A sad day guys

Hey there,

I’ve decided to stop blogging at the Postulating Engineer. Not that I blogged much 😦 I’m sorry about that, but I was just never really passionate about my subject matter, and I got bored and a little sick of scientifically breaking down movies.

So I’ve started a new blog called (originally named) The Postulating Christian. I wanted to continue on with the name, and blog about something I actually will post about. I hope many of you will join me there, even if you aren’t Christian yourself, because I’ll be touching on a whole range of topics and am keen for discussion on all of them.

If anything of excitement happens in the world of engineering, I’ll post here. But until then I’d just like to say it’s been fun! Thanks to everyone who liked and commented! 🙂

Jeremy

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I’ve been tagged, I’ve been tagged!

So, when I started blogging during exams last semester I noticed that a lot of the blogs I follow had these questions and tags and stuff that confused to no end back then. It always seemed to me that the cool kids on the blogging block got to do this kind of stuff. But now I’ve been tagged myself to answer some questions, meaning I’m becoming cool (at least by association). So thanks to Blogs-Of-A-Bookaholic for the vote of confidence 🙂

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
4. Tag eleven people with a link to your post.
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged

So without further adieu:

1.) Which book do you think should be adapted into a film that hasn’t been already?

Mortal Engines. If there’s an amazing, underrated book series it’s the Mortal Engines quartet. It’s a series about a post-apocalyptic future where cities and towns have become enormous machines that travel the ravished world eating each other for fuel. The scale would be incredible. Check it out here. Or the Miles Vorkosigan series by Lois McMaster Bujold.

2.) Which classic are you too scared to read/keep putting off? (E.g. War and Peace.)

You hit the nail on the head. War and Peace

3.) Sam or Dean Winchester? (Show Supernatural)

I haven’t watched the show (yet), but my tagger has recommended it to me.

4.) Do you think the paperback will become extinct and be fully replaced with the Kindle?

No. Paperback never runs of battery. And it smells nice when new.

5.) Have you ever had an experience with the paranormal? E.g Ghosts, aliens etc.

No. I don’t believe in aliens, and while I’m religious and must acknowledge the existence of the unexplained, I hope I never experience it.

6.) Your least favourite genre to read?

Jane Austen (I know she’s technically not a genre, but that’s how un-excited I am to read any of her works).

7.) Whose biography would you consider reading?

I’m currently reading Bear Grylls’ autobiography. What a man. He’s badass, can out-survive Sir Ranulph Fiennes (almost, anyway), and has lived an honourable life.

8.) The best birthday present you’ve ever had?

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, my parents have always been generous with what they have, but nothing stands at this current point in time (although I’m sure my mum has an entire list :P).

9.) Your opinion on Shades of Grey? (Whether you have read it or not.)

I have not read this book, and I hope never to. I have no interest in purely romance novels, and this doesn’t seem to have much of that anyway, as the internet tells me it’s literary porn.

10.) Your favourite place to read?

In my lounge in winter at midday. I’ll often lie behind the couch, jammed in between in it and the windowsill in the sun for hours reading.

11.) Which books from present day do you think has the potential to become a classic 50/100 years down the line?

Harry Potter (except for Order of the Phoenix. I hated that book of an otherwise amazing series).

Now, as for rules 3, 4, and 5 I don’t think I’ll get around to it (I don’t feel comfortable enough with 11 bloggers yet to do it) so I’ll break them, but thanks to Becky anyway for including me 🙂

Jeremy

Brief update

So I thought it was about time to change the appearance of my blog (the previous theme was actually rather nice for a n00b WordPress user), give it more functionality, make it look prettier, and finally manage to figure out the whole widget thing (I can code actually quite well, but that’s on Command Line Interfaces (CLI), so please forgive my trepidation at using visual-y things).

Sorry for the not-so-great last post, I wrote it in a hurry; I hadn’t written a post in a while,  and I was tired as a rushed it out. I promise the next post will be better written, and I’ll pay more attention to the science 🙂

Jeremy

The circle, or should I say helix, of life

A helix is a spiral in 3 dimensions

A helix

Ok, it’s official, I’m a professional. I received my first pay slip thing this week, which really excites me. I may only be temporary, and the money may only be so that my company doesn’t break any laws against slave labour, but it still counts (it really does, check the definition of “professional”)! I still don’t have anything interesting to blog about, but during my lunch break today I realised just how circular life is (not in a good way), and I thought I’d share it.

The animated cast of the Lion King

Circle of Life

Now that I’ve got your attention, somewhat unfairly, using a picture of a childhood classic, I’ll make my point. Life is a constant cycle of starting at the bottom working your way up the food chain, getting to the top only to realise that you’ve just gotten to the bottom of an even larger chain. You start off primary school all bright eyed and bushy tailed, working your way up the ranks to Grade 7 (In South Africa and other civilised countries we really only have two school periods: primary and high school). Grade 7 is the pinnacle of primary school achievement, your final year. You’ve just spent 7 years learning basic life skills, maybe even becoming a “prefect” (only over achieving goody two shoes become one though. I never wanted to be one anyway). You think you are king of the world. Until you get to high school.

High school, the great wasteland every teenager must cross to reach the oasis of real life (ok, the real world may not be THAT great, but it sure beats high school). You spend 5 years learning reasonably useful facts, navigating the quicksand pocketed, danger infested marshlands of a social life, eventually reaching final year, or matric. Maybe you even become a “prefect” (only over achieving goody two shoes become one though. I never wanted to be one anyway). Suddenly, the world is your oyster and you think you are the bee’s knees. You make a usually ill informed choice about what to do after 12 years at school, take a tentative step possibly towards a tertiary institution, and step out into space (I’m a huge fan of mixed metaphors).

University. Another food chain (ladder more like it), bigger but less vicious than high school. You spend three or four (maybe more) years working your way up from first year to final year, eventually walking around with your beard (in a guy’s case), feeling grizzled and experienced. Then suddenly you’ve passed your final exams, and have to earn money for food. In most cases no more bumbing food off your parents, especially a hot meal everyday (if there’s one thing I didn’t appreciate staying at home it was my mom’s cooking). In order to feed yourself you generally have to get a job, kickstarting your entry into the final, but largest and harshest, food ladder of the working world. Here you tend to spend 40 years hopefully working your way up the ranks, if you’re wise: saving up for a pension. And suddenly you’ve become the lion. You have reached the throne of Pride Rock. You look out over your green planes surveying your lands. I will admit, this is hopefully where life finally gets easier. Retirement. Sitting around all day shouting at kids in hoodies on BMXs with the faint hope of getting them off your lawn. Playing with grandkids. Ideally gaming, at least in my case. This is a more cheerful thought than all the stuff about circles, odd 3D shapes and food pyramids. So if you feel life is getting you down just look forward to the end of all the work, there is one. Or you could just look at life with a non-traditional view point forsaking a career for personal freedom and happiness, which invalidates my entire post. Either way, have a good weekend, I know I will.

Jeremy

Chick flicks

I remember growing up in sunny suburbia, when the days seemed endless, the sun was perpetually shining, and my friends and I had nothing better to do than climb trees and swim. I then became older, moving from the outside arena of entertainment towards the inside arena of TV and video games. I then became older still, and I remember when I was first allowed to watch The Terminator and Die Hard. That was possibly the turning point of my world of entertainment. In primary and high school it certainly wasn’t considered OK to watch romantic comedies, so I took my age group’s word for it, and I watched all the action movies I could get my hands on, the entire experience culminating with my viewing of The Matrix. It still holds a spot in my top five favourite films ever….But I’m rambling, and badly. Sorry about that.

The point of this post is to discuss the social stereotype of guys not watching chick flicks, and if they do it’s only because their girlfriends make them. Which I personally find utter nonsense. The idea of falling in love, finding the right person for oneself, and happy endings are still relevant topics for guys, except it’s become socially unacceptable to say this because it’s deemed unmanly. I used to care about whether or not people thought I was a manly man, but that was back when I wasn’t particularly manly. Now that I’ve been at university for a while, I’ve gained a lot in life experience, and I like to think I’ve manned up a bit. This reminds me of the C.S. Lewis quote about childishness:

“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
― C.S. Lewis

And so I feel I am able to say I like chick flicks (well ones with happy endings anyway). I write this having just watched The Lucky One, the one about the marine who finds a picture of a lady and tries to find her after he gets back from Iraq. I’ll even admit I quite enjoyed, but it’s not amazing. Not when compared to Nottinghill, Love Actually, or Crazy, Stupid Love anyway.

So in conclusion, I think guys should come out and admit they like romantic comedies, just like they should admit that they absolutely animated movies (I do anyway), Disney classics included. It’s more manly to be open about it, and you’ll feel better being able to watch the movies you secretly enjoyed anyway.

Jeremy