When you go and do something and you fail, it is easy to view it as impossible to achieve. As it were the failure can over take you and remove the drive you once had to achieve your goals. This is some that can be seen many times in the kayaking community, where someone attempts a waterfall or rapid and it doesn’t go to plan. In my opinion people either recover and get straight back on task at accomplishing the goal of successfully running it or never attempt it again and admit defeat. This happened to me last year when I attempted the AberGlaslyn gorge for the first time on a high-medium level, to cut along story short I swam a portion of it…
It seems to be the norm now for most people who step on a train to wear the iconic white headphones with the white cable trailing into the persons pocket. This fashion for one surely shows the emphatic spread of that fruit company that loves its i’s, whilst this success of minimalistic, consumer centric company can only be marvelled upon. Has it not lead to a large change to a habits in public, particularly on public transport. Take ‘i’ for instance, sat on the rickety Arriva Trains Wales to Aberystwyth, with my sleek mac on the table linked to the iconic glass iPhone with the unmistakable white cable in the hope that mid Wales may have some 3G coverage. Where as the couple sitting opposite me are happily chatting, reading todays extensive copy of The Observer, however out of the three other people in my direct line of sight, two have white cables trailing down their chests and another has some oversized wireless headphones that look fit for a recording studio. What does this change over the past few years mean for people on trains, is everyone in their own independent world which is composed and made up of the music of their choice, wether it be Bach or the latest dub-step-hip-hop beat. Does this relieve the monotony of traveling with people or does it simply cut out all chances of conversation with your fellow travellers to a far off place, does this mean that in future people will only talk of meeting their wives on dating websites and no-longer on the 17:27 to Pwllheli. Or does this mean that people no longer have to listen to the shouting and screaming of the single mother trying to occupy here young children and can continue to do what they wish in the comforting melodies of Coldplay. Ultimately though has technology not done huge amounts to improve the experiences for people and the people they directly are already friends with, but has it done very little if not hurt the community that the individuals make up?
I have recently returned from a trip to Ireland, specifically Dublin and it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.
Ireland is associated with many things to outsiders, such as leprechaun’s dressed in green, pots of gold, rolling green hills and Guinness, oh and the colour green. However upon arriving in Dublin through the ferry terminal and driving through the streets to our accommodation, the first impression I got wasn’t the above, it was more a modern city with large european headquarters of multinationals in gleaming buildings, a river Liffey spanned by a multitude of bridges and a cluster of pubs with blackboards outside exclaiming how much traditional live music is played in them.
Slacklife, a slacklining culture or an American cliché?
Slacklife is a term that I seem to be hearing around Slacklining more and more often now. But what is it really, is it the culture of chilling in a park and slacking for a few hours whilst chatting to friends or is it a lifestyle (as the term suggests), if so it must be a hugely over used word as I have yet to meet anyone who I would say has slacklining intrinsically part of their life. One person who it could be said has a slacklife is Andy Lewis, he is a pro-slackliner and almost to emphasise the point he has a written a song about it. Yet as he is American and seems to use the ‘hashtag’ “#Slacklife” on Facebook regularly it could be said he is both trying to make this a lifestyle culture, whilst unintentionally making it a cliché. So is it a culture or a cliché, well in my opinion its a cliché imported from across the pond and is now used with anything and everything to do with slacklining.
Here is the song Slacklife by Andy Lewis:
I now own a brand new shiny kayak, specifically a Zet Raptor in yellow, and its amazing.
All I need to do now is find a time to not revise, when its raining to go and paddle it down a Welsh river.
Also many thanks to my friends who took delivery of it and arranged for it to be moved to the boathouse.
So I think “the time feels right” to start a blog, yet as I sit here pondering what to write in the first post I suddenly feel devoid of opinions, but here goes. Well I’m a 19 year old student who’s currently at university at Aberystwyth Uni. I grew up in a small village in Lancashire, going to the village school before heading off to schools in Yorkshire and Shropshire before making the journey to Wales. I’m half way through my degree in Geography and loving life in the seaside town, with the plethora of opportunities it provides to those who which to take them. For me personally, I have taken up many outdoor sports such as kayaking, climbing and slacklining and I plan to write about the experiences these provide, along with the difficulties these sports encounter. With trips on the horizon and having recently returned from a trip I feel that I will have plenty to write about in the coming months…
Now however its time for bed.