Why haven't I found another? A BALLER?
Raging on the internet isn’t always the answer, I guess. Dawn arrives, and upon it’s wings, sleep.
An interesting model of our solar system’s path as it travels through space in the Milky Way.
Certainly a departure from usual models that show the Sun as a static object, which it certainly isn’t
I had no idea this was happening. Where are we going?
To fuck some shit up
I can’t believe I’ve never actually thought of the solar system in the third dimension before
Finally moving out of Tang Hall and to the hippest place in York. Our newly signed for terrace property is a proper beaut, and the high street has the best selection of shops and cafes. It’s like moving to a whole new city. I’m glad I’m getting another couple of years in York, I feel like we have more to share.
#38 - Camera Obscura - French Navy
There was a time when Camera Obscura were nothing but some harmless fluff, playing in the background to the usual commute to college, generally reserved for hazy summer days spent taking the pretty way home via the canal paths.
Then Come Dine With Me happened and those Echo Falls adverts happened and living on Tuke happened and now it’s a fondly remembered in-joke about the ridiculous amounts of wine we drink and how the adverts couldn’t be anything less like real life if they tried.
One thing has certainly managed to define the last couple of years of university life, one of the few universal truths I feel will never leave me: wine makes everything better.
#44 - Band of Horses - Blue Beard
I feel as though I have come something of a full circle with this song. I listened to it a lot when I was revising for my A-level exams and writing up coursework, and tomorrow (or, more accurately in about 7 and a half hours) I hope to reap the fruits of those labours.
If I get the required grades, I’ll have a place for a Biology course at the University of York. But is it selfish to kind of hope I don’t, though? I hate planning things meticulously, and I feel like I’ve done that with my future. There’s just something about the uncertainty of having those plans fall through which is sort of exciting.
I feel like I’m ready to be thrown in the deep end of life - a journey of self-discovery and whatnot - I need to know whether I’m up to it.
I used to see the night so anxious, but now I know>
The only thing it ever taught me was a grand illusion
That comes and goes, the city blanketed of snow.
Am I a prophet. Did I fuck up the last year of my degree on purpose or do I have actual legitimate issues and if I fucked up on purpose is that an issue in itself.
Also, I just realised I never actually completed that 100 songs thing, which now that I’ve remembered, will prey on my mind until I do. So expect songs and rambly bits and shit.
Once I had a calzone. Should’ve just gone straight pizza. Never again.
Victory for us I feel?
Feminism at York is like a really good song that’s been way overplayed.
Let’s sum it up. FemSoc (feminist society) sought ratification, which YUSU (university of York student union) refused on the grounds that they cannot afford to fund two societies or committees with such a huge overlap, as we already have the Women’s Committee. Apparently there isn’t enough ‘distinction’ between the two. The obvious answer here is to introduce enough of a distinction that the society CAN be ratified during the next round of ratification. Apparently not so.
FemSoc decided this was objectionable, that YUSU should somehow fund them with money they can’t spare. Now, every conversation about feminism features the same names over and over and over again. If anything, this facebook post, though intended to be humorous, illustrates just how irritated people are about this.
All FemSoc has so far managed to achieve is bad press for YUSU and the University of York. A tiny fraction of them providing misleadingly headlined, click-baiting ‘articles’ with a steady stream of quotes and interviews, (looking at you Helena ‘I’m-Helena-Horton,-you-might-have-heard-of-me,-I’m-a-feminist’ Horton) pulling their own university’s name through the muck whilst completely ignoring the balanced and reasoned response they received from YUSU. These people somehow seem to think, or at least to me personally come across as thinking, that they are the feminist messiah reborn, that before their advent York campus was shrouded in the dark veil of misogyny and that they alone open our eyes to the unfairness of society.
They don’t understand that feminism has been on campus long before they arrived and that it will still be there long after they leave. Due to regulation and some weird bye-laws and because THE CASH ISN’T THERE, they can’t have what they want, and pulling in as much bad press to somehow shame or pressure the Union into ratifying what seems to be a superfluous society instead of working WITH the Women’s Committee, is their hissy fit.
Let’s face it, FemSoc damaged the University of York’s reputation more than any trolling MRA facebook group ever could.
THEN you get those same people complaining about how the fake Men’s Rights Society Facebook group (which admittedly became a troll breeding ground, briefly) is damaging the university’s reputation and how no one will want to study there, and the irony really fucking hits home.