About Me Just Got Revised

I realised today that I haven’t updated the About page on this site in quite a while, and I’d like to think that I’ve changed over my years of blogging. I don’t think it matters especially, as my About page rarely gets much attention. Clearly I have captivated you so much with my brilliant writing

We aren't quite sure which equation God actually used. It's probably down to quantum.

skills. Don’t laugh, it’s rude. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings, would you now?

An About page should ideally help the reader understand what the blog/blogger is on about. Or so I was told. So I’ve had to think long and hard about how best to get this information across to you. I’m sure you will give me some allowance, as it is extremely hard to condense the entirety of me into a page that you are actually going to read. I thought about doing a rap, but, you’ll be grateful to hear, only for a very short amount of time.

But then I realised I was being silly. You’re sitting here reading this, aren’t you? I hope you are. I’ve been told that people read this. Well if you’ll read this, you’ll read anything, including my About page. Indeed, especially my About page, being as you’re reading my blog. It’s common sense really. So here, ladies, gentlemen and significant others, is the story of me.

About Johz

I was born in Birmingham. This may be an issue for some of you, but I am refering to the Birmingham that lies in the British Isles. It could well be considered a dump, but that would be rude to dumps, which are usually upstanding moral members of the community. More accurate, and perhaps more polite to everyone involved, would be to call the city a melting pot. There is everything in Birmingham. Food, people, clothing, drugs, whatever else you want to name. Birmingham does not hold many records (although there are more canals in Birmingham than in Venice*) but this is probably because it is quite happy to have a go at everything. It should be noted that people from a place called Solihull may try to convince you that they are from Birmingham. They are not. Solihull should be burned with fire.

My parents are lovely. I have to say that because they read this. They work extremely hard to ensure my welfare, usually by banning me from doing anything interesting in the hope that I will turn out to be a lovely, well-rounded person. I have previously argued against this plan of action with much vigour, but I am now attempting to come to terms with the fact that it seems to have worked. I also have a brother. He doesn’t read this, so I’m allowed to insult him, but this well-rounded person stuff means that I’m unable to seriously express much dislike for him. The key problem is that he actually is quite a nice person.

My family is Christian, and I’ve managed to inherit it, like an unfortunate case of HIV/AIDs in a poverty-stricken area of Africa. This is perhaps slightly rude, being as I have not only become a Christian, but also have decided that I actually believe all this God stuff. Looking back, that was probably where I went wrong.

Perhaps to compound my dyed-in-the-wool cloth-headedness, as that highly influencial theologian and all-round religious expert Richard Dawkins might call it, is the fact that I enjoy science. Now of course, science and religion are not immiscible – one can have faith, and believe in the power of the same time. However, where many people merely have to worry about simple problems such as the issue of evil, and whether original sin was not actual original at all, but copied off someone else, I now struggle with the scientific method, and whether God is a viable theory. This is irritating, but I feel that it just makes me a more rounded and beautiful person. It also means that I have a bad habit of criticising the belief of others because it isn’t rigorous enough. For this I can only apologise. Well no, I could apologise and try to do something about it, but that would require some effort.

Anyway, I am a Christian, and I am headed on to become a scientist. Currently I am studying for my A Levels (A Levels stands for Advanced Levels, but since the Ordinary Levels have now been abolished, it’s not quite as exciting as it seems), which are in Physics, Further Maths and Chemistry. You may well, therefore, be skeptical, but I thrive on academic study. Interestingly, I have recently entered the grammar school system, whereas I was attending a comprehensive school before (Note to Americans and other foreigners: grammar and comprehensive are both types of school), which has troubled my already tumultuous adolescent soul. But I’m sure I’ll get over it, now I’m not mingling with those poor types. As you read those words, my mother is now disowning me, not realising that I am joking. I don’t hate poor people. Indeed, I even have poor friends.

I am excited about heading to university within a worryingly sort amount of time. Indeed, assuming all goes well, I will be studying Physics with the big boys by the end of September. I am lead to believe that this is a good thing, and refuse to listen to any alternatives. After university, I expect to stay at university, although not necessarily the same one, and do some postgraduate work. After that? I don’t really know, although I’d like to do further research into theoretical physics. I do worry about me sometimes.

This blog is a compilation of my thoughts. I aim to publish at least once a week, although I do so in much the same way that a drunken darts player in the pub aims to get the bullseye. I try to talk about everything, from the arts, through science and religion, to current affairs and politics. I consider my remit to be the world and everything in it, and a large proportion of the things outside of it, although there is a small spot just east of Alpha Centuri that I refuse to discuss, due to previous bad experiences. I won’t talk about them now, but let me just say that if you ever end up playing cards with a telepath from Rigel-6, don’t try and cheat.

My own personal ideologies are generally mixed. I am a liberal type of guy, who sees the best in everyone, and who thinks the world would be a better place if everyone just shared more. However, I am also a moral conservative, who thinks that any words worse than ‘bother’ should be banned from television before nine O’clock. I believe in a nuclear family, but I also believe in gay marriage. I’m a fan of education, of almost any type, except faith schools, home schools, public (Americans: read private) schools, and, to some extent grammar schools. I think that guns are bad, on account of people dying as a result of them, in the same way that I think knives are bad. My concession to knives is that I struggle to chop carrots without them. The same cannot be said for guns.

I enjoy Doctor Who. I’m not sure that this is an ideology, but it’s very important. I think that an open house and an ability to be hospitable at any time is one of the greatest gifts you can offer other people. I believe that humour is important, and that there should be no topics that are off-limits, but I also accept that simply insulting women due to their abnormal genes isn’t always funny. I particularly think that people who are especially full of themselves, like Christians, should have humour poked at them. And I think that the most important thing is to love everyone. Yes, even Richard Dawkins. Yes, even your mother-in-law. Well, maybe not your pet rock, because that’s a bit weird, but nonetheless, be nice to it. You never know when the rocks will take over.

Please ask questions, either here or on the actual ‘About Me’ page. Please also laugh, because I didn’t ever really lie, but I may have exagerated the truth slightly. And please take the time to continue reading, or to subscribe (there’s buttons everywhere these days) or bookmark this site, or even just write it down on a piece of paper. Thanks.

* Citation desperately needed.

Sweden 2011

2011 World Scout Jamboree

I was reading through Johz the other day, and I realised that there’s one major thing going on in my life that I haven’t mentioned at all. Next year, I am going on the World Scout Jamboree 2011. Yes, really. I’m not pulling your leg.
Now ‘jamboree’ is probably a bit of a scouty technical term, so I’ll explain a bit about what one of those is first. Basically, a jamboree is a big celebration of all that scouting has ever achieved. It’s a time for lots of scouts to go and light fires with two sticks of wood with lots of people from all sorts of other countries. Last year, the WSJ (That’s the World Scout Jamboree) was held in England, mainly because it was the 100th anniversary of scouting. This year, however, it is in Sweden (sponsored, I kid you not, by IKEA).  As a result, obviously, Abba tracks are suddenly all the rage among scouts.  Or at the very least, their leaders who think that playing irritating lyrics over and over and over and over and over and over and over and…

Sorry, where was I?

Ah yes, Abba’s repetitiveness.  You get the picture.

So why ‘jambo’?  Well, jamborees are all about fun and community.  Obviously, a jamboree is something extremely special – you will only ever get one chance to go as a scout, although you can try again to become a part of the International Service Team – and so I jumped at the chance to take part.  Also, I really want the chance to meet other people and to try new cultures and ideas.  This is especially important in scouting as, if I’m honest, I know next to nothing about scouts from other countries.  Then, of course, there is the chance to see Sweden, which I’ll probably never get to do again.  The Swedish models don’t come into it at all….  (much, anyway…)

So what do I need to do to get to Sweden?  Well, I’m most of the way there already.  I’ve been selected at a selection day, I’ve raised my profile, I’ve seen half of the group that I’m going with (although not the other half, as they’re in Western Europe), and now all I’ve got to do is raise £2300 pounds by summer next year.  Yeah.  It really is that easy.

So, any suggestions?  And while we’re at it, there’s a few things that you can do as well.  Don’t worry, they’re all free for you.  Firstly, search the internet.  Go on, just search.  It’s easy.  The link there (http://bswejamboree.easysearch.org.uk/) is to a search engine that, while it may not be as good as say, Google, is probably good enough.  Search around a bit on there, you know, find out the football scores, learn a new recipe.  Then save the easysearch page (make sure it’s that one, unless you want to be giving money to someone else) and…  Use it again tomorrow!  Every search you do raises about 2 pence.  The more people who do that, the happier I’ll be.  And the more likely I will be to write you a nice entertaining post about the people who went to the jamboree.  Also, you can find out more about the Jamboree here, and here.

Anyway, I’m off to see a man about a horse.  Well, I’m actually off to babysit, but hey, we can’t be right all of the time.  So see you later, hopefully.

Freedom, Finishes, and… Extra Maths?

Before I start, I’d like to dedicate this post to Conoga. Not because you have inspired me, helped me, made me realise who I am, or anything interesting like that, but because you reminded me that I was neglecting this blog somewhat. So I’m going to blame this post on you! Thanks, though.

I suppose I ought to mention why I’ve been away for so long. Not as an excuse of course. Merely as a… Reason. The answer is that I have been doing a lot of exams recently. A lot of a lot. In fact, I think I’ve done, not including modular exams, almost thirty different papers. Woah. That’s an impressive thing to be able to write.
You might have guessed it already: I’ve been taking my GCSEs. These will, apparently, affect my entire life. I can’t be doing things like that at the age of 16, can I?
But whatever about that, because, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I HAVE FINISHED!!! At last! Can I hear a cheer, people?
This, however, means that I have also finished school. And, as I refuse to get Facebook, so I’ll probably never see many of my friends again. Excuse me for a minute while I remember them. There was the one who smashed my head against a window. (Yes, a friend…) There was the one who gave me the name Johz. There was even the one called Geoffrey, although he will never admit it.
So fair you well. I wonder, dear friends, if our paths shall ever cross again…

Okay, you can look back now. I’ve stopped being sloppy.

So now I’ve finished school, there is a massive gap left, that is, apparently, called ‘freedom’. I haven’t seen much of it yet. After sampling a few days of this so called ‘freedom’, I can tell you that it is the most oppressive, tyrannical thing you will ever experience. Either that, or far too full of Star Trek episodes. (Look, it was either that, or Jeremy Kyle…)
So far, my list of things to do includes:

  • Washing the toilets.
  • Selling my mother’s stuff on Ebay.
  • Watering my mother’s allotment.
  • Tidying my room.
  • Cleaning under the stairs.
  • Extra Maths.

Yes, you heard me right. School is finished, end of lessons, so now I’ve got to do extra maths.
The reasons for this are… Complicated. Basically, out teachers forced us to take maths GCSE half a year early, and since then, I haven’t done any maths at all. I’m now planning on going to a grammar school’s Sixth Form college, and do maths and further maths. Fantastic.
Which means that I need to catch up. Also, this grammar school expects its students to take maths and advanced maths at GCSE level anyway, so I’ll be behind them to begin with.

So that’s my predicament. No more school does not equal fun, frolics and something else beginning with ‘f’. Possibly freedom. No. It makes life even worse. I need something to do over the next ten(ish) weeks. And I need it fast. Any suggestions?

PS:
I haven’t been entirely truthful when I said that the reason for my neglect was exams. It was mainly exams, but the exams then finished, and… well… I got side-tracked. Sorry. I’ll make sure I do better next time.

PPS:
Ever heard the curious case of Phineas Gage? I found this today, and it is probably one of the best retellings of the story that I have ever heard. I must subscribe to these guys.

JOHZ is back!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, JOHZ is back.

I’ve been blogging away on Poetic Devices for a while, and I’ve always missed the chance to talk about issues that I feel are important, except in poetry form. And I’m not very good at that,to be honest.

So now I’m back, and hopefully I will be for some time. Because I do actually enjoy writing poetry and short story-ettes, I’ll move the prose and poetry over to here over the course of the next few weeks.

As I said before, the main reason for changing around like this is that I want the chance to write my opinions in my natural speech, because poetry is more of an art form than a way of discussing books/the environment/films/computers etc. I hope you don’t mind, and if you have bookmarked Poetic Devices, I’ve added a little paragraph there to explain.

Have fun with my new site, I’ve kept it mostly the same. I do need to edit the page to make sure that they are up to date, but I hope to do that in the next few weeks.

By the way, you can help me save the environment by clicking on the widget on the right. Or you can do it on Poetic Devices, or even both. Please help, it’s something I feel quite strongly about.