In my experience, something that goes unsaid can be just as profound, if not more, than something expressed with words.
I hate attention. I can't think of anything worse than being the centre of focus in a room. Everyone looking at you, thinking about you, listening to what you say. I feel unwell just thinking about it.
Everyone has something that they like to do to unwind; it's an escape from the responsibilities and burdens of everyday life, a hobby, entertainment. It could be football, a TV show, video games, running, cycling, knitting, horse racing, drinking, drugs, whatever.
Raising awareness of a charity is unquestionably a positive thing to do. Charities are good causes, but there are so many of them. I don't think it's possible to donate to every charity, so the choice of which ones you choose to support is a very personal one.
What seems on the outside to be a harmless dare - donate to this charity, or dump a bucket of ice water over your head (most people are apparently doing both) - feels almost sinister, threatening; the penalty for non-participation is at best to be branded a poor-sport, or at worst as uncharitable and selfish. "Why won't you give to charity?"
It's almost a biological inevitability, that if you live long enough you'll develop cancer in some part of your body. Something causes a mutation in a cell's DNA, and it multiplies. It grows, spreads, and consumes your vital organs until you die.
The treatment is drastic: chemotherapy; the treatment is poison.
Do you have the right to be heard?
With the LinkedIn password leak highlighting that a lot of people don’t know how to properly store passwords, I thought I’d offer my take on the issue.
So here I am, writing the first entry in my rebooted blog. It’s powered by Octopress, rather than the custom built collection of scripts I’ve previously used.