Stasis
January 14th, 2012 § 0
Yet again. I move but I move slowly.
Happy new year, time to get up. I gave up on resolutions a long time ago, because the only resolution one ends up striking off the list is their resolution to be unfulfilled.
I’m gonna get up, see what happens. No time to waste. I need to build my ark for when the end comes.
Pull Your Ear
December 31st, 2011 § 0
As we usher in the new year, I wish everyone making lists that lists will be fulfilled, and everyone not making lists an awesome 2012.
I wish for myself that maybe I’ll fix the glitch that’s been happening where I can’t view my own websites on my computer :(
Sour Coffee and a Strand of Beehoon
October 20th, 2011 § 0
Today I was served some coffee, and it had a distinctive taste in it. For a moment I thought I’d finally developed a palate that could discern between different coffees, and that I was on my way to becoming a coffee guru. A quick google brought me back to reality, and told me that the distinctive taste was actually just sourness.
You got that right, sour coffee. In a nutshell Google says it’s from using too little water to extract the coffee. You’ve been warned! It doesn’t taste good. Bleargh.
Anyway, here is a photo of Rocky taken on the night of 18th October:
And this was on the morning of 19th October:
Yes, it’s a leaf and a strand of bee hoon! I have absolutely no idea how they found their way there!
Dogs
October 19th, 2011 § 0
I’m sitting at a coffee joint working my way into getting certified for the kind of professional hire that I’m not interested in. A lady and a middle-aged man come in, order their coffees and sit down at the table beside mine.
They start discussing work. I think it’s nice to be able to discuss work over $5 coffees, especially if it’s covered by the company. My $5 coffee is covered by the accumulation of change in the pockets of my shorts and jeans.
They begin talking about specific staff in their company. You can tell they’re quite high up in the management food chain. “She’s okay, I think after she fired so-and-so she’s seemed to change. She’s become more motivating for the department and it’s a lot better than before.”
“I don’t understand why you put him in charge of whatever-whatever-is. There are more qualified people to handle this-company.” “It’s logical, I look at the relationships then I assign tasks. He’s got a relationship with this-company, so naturally I put him there since he can talk to them more easily.”
“I think so-and-so has been this-and-that recently, and she’s been handling blah-blah-blah in a very [adjective] manner. It’s quite [affect] for the company and we need to [action] and try to [goal].”
A pack of dogs talking about a pack of dogs.
Those Were The Days
October 3rd, 2011 § 0
It’s funny how we say that. Sometimes moments are like that; an injured bird you’ve nursed back to health, and the rapturous instant when you cup the little fella between both hands, walk out to the garden and release it back into the sky. Moments like these have their own time and place, and they become memories that produce nostalgic smiles.
Then there are the times when you think of a moment, go into nostalgia mode, say to yourself, “Those were the days…” and suddenly you realize there is no reason for you to make it past tense. You start wondering why it’s not happening anymore, that the reason why you haven’t been cooking is because there is no gas and you haven’t called the gas man to change the gas tank but the only way to do that is if you plugged the telephone cord back into the telephone.
Then there are the times you realize there is no reason for you to make it past tense, but it has to stay past tense because some moments are between more than just you and yourself, and that it takes two to get the telephone working again. I can plug it in, but if you don’t want to tell me the number for the gas man I cannot cook.
And that is when you think, “Those were the days,” with a wistful smile tinted with sadness.
In other news, my dog is very cute.
Humped and Bossed and Garnished
September 20th, 2011 § 0
It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it.
One is apt to forget all about life, seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it has to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity.
- The Death of The Moth (1942), Virginia Woolf
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September 9th, 2011 § 1
I like the thought of many Gods: of Zeus and Ares and Aphrodite and Poseidon and the rest of them. You know that when one is in a bad mood and throwing tantrums (or thunderbolts), another will try to fix things.
You wouldn’t have to put your fate in the hands of one occasionally perverse character.
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