Things I Like
I like many things. Cycling, protesting, watching Dante's Cove. Here are some things that I like, that I can share over the web. :)
Things I've Done
Polyphasic Sleeping – an interesting sleeping system based on the idea that the only sleep you really need is the Rapid Eye Movement in the middle and the rest can be cut out, giving you more time in the day (and night). There are several systems, but all them, if you can manage it, result in a stupidly small amount of sleep and a certain feeling of immortality as you live three times as long as everyone else.
Writings
An extract from Moab is My Washpot, Stephen Fry's excellent autobiography. Here Stephen has a little rant about what exactly he thinks of Christian homophobes.
An extract from Born on a Blue Day, an autobiography from Daniel Tammet about his life as an autistic savant. I was particularly interested by his comments towards the end of the book about being autistic and converting to Christianity.
Poetry
Like many other people, I spent a long time firmly of the view that poetry was meaningless unless it rhymed. Fortunately, I had an epiphany and the joys of prosody were opened up to me, raising the veil of ignorance, as the bonnet of a car is raised to reveal the mysterious complexity within.
Anyway, here you will find some of my favourite poetry.
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem." ~ Robert Penn Warren
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." ~ Soren Kierkegaard
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind. ~ Thomas Babington Macaulay
The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~ John Keats
If Only, by Rash Kash
An extract from The Aeneid Book 10 (Latin), by Virgil