Peter Mason
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My 2020 playlist
The right music at the right time is really powerful. It can help you smile more, laugh more and remember more. This year I've changed the way I listen to music and what I'm looking for in it. I also liked the things that were born because of it, mainly the Instagram live concerts from my favourite artists.
By Peter Masonabout a year ago in Beat
Tom and Jerry
Our childhood experiences seem to get more utopian as we grow up. A time of little struggle and where our own way seemed to be much easier. One big part of my childhood fun is watching the show Tom and Jerry. The over-the-top antics and personalities of the characters is the beauty of the show. More than just crude humour, the personification of a cat and mouse living both in ultimate rivalry and yet, at times, the best of friends. Timeless stories, the show was made in batches as creators saw opportunities to continue this rolling mammoth of the cartoon world. In the 20th Century, Tom and Jerry was the highest grossing in its category, and for many others and myself it holds a nostalgic tune in our memories.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Geeks
Our favourite virtual friends.
I think sometimes that they’re a really dysfunctional family or group of friends that used to get along and no longer do. They’re nice everytime and they usually say hi back. Yet, you’ll never meet them face to face. Not because they are too busy, they always make time for you. And they aren’t shy, they talk a lot. They can be stupid but seem to know a lot and they never stop using the internet.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Futurism
I can only wake up everyday listening to Jake Gyllenhaal now.
I feel invited into this memory, dream or alternate reality with Quentin. As I roll out of bed, I switch on the speaker and Jake’s song wakes me up. I stare out the window come rain, wind or shine and wonder where Grace is. Maybe I should learn the piece and play it on the keyboard. If you want to sing with me I’d feel lucky. I feel invited into this memory, dream or alternate reality with Quentin. I want to sing along in his room and forget about things. Just goof around, open the curtains and close them quickly in case Grace sees and I can be happy in the ambience.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Beat
Stop fast fashion and protect our forests.
Does this affect me? Check yourself right now. What are you wearing? Some blue jeans and a white crop top or pink t-shirt with summer shorts? Or just joggers or trackies all day, every day. I'm just asking about your style here, please go ahead and express yourself as you want, in something that you're comfortable in. I mean I’ve thrown away all my clothes that can’t be used as PJs.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Styled
Thank you to all postmen and postwomen
Heroes are a type of person. They have a choice, but fundamentally they are just us. The choice is how they live their life and for what. It might be conscious, unconscious or out of their control. A quick thought might be one of those famous faces on the movie screens and a common concept of what a hero might be defined from many films. Those personalities I believe to be present before the person made a choice in or out of their control, to act for others. Those personality traits remain with the person as the film plays out. But that’s still true in reality.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Journal
#blackouttuesday
What is #blackouttuesday and should I join? On June 2nd, a global decision to stop the show of social media and unite and support Black Lives Matter. The reason the hashtag is #blackouttuesday is to not swamp the #blacklivesmatter page and all the progress made to gather useful sources and people together. On Instagram, the majority of public and private pages for me turned to post a black square image representing support of the movement. The action has continued to unite small social groups and larger organisations. The widespread adoption of support and care is incomparable.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in The Swamp
It was just before Friday 13th.
I’d say the last real day was March 12th. Leading into a Friday 13th. I don't even think the date's connactation crossed my mind, not for very long anyway. For me, this was the day before all the news sunk in. I think in the week prior, the world was running as normal. You’d hear the common noises of our old lives. The continual drowning noises of stop-start traffic and generic city noises. It was in those days that alarm clocks had a purpose. When you'd engage eye contact with strangers. When you could walk into a store and buy a chocolate bar like normal. Or go to work as a barista. A time when hand sanitiser wasn't a commodity. Sports and concerts still ran as normal and, you could support your friends and be a fan in a crowd. On the news, the virus was always a foreign problem, a distant one. You felt safe and ignorant behind the digital screen. I'd still laugh seeing my friends faces from a hand away. I could sense the calm atmosphere together and get angry when they wouldn't pass the iPhone charger. That was before they flipped the switch.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Education
Eyes up.
When I meet a new person, I often look into their eyes. And in that pair of eyes, what can I see? Is there anything to see apart from my own reflection? Do I see the deep dark pits in the centre of their eyes or the strained streaks around it? Or perhaps it's not the physical scars but the ones that lie beneath, I notice. Those silent marks that cannot be replaced, just covered. And I delve deeper imagining how painful it must have felt if I were in their shoes. And thinking if it was justified or instead someone's rage inflicted upon them. I begin to consider what my scars are and if I accept mine or hide their existence? There's so much to someone's life by seeing it through another's eyes.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Humans
Food for dogs
Hands up if you have a dog. For a long time, I wish I had my hand up with this crowd. Then there was a time when I accepted that I wouldn't get one, and that was okay with me. So, I hadn't had a dog before this year. I always wanted a pal, but it just hadn't worked out before. The reasoning was nobody would walk, feed, bathe him/her etc. I didn't grow up with a dog as much as I wanted to have that happen. I would go over to friends' houses and meet their dogs, and my father even had dogs himself when he was younger. Some friends said dogs were fun, others said not again. I just wanted to make that choice on my own and face reality and difficulty through my personal experience. I had heard stories from other people and I thought I was ready. What happens in life is, you're either ready or not. And when you desire something, even if you do everything right, it leads to nothing. We have to learn that we can't do everything right - we can't control everything. This makes us upset and frustrated at times. Experience teaches us lessons, but I've learned to be ready for any moment and accept when I need to move on. I can't stay upbeat and happy if I'm always sticking to a petty thing or a fairy tale. That's not to say we shouldn't chase your dreams, but I'll save that for another day.
By Peter Mason2 years ago in Petlife
