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[i am starting a new notepad, alert the press]

It is actually kind of a big deal, to me that is. The story is that from 2008 to
2010 [thereabouts] I always carried a small pocket notepad around with me
to write down any poems, thoughts, etc that would pop into my head that
I wouldn’t want to forget. I had fill about one and three quarter notepads
when I just stopped and I can’t really remember why to be honest.

When I moved back home I shoved all my notepads, loose pieces of paper
and so on into a messenger bag that I wasn’t using any more. I, at the very
least, am able to explain why I wasn’t using the bag any more, the basic
reason behind that was because I had used it nearly everyday for three
years and it was falling apart, but I couldn’t bear to throw it away so I
found a better use for it. You should always have a bag to put all those
loose pieces of paper. But I digress.

As I looked through my old notepads it occured that all those thoguht would have been lost had I not jotted them down first. I was still writing things down but on scrap pieces of paper that usually got lost. So I popped down to Paperchase and bought a notepad. I intend to fill this one up with random musings and what not and I might end up scanning some of the pages.

In other news today I am cutting my hair, which might not sound like much but I’ve been letting it grom for over two years now. But it’s time to let it go. Below have a look at what my hair looks like at the moment

[it’s an old Facebook profile pic and ok, my hair is mostly covered by the
hat, but I’m sure I look good in the hat]

I think I do this every other year, sort of an apprehensive resolution to sort my life out as it were. I don’t think my life is too bad to be honest but there are always areas where one can improve. I think for me, I lack concentration at times and I am unable to focus on one task for too long but that can lead to a bad habit that will last a lifetime, so it’s back to writing, but to concentrating and back to blogging as you may see here.

So hopefully this will last and also don’t forget to check out my photography based blog which I am about to write an update for. You can reach it by clicking the images that I have posted below. And on that blog you will find clear ways to get a hold of me and also on following me on Twitter should you wish too, see you later.

I’ve never really been one for Dating.

I have never really been one for going on “dates” and generally I don’t go on them. Dates, to me, seem too false. You meet up with somebody and try to present yourself as an amazing person, witty, smart and fun to be around.

I usually compare people on dates to people who go for interviews for jobs that they don’t really want. You see these people being interviewed and they seem to present themselves as perfect for the role they have applied for. It’s only when you get them in the office/shop floor/wherever that you realised that all that time you invested in your new employee was actually wasted and they’re a bit of a dick that you can’t bare to be around for more than five minutes.

My own personal experience could be a big reason for my aversion to dating. As it goes, I was once on my way to a date and with about 5 minutes before I got to the pub where we said we were going to meet it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea what her name was. At all. When I first met her I gave her a nickname and that’s what I called her. The date itself came about in strange circumstances. My boss had sent me out to get something for her and I had started talking to the lady behind the till [because I tend to be able to strike up conversation with anybody] and after purchasing the items for my boss was about to leave but was asked for my number. At that point in time I didn’t really want to give anybody my number. So, and I have felt slightly bad since, I gave her my fake number. And thought I got out of there ok, there was a short period where I thought I may have given her my real number but two weeks went by and I realised there were no phone calls or texts so I thought all to be well and that I had got away with my cruel misdead.

But nothing in life is that easy.

I had forgotten that during our chat, before I realised the road it had gone down, I had told here where it was that I had worked. Bad move. At the time I had worked in a very popular camera shop and a customer and his wife were in looking at binoculars. He picked up a pair and his wife said that she was going to look at another shop. And I thought that if he was going to play with binoculars I will too. So I picked up a pair and saw a blurry figure in the distance waving. So, me thinking it was the customers wife paid no mind [the customer and I were both looking in the same direction], but the blurry figure kept waving so I pulled it into focus and in a moment of terror I realised that it was that girl from the shop that I was looking at. And although it sounds like something from a terrible movie, I promise you it actually happened. The customer noting this said “Friend of yours?”. My reply being “Not exactly”.

So when she came into the shop and told me that she had tried the number and hadn’t been able to get through. So I feigned shock and surprise and she said that she was going to dial it and see if my phone went off. At that point I had to give her my actual number as she was standing there and I felt a little guilty [and needless to say cornered] because she had gone to all the trouble of tracking me down.

So, back to the date.

Girl [whose name to this day I cannot remember, the best I can tell you was that it started with either a J or K was late. Now this bugged me quite a bit, because I never like sitting in a pub by myself at the best of times and had to make friends with the people next to me. It’s easy enough done, but still hassle. She arrived and I still had no idea what to call her so I went with “Babe” and it worked well. But to be honest, throughout most of this date I just wanted to go home. I don’t know how people who date do it. Sitting there making small talk, trying not to make it to obvious that you’re bored witless.

Eventually [thank God] one of her friends came along and I managed to catch what her name was. That memory only lasted about 15 minutes.  And we met up with another of her friends. This guy, it was so obvious to tell that he liked “Babe” and she was totally oblivious. And he didn’t like me till I called him on it. With my trademark “So…How long have you fancied XX”. Looking stunned he admitted it was a long time. I really just wanted to go home.

It was later suggested that we went to a night club. I hate night clubs, and I really hated the night club we were going to. But I went, mainly because I had white trainers on and thought I wouldn’t be able to get in and could go round my friend’s house to watch some movies. As you have probably gathered I didn’t really have a romantic interest with this girl and I was kind of going along with it all. But, as I have said before in this post,

nothing in life is that easy.

He let me in! The bouncer who had been turning people away left right and centre let me in with jeans and white [muddy white] trainers. The night gets hazy from that point on but I remember [probably] kissing her and waking up at her house. Where I pulled out my patented ‘leave as early as possible’ manoeuvre. If I have slept round your house you know what I mean.

With this experience is it surprising that I don’t really go on dates. It seems so strange. For two people who barely [and in some cases don’t] know each other having to sit over dinner/movie/in a  bar and mandatorily be expect to have a good time in each others company. I swear that’s how they try and get pandas to mate, and it doesn’t work.

I’m sure there are worse stories of dating. A blog that I have recently started to read about dating is called – Book Editors You should check it out if funny
and a good read. Click the name above to go through to the blog.

This is the first post I have written for this blog in a long while and it’s kind of written in the style that I had lost, with which I had started this blog to begin with. It actually only came about because of a conversation I had today with a friend on mine as she was recounting her dating stories and this one just popped into my head. Well, hopefully you’ve enjoyed what you have read if you would like to see my photography blog feel free to click the link below.

Also feel free to add me on Twitter my onscreen name is: squarebrackets

[every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore]

It’s true.
I’m going to take a break from creative endeavours soon.
Photography wise I’ve been working pretty hard.
And I’m kind of burning myself out.

If you would like to see my photography blog please click the link below.
http://richardanthonymorris.wordpress.com/

And with regards to the title and the first line of this post.
I have found that all my poetry is very similar.
And so, I’m going to go back to square one.
With the photography and my writing.
Re-learn everything and hopefully start anew and emerge better than I was.
That is all.

[getting ready for the get gone]

Well it seems that the end for Bangor [in terms of
me being here] are looming ever closer. In just
over a week I’ll be leaving Bangor. Of course I’ll
return but it won’t be the same as I won’t be living
here.

At the moment as I sit in my room that is looking a little
more bare than it did last week. And it makes me think
of Scrubs for some strange reason. In particular the last
episode of Season 8 when JD leaves Sacred Heart. And how
he was goping for the massive goodbye. Which as we know
in life, doesn’t happen.

So, I pack my things, the majority of my things
anyways. I didn’t pack my cameras away as I have a
feeling that I may need to use any of them at any
given time. Yes, I am that geeky. For further
evidence of this look below.

The Cameras That I Have Left Out Just In Case

I know, awesome right?

I don’t have much else to write except that my jaw hurts
if I open it too wide which makes yawning and eating
quite painfull but at least my feet have healed and I’m
able to walk around without feeling epic pain 🙂

Also, not having a job is really fucking boring.

[reminds me of home]

Not sure where I found this or exactly how long it’s been saved on my computer.

But seeing it reminds me of home.

The fact that besides Bangor at the moment home is Kent and by weak extension London and that this drawing is obviously not of London makes the fact it reminds me quite strange. But there you go.

Hope you’re all good.

[one day I will own this city]

We’ll get married in the morning.
So if it doesn’t work out we wouldn’t have wasted the day.

[edit]

[people think an edit is just for text, they are wrong]

It is soon time to perform yet another edit on my life.
I have done it before, taken my life, looked it over, seen
what parts are not needed and removed them.

My attitude, demeanour and way of life is wrong.
Although it has led to an overwhelming confidence.
A sort of ‘don’t give a fuck view on life’ as it has been
described. And although this is a great way to live
[don’t get me wrong], it also leads to laziness in
achieving goals. A sort of  ‘wait and see’ that can go
on for months.

So what Im going to do is look at my life and adjust, a few
simple measures to make sure that life runs as it should.
A general action that one must goes through during an edit
is to look at your social network. Firstly your online social
network. This is your Facebook, Twitter, Myspace and so
on and seriously consider how many of your ‘friends’ or
‘followers’ you actually interact with. When you realise all
the ones you don’t, delete them. I have found that my
online social networks are riddles with crap on my behalf,
this will change as part of the edit.

Oh, and if they notice you have deleted them and
message you then you may have made a mistake
and should consider taking them back.

That’s the start of an edit and one of the easiest parts. Now
that you’ve done an erase you must now rearrange and
rework parts of yourself. Look at your best features and
keep those and the thing that you don’t like, get rid. For
instance, looking at myself, I’m not that bad at socialising
and ask anybody who knows me and they’ll know how
easy I can make friends. But I quite dislike my lack of
dedication towards a goal and how easy it is for me to
get distracted.

And after you’ve done all that, make a list of
actions, a list of rules that you will live by for
the next month or so, just to prove to yourself
that you have some form of willpower.

I’ve already done these for a month a few
times so I’ve decided that the rules below are going to
start soon [within the next two weeks] and carry on for
a year;

To only get drunk a maximum of once a week
To no longer eat of fast food [this rule is not applicable whilst drunk]
Increase my productivity
Do not waste time
Read more
Don’t just make plans

I’m hoping this edit will go well as it needs to be done
over some time to be successful. With this new way of
life I should be able to be more proactive in sorting
everything out including but not limited to my future
career.

Over and out.

[four videos that I have posted on Vimeo]





[i’m only here to let the world know]

It has been too long since I last wrote a post on here. Actually
to be honest I think that I haven’t written a post in this whole
month and as for my
photoblog it’s been even longer. This
shall be rectified tonight.

What to discuss though? Well I’m about to do an epic post that
will cover several topics which could probably have been
covered over a set number of posts.

*To make it easier to read instead of every other paragraph being in bold
format I will alternate between blod and not bold per topic in this post as
opposed to every other paragraph. Here goes.

As always I have  a new book idea, I had done some pretty extensive
work on the one I was writing some time ago [
click here to see the
first chapter
] but never took any notes with all the adjustments I had
made. The version I was working on was a completely re-worked
version. Different story lines brewing, different characters and in
my opinion much better written than the previous framework that
I had put up. But alas, that version died along with the Mac that it
was on. Ah well.

I have been doodling a few new ideas and I thinking of basing the
beginning of the new book on the blog entry [
it all started with a
newspaper
]. It seems like a good idea and it might work. I’m
probably never going to complete it. But my mind needs a focus
point and writing wise. This will be it  :]

Another writing outlet has been to keep my notepad up to date and
to start designing a magazine on InDesign. I was going to make a
magazine with photography and general bit’s and pieces and save
it as a PDF file and allow it for download from this site!

Aside from this I have been keeping my mind busy in other areas, for example,
the rest of my life. I have been drawing up a two year plan. One, that if followed
correctly, will set me on a course for the rest of my life. That’s right people I have
picked a career path that I want to undertake. I am not going to tell everyone
what it is. Only a few select people know what it is that I want to do, and I’m
comfortable with that. This plan is currently only part way complete. But I’m
confident in my ability not to fuck this up.

As some of you may know I love long journeys [providing I have a
book and my iPod]. And soon I’m about to embark on a set of
journeys which sees me doing about fourteen hours worth of
travel in three days. On this Thursday I will be travelling by bus
from Bangor to Aberystwyth for a night of drunken madness with
Stephanie Luff and Goog Hart. Getting drunk in a place I have never
been before is always a solid plan by the way.

Plus I like to see places I have never seen before. I am staying in
Aberystwyth overnight and in the morning catching a bus from
Aberystwyth to Cardiff the capital city of Wales to see my friend
Azita who I have featured on my
photoblog and of whom I’ve not
seen in ages. If you having trouble visualising this journey
I have included a map below.

As you can see, this isn’t a ‘small trip’ I am actually going from A to B
and Back Again. Meaning that I am going one one side of the country
to the other. The long way.

A is Bangor
B is Cardiff
And that little squiggly bit in the middle is Aberystwyth.

I should probably take two books, just in case.

Another thing that I mention in a previous post was the list of so many things
had to do before I died. This list isn’t complete but has already Sixty-One items
listed [if you would like to suggest an item to go on the list feel free]. Item
Twenty-Two was to visit a Zoo. As this was something that I had never done
before. So on the 25th Of February my friend Heather Torrance and I visited
the Colwyn Bay Zoo in Wales and it was awesome :] I really enjoyed it and I
took a photo [as this is one of the rules of the list ‘where possible retain
photographic proof’] So below is a photograph of the polaroid of Heather and I
with a Bear in the background [although hard to see, he is there, honest]

This photograph is taken in the same style as the Polaroid shot in the last
post. Mainly because I like to show the camera the photograph came from
and also because I really lack a scanner in Wales.

This was actually an awesome day. As well as seeing the Bears [yes, there
were two] I saw Camels, Penguins, Monkeys, Flamingos, Seals, Crocodiles,
Tigers, an Arctic Fox and all manner of animals that I had never actually
seen in real life.  Only in books or on television.

I’ve no idea why I had yet to visit a Zoo before that day. Then again I’ve
never been to an Ikea store yet either.

I hopefully should be getting visitors soon which will be
epic, as the last visitor I had [Andrew James Murrock]
I’m sure had an amazing time here :] plus I kind of enjoy
people visiting and me showing them around and what
not. I get to play host as well, which is a plus, haha.

The main reason that this post took forever to write was not it’s
length as this was written in one sitting [which I apologise if the
writing style is odd, but hey] was the fact that this is the 200th
post on this blog. THAT’S RIGHT THE 200TH!!!

Awesome yeah?

And as of writing this post this blog has had 13,094 views. So that’s
65.8 views for every post. That’s figure has been rounded down and
also doesn’t include this post as that wouldn’t make sense. I’m quite
surprised that I managed to keep this thing going. Even though there
were quite a few gaps.

Because this was the 200th post I didn’t want to write just
anything which meant that things kind of kept building up
and building up leading to this mega-post. Over 1000 words
as it seems. Oh, one more thing before I go, recently I have
started using my
Vimeo account alot more and posted these
videos on it. I have [hopefully] embedded three examples
below, hope you like.

Calm from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

For The Bird from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

Couldn’t Resist Recording The Escalator from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

Laters.
Over And Out.

[funwithpolaroidsofpeoplewhoareawesome]

About two or three months ago whilst perusing the
overlooked boxes of the local charity I came across
a great little camera. A Polaroid Supercolour 635.
Basically a polaroid camera that takes the standard
600 film. Just in case you were unaware I had broken
my other Polaroid camera. [we dont talk about it]

So obviously I bought it. For about £3. Love it.

But I had to wait till I visited home earlier this
month because I hadn’t packed the film with me
and it is increasingly hard to get these days. So
whilst I was back I put some into my bag [to be
honest I should blog on my time back, oh well].

So, I had ten photographs left. I had the first one taken
whilst Andrew and I were in the Storm FM studio.
The second I took on Bangor Pier. And the third….

When you only have ten photos left in a camera
and with no idea where your next lot is coming
from or indeed if that next lot will ever come
about. You make sure the photos are worthwhile.

Title:
[fun with polaroids of people who are amazing]
Alt Titles:
[you’re so cool I’d waste a polaroid on you]
[you’re so cool, I’d actually waste a polaroid just have you in it]

[absent minded]

There are some people that when they stare into
space for a period of time will remark that they
were thinking of nothing.

There are some people that when they stare into
space for a period of time will remark that they
were thinking of everything.

Either way it doesn’t mean that you’re gonna
find out what it is that they were thinking
about.

[every road sign’s a reminder of exactly why we do this to begin with]

I am in a very strange place right now. Even
though that strange place is home.

Now that I live in Bangor that word has become less than
exclusive. I am able to call both Wales and England home,
and it feels very strange. I’m kind of finding it hard to
describe.

When I’m in one place it feels like I’m missing
out on opportunities in the other place. I call
both places home but also feel slightly estranged
from both. Which also makes me think as to
what I’m going to do when this Bangor based
adventure ends.

Do I stay in Bangor? If I do, I would have to find
somewhere else to live which I suppose wouldn’t
be amazingly difficult but at the same time. I would
have ‘done’ Bangor if that makes sense. I would of have
had the experience of it, which is probably a better
way to say it.

Do I return to my hometown? And if I do this,
I would probably have to think about actually finding
a career for the rest of my life and sort that out. But
to me that seems incredibly boring. Incredibly.

Or just disappear again. To pop back to hometown
after I have to move out of Bangor and within a couple
of months slip away again to another place/country.

The thing about this is that I have the worse
habit of not actually telling people that I’m
going away. And for some reason I can that
as being one of my character flaws. But on
the other side of that. I NEED to see the world.

I can’t just say to myself at twenty-two years old that
where I am is where I am going to be forever.

I just can’t.

I’m pretty sure I know which one of the three it’s going to
be. And I’m pretty sure you do too.

It’s not often that a primarily good person has to
make the choice between being selfish or not.
And picks the road that leads to selfishness.

But the truth is I haven’t really got anything tying me
down to anywhere. Oh the joys of beings me. It’s ok
to be envious just so’s you know.

[so fragile we are. so fragile we are we just don’t show it]

This is true.

I heard this line whilst listening to Gym Class Heroes song. And it
popped into my head that this is true. Well to me anyways, no
matter how fragile I may or may not feel people in general will
not have a clue because I rarely let people see that side to me.

The last time I can remember it happening was many
years ago. And I doubt it will be happening any time
soon, but, this doesn’t stop me being the person that’s
there when things go wrong.

I have seen the ‘fragile side’ shall we say of quite a few of the people
that I know and the strange thing is that I know for a fact that if
something went majorly for me, I would probably lie and say that
all is fine and devote some time to sorting it out on my own.

But hey, it stops people worrying about me, which is
what I like, I hate when people worry about me
because I always feel like they have better things to
be doing with there time.

I’m sure that one day I’ll grow out of this and allow myself
to be fragile with someone. But therein lies the rub, because
the moment I let myself enter that world of personal fragility
I will probably open my life to this person, everything that I
had always lied about, all the anxieties that I had ever had.
And that I’m sure I could never do.

Oh and the Gym Class Heroes song is ‘Shoot Down
The Stars’. It’s a good song, give it a listen.

[facebook status leads to poetry]

So having recently looked back on the haikus and
poems on this blog with Jeni I noticed something
quite worrying. It had been a while since  I had
posted any sort of poetry up and in that also realised
that it had been just as long since I had written a poem.

The problem is inspiration and not knowing what to write
about. I had actually forgotten this worrying thought when
this morning [whilst too tired to get out of bed] I updated
my status on Facebook. Just saying ‘tired’ and this led to
my flatmate commenting, and in the end resulted in me
making poetry.

I’m kinda happy about that.

In case you can’t read it, as it seems to have become bad quality
I’ll rewrite them.

Me –
I have a finite amount of days upon this mortal ride,
And it seems that sleep runs like a thief through my tired mind.
Stealing not gold nor items of much worth,
But only the time I have on this Earth.

Will –
But surely in sleep we discover our dreams,
Where mortal reality is ripped at the seams.
It is this that gives us our hopes and desires,
Till the day we march on to our own funeral pyres.

Me –
But with hopes and desires already considered,
There possibility having faded and withered.
Means that sleeps, the art of subtle realisation,
becomes nothing more that a practice in self deprecation.

I guess that poetic Richard is back.

[i’ve made alot of mistakes, I’ve made alot of mistakes]

This song is amazing, whether electric or acoustic.
Hope you enjoy. Oh and look back, I seem to be
churning out blog posts recently so there may be
some that you have missed.

Enjoy.