Ignorance is bliss... or is it?

The series of events which occurred today in Norway was truly harrowing. However, the series of reports which spread across the international media in the aftermath of the bombing and shooting was far more disturbing.

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At no juncture did any evidence which could link Islamic extremists to the attacks emerge, yet every single newscaster talked of NOTHING but Islamic links. It proved nothing short of LAZY journalism.

The world has hit an all-time low. I remember once being told that World War Three would have some link to the 'sword of Allah'. As far as I'm concerned we've already launched a world war on innocent Muslims, charging them with all the wrongs of the world and jumping to conclusions about them with little care for the consequences of our actions.

Ignorance is bliss? Ignorance is dangerous more like it.

Your Masters Choice

I'm currently debating whether or not to start reading for my MA in Journalism.

I'm not sure that there really is much that I CAN read for it at the moment but I've found myself browsing through the old curriculum and checking book deals on Amazon. I have a feeling that despite my best intentions I will fail to engage in anything mildly academic any time soon.

Falling asleep on the sofa has become my forté, a fact which indicates that perhaps now is not the best time to be getting into any serious reading. I am absolutely living for this weekend and my trip to Galway to sleep, enjoy some free time and just relax in a totally different atmosphere! I want to forget the world, forget the drama and just enjoy the summer.

I've bought The Princess Bride, the original book which inspired the film and I can't wait to start reading it. I think it may be my companion for the train journey as doubtless my lovely fellow traveller will find it easy to drift off into the land of nod.

Yum. Westley.

My name is Inigo Montoya You kill my father.. prepare to die :P

Then again, maybe I should read a book for my Masters?

Decisions, decisions.

Eternal monotony of the lethargic mind

It's yet again been a while since I wrote. 40 hour working weeks seem to work wonders as regards sapping the life / energy out of you.

We're already half way through the summer and I've done relatively little but I guess it isn't too late to make the most of things. Our flight tickets for Majorca arrived today, reminding me that yes, I will get to lie in the sun at least once this year. With a masters fast approaching this is very very very welcome news.

Kudos to my ever narrowing vocabulary for that one. It's clearly a sign that I need to start reading and writing again.

With an eye to reasserting my intellectual ability I've purchased four books this week - fair enough, the Ross O'Carroll-Kelly one doesn't really count but hey, I wanted a cheap laugh. I'm starting to miss academia in a way which is oddly disturbing.

I'm facing a little challenge at the moment - having to justify why I should be selected for something based on why I think I'm good enough for it. I despise these forms, ones where you have to really sell yourself in a sense. I know I'm good at my job, as good as many of the other people I work with and indeed better at it than some. Still, it's never nice having to scrawl 'love me' across a page, regardless of whether or not you happen to be an attention-seeking miscreant like myself.

Hoping to book a nice weekend away this afternoon - I have five days off and really want to make the most of them. I also have a lovely new suitcase to bring with me, albeit one that's a little imperfect so I will be hopefully trading it for a newer model in work tomorrow.

I have the same suitcase as a four year old. Love it.

I also spotted this on-line and have since fallen in love with it. Sad, I know. However I think it's incredibly cute.

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Anyway, life calls.