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Feet of Engineering & April showers Abi: I’ve been working on an article about the importance we humans place upon inanimate objects. Stuff, clutter, things. Is it really shallow to sum up ones life by the stuff we own? Is it not about who we are? I’d say yes and no. To some degree the things we choose to own are our imprint on the world, when we hold onto something, we are holding onto what that something represents. Something…

It’s funny how things go. I was reading something ‘on miracles’ recently — the general gist: we forget every moment that isn’t miraculous. Take this weekend for example — no less than five of my friends were in London, all for completely different reasons. We just… ended up there. All roads lead to London, or something. Most people would say ‘oh, what’re the chances?!?!’ but… think about it — think about all the times we haven’t all ended up in…

I was a little bit torn when titling (heehee) this post. Originally, I had planned to paint my face brown, make myself one of those conical rice-farmer hats and take some self-portraits in my garden. But Abi told me I couldn’t: ‘That’s just plain wrong, Seb. Think of the children.’ — and she’s right, it would’ve been completely insensitive and political suicide… but it would’ve been really damn funny. Ah well. Maybe I can still get a shot of myself…

My trip to the Faroe Islands was inspirational. It wasn’t a roller coaster of excitement. It wasn’t a sun-drenched getaway. I didn’t sleep a lot, nor did I feast on exotic fruits fed to me by sun-kissed maidens — in fact, all I ate was meat and potatoes. The Faroe Islands were educational. Eye-opening and and interesting. The Faroe Islands are unique in that they’re the smallest Western nation in the world. 45,000 people spread out across an archipelago of…