Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Isn't it funny how stuff comes out when you least expect it to? We're just being pulled along by things we don't have much control over and grief is there to remind us of that.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Life is pretty unforgiving is it not? There are no easy soft options in the end. We're all in the firing line, evolution makes its culls. Blood flows down drains and life goes on.
Friday, May 18, 2007
There are those who drink scotch and those who don't, those who love a good martini and those who don't, those who enjoy sashimi and those who don't, those who cook and those who don't, those who create and those who don't, those who get ripped in half by their personal relationships and those who don't.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
How deep do you have to go? How much do wounds have to hurt? How existential does existence need to be?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I was just looking at the adsense ad which allegedly helps people to make money from their blog. I wonder how many fortunes there are to be made from a blog like mine that has attracted 309 profile views since it was created in October 2005?
Shit I wish I could say that I write something of some value every day but I don't. Even to say I write something that I want to preserve for posterity every week would be a lie. Why? Too busy doing other things, you know what kind of things I'm talking about. I'm too busy being a consumer to be a producer. So I contribute nothing much of value, but there's always time to start again.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
It's a slow steady process, the old drinking yourself sober process. It may not be possible to drink yourself sober but it's fun trying.
Yeah sorry folks it's been a bit quiet around here. Too much uni stuff to do, too much work by far. I actually wrote something that I was halfway proud of the other day, first time in a very long time. It's a start, as they say. The end is not there until the end. You think you are finished and washed out and then something comes along that gives you a teensy bit of hope. A starting point, a little flash of light shining through the endless oblivion of mundane existence.