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Sat, Dec 31, 2005
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Apparently it's obligatory for blogs to have these things these days...
So: Me, the person who writes this blog
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Name: Dominic Humphries
Born: 26 February 1977
Live: West Sussex, England
Past: Born in Ashford, Kent
Moved to Saudi Arabia when I was 2
Moved back to Ashford when I was 5
Moved to Kent a few years later
Failed my Eleven-Plus
Got my 11+ condoned and went to a grammar school
Left school with A-levels in Maths, Biology and Chemistry
Went to a university to do Applied Biochemistry
Left university with a BSc(hons) in 1999
Got a job with a pharmaceutical company
Moved in with my g/f of the time
After 8 years at the company, quit to try teaching
Split up with g/f
Met next g/f via our blogs
Quit the PGCE teacher training course
Split up with g/f
Lacking better ideas, went on a trip round Europe
Came back, started own company
Realised I was suffering from depression
Prescribed Prozac, refused to take it
Moved home to rent a room with my best friend
Got a job invigilating at the local school
And so life goes on...
Well, that seems to cover a lot of the basics...
This is "geekblog" because I tried keeping 'normal' blogs before and got nowhere, so stopped trying to be normal and started to just write whatever I was interested in and to hell with whether readers liked it or not. As a result, I've been on the front page of digg and del.icio.us several times
It's "oneandoneis2" because that name came to mind when I needed a unique username once and has since stuck.
I have a deep and abiding fondness for Linux; the command line; vi; C; Firefox; kit cars. I have an equally deep and abiding hatred for any software, device or machine that tries to be helpful and do things for me.
My life goals include going back to university to do a couple more degrees; building a couple of kit cars; setting up a metalworking workshop; writing a book; learning to program; building a PC with 100% working open-source Linux drivers.
I'm 6'4". Most people are surprised to learn I can dance. People have a strange tendency to trust me even before they've met me face-to-face. I'm currently single and happy that way.
And that, I think, is enough to be going on with...
Creative Hedgehog
La parte A se refiere solamente a las dos novelas estudiadas. La parte A debe ser preparada después de leer la primera mitad de la novela y contestar las siguientes preguntas: ¿te está gustando la novela/película o no, y por qué? No me gusta la novela. Las personajes que puedes gustar son superficiales, o hacen [...]
06/08/10 - SPN3730 diario: Pascual Duarte parte A
Hari's corner
Why being bi-lingual has its advantages
10/08/10 - Being bi-lingual has its advantages
Place of Stuff
Isn't this exciting? We're out of the tedium of Genesis (world created, man falls, many people live and die. Oh, and attempted forced buggery and a spot of incest). We're into Exodus now; the Bible has got going, that tricky first chapter is out of the way and the real action can start! When the [...]
03/08/10 - The Bible ? On The Waterfront
Advice From a Single Girl
I was giddy and hopeful when I first met Cary and spent a brief amount of time with him.
The week after that I was happily high on the idea of what could be, the possibility of getting to know someone interesting and intriguing, the wide open potential of what could be.
And I wanted to tell my friends all about him and what had, and hadn't happened, but I also wanted to keep it to myself, sealed safely in the happy bubble that was floating inside me. So I talked to some close friends about him, told them he lived in Vancouver and they, meaning well, told me quite firmly that they would not allow me to go through another long distance relationship. That I shouldn't even consider it.
My bubble had been burst.
I was completely deflated. Hurt. Let down.
I talked to C-Dawg, a sad tinge to the story now that I'd been told it could. . . should never work out.
"Vancouver?" she said, her voice somewhere between amused and incredulous. "That's not long distance! Get serious. Go for it."
And I let my bubble maybe start to re-inflate. Cautiously. Maybe just a little.
Then I talked to my friend about Cary. She said good things.
Maybe there was reason to be hopefully optimistic. Maybe it was ok to be a little girly and dreamy over what-ifs.
I went for a walk with S. We had life to catch up on.
Life including Cary and the story that still makes me smile.
She encouraged me to get his email, which I did, and then she went home and tried to find out what she could about him.
See, I'm not on Facebook. (No, really.) But S is, and in the small world way that Facebook seems to work, she found that Cary and she had a mutual friend and so she looked him up for me. (The modern background check.)
You can sometimes tell a lot about a person by what they put on their Facebook, she cautioned me. Sometimes.
How old is he?
Me: I don't know.
Is he a smoker?
Me: Um, I don't know? (God, I hope not)
Could he maybe be a little bit immature?
Me: I don't know. I suppose.
Well, he seems like a good guy. Cute. Interesting. I'd say he was my type, you know. (We laugh, we already know we share similar excellent taste in men.)
"I say go for it." She says, "just be aware that he's human. Not perfect."
I don't want to hear it.
Don't want to know the reality of him.
Find myself running away from all the what might have been's towards it'll never work what what I thinking's.
It's all or nothing. Perfect or awful. It'll work or it'll be a disaster.
And I realize that my bubble, the one that's been growing and floating inside me will burst on its own, without anyone's help if I get too far into imagining just how great Cary is, how great we'd be together, how perfectly perfect it all will be.
I'm Icarus. My friends don't want me flying too close to the sun.
But I like the feeling.
I like the soaring giddiness of how utterly fantastic this thing I've found will be.
Every single time I meet someone I like that feeling.
And I ride it higher and higher until I'm flapping my bare arms, feathers fallen into the sea and the crash is coming, the relationship splintering and I'm left staring at the brokenness wondering how on earth I could have been so wrong again.
The extremes are familiar. Addictive perhaps.
But I'm trying to learn to ride in the middle.
Safer. A shorter distance to fall.
A smaller bubble to burst.
Expectations that can be met and exceeded.
A safe, yet joyful and giddy flight. Wings intact.
03/09/10 - Icarus
Nation
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