to people saying, well doing a PhD was good because my reality is/was__________, but I can see why it wouldn't make sense IN ACTUAL REALITY&amp;nbsp;;P&lt;br /&gt;
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And in case you think this is just me enjoy the PhD comics about the repulsor field, it is self explanatory....&lt;br /&gt;
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But first let me say the concert was great, has any Linkin Park concert you feel the energy of the people around you, even in england where concerts tend to be a bit calmer... The concert had a big mix of songs, new, old, older, eldest :P. In fact I didn't actually realised until now that is has been more than 10 year that I am following this bands career, and connecting to their lyrics in one way or another. I have say for a while for me, Linkin Park are the one of the greatest poets of modern times... Their music does reflect the extra feeling that I think poets wish they could add to their creations...&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, I am a big fan, so the hot topic is the new album, well hot and hard topic. To be honest I listen to it three times and I still have no opinion about it. It is not bad, but I can bring myself to say it is good, or anything else for that matter. It is simply different, like some sort of weird experiment, while there are some thing I really like it in, other I simply don't get. Because I am such a big fan of the band it is hard for me to just say it is not good, I think it is too experimental, to a certain extend it seems overworked, over thought. A proof of this is the music catalyst can be found on youtube the various versions, and some are better than the mix in the album. I feel the band doesn't want to be labelled as a certain style, but in the fight against this I feel they lost whatever made the perfect combination. Again brilliant poets, but the mix is lacking something to make it work. To be fair the single did grow on me so maybe the album will as well, I haven't been in the right mindset to give it more chances... So in conclusion a great band can always experiment a little, specially with a performance like this...&lt;br /&gt;
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Feeling this song live does put it into perspective, in a way the band focus more on wider social problems instead of personal and individual ones. I am of a slip mind on this one, I think they should do what they feel is right, but without trying to be too activist about it, I think in the end of the day they should help people think and not direct people's thoughts. I think that is what made them great in older albums... Again not throwing a punch a that band, love them, but I think to the point and back to basics is better... I think we lose a lot if they don't, it is not for their sake I say this, but for our sake...&lt;br /&gt;
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And again would not miss a Linkin Park concert, the amount of energy you feel and release, the purest trip across the last 10 years of my life where their music has been always present, and it provided the soundtrack for majority of major events... Well like Linkin Park said "It starts with..."&lt;br /&gt;
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Well today this came to mind, has I was taking walk in the darkest part of my mind. It is funny that we normally use the dark tunnel metaphor for explain how we are in the dark, how we feel lost, disorientated, without a centre... And we say "I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel"... Well I have been saying this for quite some time, but in searching for the light at the end of the tunnel you seem to dismiss all the little lights that might give you comfort along the way. The tinny glimpses of light(hope), and you only focus on the fact that you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel... Stop walking and make a light it will make you feel something different, maybe not better but at least feel something different. &lt;br /&gt;
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The darkness path is long and hard, but there are always little things that will not be dark and cold, the question is how can we use them to make us feel better. At the end of the day, this all makes sense, but do we notice the tinny lights? We are just too focused on the dark, and even if for a instant we remember that even the smallest light shines in the dark, we quickly dismiss it and the dark engulfs us into total darkness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-3723806628687275483?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I got a nice email, from Google saying that amoung other things "After reviewing our records, we've determined that your AdSense account poses a risk of generating invalid activity.", so translation no more ads for the Blog. There is an appeal which I am sure is there just for show, which I filed. In any case thank you for all who did support the Blog by clicking, on ads that you actually saw and therefore fulfilled the proposed for doing ads. A little bit of sarcasm considering I was given no specific reason for the cancellation, but then again had nothing to start with, have nothing to end with, net result is not negative :P &lt;br /&gt;
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Well I thought this might be a way to fund my little dream, however how the saying goes "there is no such thing as a free lunch...", even if for a while you think it is free, in reality the carpet will always be pulled from under you feet. Live and learn, in some cases relearn...&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I restarted to write this blog for the purpose of supporting the dream, but I fact I like ranting about things, it gives me a bit of purpose in it self, and thus I'll keep on writing, even if I don't do anything towards making people read. So it is a see you latter for me and I guess a goodbye to the ads... &lt;br /&gt;
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For those who supported the blog, a big THANK YOU, hopefully you found curious things in the ads, plus you made me smile, even if just for a short while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-1411528832387536849?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Funny enough, at a certain point all of this makes sense, and you go what the hell, people win it, why not me? After all I am using the power of the statistics found all across the internet, surely I must be the only one doing it, otherwise there would be winners all the time ;P&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I am ashamed to say it, but I am mocking myself in this post, because I did play the Euromillions despite that fact of being more likely to be hit by a lightning... I always wondered about this statistic, and because I have this awesome power of the internet I can say it is more likely for me to be hit by a lightning than win Euromillions (576 000 to 1), but more than that, it is more likely that the lightning strike will kill me (2 320 000 to 1). In fact looking at funny statistic it is more likely that I get canonized (20 000 000 to 1), which considering I do not&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;in God, is a bit of a stretch... But still I said, what the heck, I'll bet a tenner on this, after all the odds do sound great on a day like today... Then again the possibility of reaching the light to those in the dark will always weight more, regardless of the odds. Hope pushes us to survive, even if to do so it makes us&amp;nbsp;irrational... After all I am sure I have a good chance to win, or at least as good as anybody else ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-312186882809247146?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So yesterday as I posted I really liked Rebecca Ferguson song on the x-factor, and I wanted to check it out. In the show they say it is on itunes, I thought, well I will check it out on their website. Went there and guess what? You need to install the stupid apple software to be able to even view the songs, let alone buy them. I don't want to install anything I just wanted a song.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate when people try to pin things on me that I don't want or need, just to get you to use their thing. This approach to business pisses me off, you should sell something the best you can do it and restricting is well, stupid. I know people like apple, it is pretty and simple, and I am fine with that... But the usability of other things should not be questioned, I mean can you imagine having an internet only for apple, and one only for microsoft?&lt;br /&gt;
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Companies should realise that integration is good, and the fuckers at apple do good products but make you use their things only, it is a valid strategy, it is working for them, it is elitist and people I guess like that, but seriously world wake up this takes your ability to decide, and if it wasn't an integrated approach computers would still be in the stone ages, support an apple police change make them open up at least their services if not their products ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-9030076721431531939?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I want to talk about a person that for me is by far the best on this show, her voice is simply unique, timeless, she'd be great in any country, any time, and although she gets great comments from the judges, how the fuck is it possible that they value other just for now so called&amp;nbsp;potential&amp;nbsp;artists. If Cher is the future, I want to live in the past, where you feel well I leave it for you to judge... I am not british, but I really don't understand this, if a world class artist does not win, well either they are visionaries or idiots. I guess time will tell but for now I leave with the great&amp;nbsp;Rebecca Ferguson....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8QTZRBYka0/Skq4pFxV2nI/AAAAAAAADx4/upxT6v1sgU4/s320/rss_icon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8QTZRBYka0/Skq4pFxV2nI/AAAAAAAADx4/upxT6v1sgU4/s1600/rss_icon.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I think all people that use the internet have seen this name, if not the name at least the symbol for it. However what you might not know is what it is, or what it is for... If you want the real definition google it. In simple terms it allows us to get information when it is released. So instead of checking the news all the time, you can get the news once they are released.&lt;br /&gt;
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How? Well for that we need a RSS client, meaning a program that allows us to subscribe to the feeds we want.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well there are a lot of clients for RSS, some are built in to the browser the case of firefox, others are stand alone tools, or part of other tools like outlook. There is also the possibility of having a web client for these feeds which is google reader.&amp;nbsp;Basically you have a web page that shows all of the feeds that you have&amp;nbsp;subscribed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a big google news user, google reader provides a similar type of experience but you define the sources. So for example if you like two or three newspapers, you can just add the link of the website to google reader and i will collect this information. How? Simple, you need a google account, any will work, your youtube, your email, blogger, whatever... You go to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader"&gt;http://www.google.com/reader&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and log in to it.&lt;br /&gt;
Once you are logged in you press "add a subscription"&lt;br /&gt;
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Once you do you can just put the address of your feed source, lets say&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://towardsnothing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://towardsnothing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;;P&lt;br /&gt;
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And that is it now every time I post something you will see it there, that is true for all blogs, or news you may want to add.&lt;br /&gt;
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The idea is to give you control over your&amp;nbsp;sources&amp;nbsp;of information, putting it all in one place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Google reader does more than just this, like you can share or make note on news, but lets keep it simple ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.- There is a mobile version of the site&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/i/"&gt;http://www.google.com/reader/i/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was clearly designed for the iPhone, but it works well on android, or any other mobile phone, plus as a tip you can add it to a side bar in firefox ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106363010789517648-8170743306972920456?l=towardsnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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