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Date: 15 March 2005 16:31:01
...secondhand record shops in Oxford is a thing of beauty and wonder. It's kinda like going to the cinema in the late afternoon not realising quite how long the film you're about to see is and coming out and being surprised that its now dark. Perhaps I have a music addiction problem? They even had some rare vinyl on my three favourite labels of all time (well, of '90's electronic stuff - Universal Language Productions, Evolution Records, and Heard Records). The real reason I went to Oxford was to browse Blackwells rather spiffy labyrinthine bookshop. Particularly the theology, music, film, philosophy, computer and psychology sections, which is most of it really. Next time I must remember that not every London bound train from Oxford stops at Didcot. D'Oh! But Reading seems friendly enough.
Y'know how talking to yourself is often characterised as a sign of madness in our culture and speaking in tongues is, according to some of the more...erm...enthusiastic Christians, held up as a sign of being 'filled with the Spirit'? Well, I'd like to challenge this. Why? Because it's nonsense. It's the other way round. Talking to yourself is a sign of being 'spirit-filled' and speaking in tongues is a sign of madness. Seems so obvious to me. I think reading (I'm thinking novels here) might also be a socially acceptable way of talking to yourself. Discuss amongst yourself/selves.