I am thechildrenoftherevo, well, obviously that’s not my real name, but it is my wetpaint username. It comes from my email address, which is thechildrenoftherevoluion@googlemail.com. Yes, I use Google mail, the best damn email there is, without a doubt. There is no reason for me to tell you this, other than I thought that it might help you understand me a bit. I like it because I never have to delete an email, and I can find anything, instantly. That’s the kind of person that I am.
Most people call me child. I don’t mind, as long as it is clear that it is me you are talking to, it does not really make a lot of difference.
so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell blue skies from pain can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail a smile from a veil do you think you can tell did thy get you to trade your heroes for ghosts hot ashes for trees hot air for a cool breeze cold comfort for change did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage
how I wish how I wish you were here we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year running over the same old ground and have we found the same old fears wish you were here
It also brings me neatly onto the subject of books. For a long time, my favourite book was The Day of the Triffids. Again, I like it because although it deals with some big issues, it is set on a very small scale. For a long time, it was my favourite book, but it was knocked off its perch a while back by The Chrisalids, which, although being quite a short book, with a large subject, the opposite of what I normally like, captured me, and held my attention in a way that nothing has done so since. It is a strange book, when you look at the other work of the author, John Wyndham, a very strange book. Most of his books, whilst about large themes, focus on just a small area, whereas this book, whilst being quite short, is one of the biggest books that he ever wrote.
t might be a good idea at this point for me to say something along the lines of “if you are still reading this, then thank you”, but that would be both stupid and a waste of time. Of course you are still reading this, so why bother asking? But I will thank you for doing so.
I really have no idea why I am studying archaeology. I would love to be a writer, but the problem is that I am not very good at writing. I may be better than a lot of people, but there are also a lot of people better than me. Two people who are better than most, including me, at writing, are the late Douglass Addams ( I would say God rest his soul, but for the fact that, like me, he was a committed atheist. If he found himself in heaven, then I love to think that he would spend his time trying to prove to god that that he (god), did not exist.), and Terry Pratchett, whose discworld books, especially that later ones, I love.
As I have said, I am an atheist. I went to church as a child, but as I grew up, I began to have doubts. I “came out” as an atheist after reading
In Memoriam
Douglass Adams (1952-2001)
“Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
If that is not enough reason not to believe in a god, then I do not know what is. I might have to read the book again.
I have on my wall a poster of Che Guevara. I know that it is a bit of a cliché for a student, but I have a very real reason for it. I am not claming to believe in his political viewpoints, because I am not too sure what they were. But I do admire him for having the guts to stand up; fight; and even die for what he believed in. if it is any consolation, the poster is blue.
I would love to go on, but I am running out of things to say. This is not a normal thing for me, normally I only stop because I have run out of time, or people to talk too, but there you go.
