and still I do not see it
In the middle of the square there are children at play building a snowman. Anxious not to alarm them, but inexplicably joyful, I approached them across the snow.
They are not alarmed, they are too busy to cast me a glance. They have completed the great round body, now they are rolling a ball for the head.
“Someone fetch things for the mouth and nose and eyes,” says the child who is their leader.
It strikes me that the snowman will need arms too, but I do not want to interfere.
They settle the head on the shoulders and fill it out with pebbles for eyes, ears, nose and mouth. One of them crowns it with his cap.
It is not a bad snowman.
This is not the scene I dreamed of. Like much else nowadays I leave it feeling stupid, like a man who lost his way long ago but presses on a long a road that may lead nowhere.
i will love you tomorrow
and i have no energy to watch friends or play football manager. and i must stop thinking of the damned results.
all i need for my life right now is to bury my notes and drown my books. i will sleep when i feel sleepy, and be awakened not by the sounds of the hated phone alarm but naturally, with no regard for time, like a noble savage. i will not feel alienated anymore, and i will forget.
and my sleep debt is now so massive, it needs a bailout. and that i will do.
yes we can.
post-exam to-do list
1. football manager 2009
2. F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
3. friends
4. teach myself photoshop
5. read: the life and times of michael K, heart of darkness, midnight’s children, crick crack monkey, in the castle of my skin, the remains of the day,
7. read: as you like it, doctor faustus, volpone
8. write.
just when you thought thai politics could not be weirder
A maverick Thai general who has threatened to bomb anti-government protesters and drop snakes on them from helicopters has been reassigned as an aerobics teacher, the Bangkok Post said on Friday.
Major-general Khattiya Sawasdipol, a Rambo-esque anti-communist fighter more commonly known as Seh Daeng, reacted with disappointment to his new role as a military instructor promoting public fitness at marketplaces.
“It is ridiculous to send me, a warrior, to dance at markets,” he said, before launching an attack on his boss, army chief Anupong Paochinda. “The army chief wants me to be a presenter leading aerobics dancers. I have prepared one dance. It’s called the ‘throwing-a-hand-grenade’ dance,” he said.
give my regards to soul and romance
the new album by the killers is the best thing i’ve heard for a very very long time.
do the right thing, buy it.
hmm.
there is no philosophical, moral or practical reason that you’re alive and someone else is dying or dead.
drop it like it’s hot
ROME (AP) — In the latest fashion statement out of Italy, soccer players are dropping their shorts to score goals.
Catania, a team in the country’s top division, unveiled the new look while taking a free kick. The players lined up in a wall and dropped their shorts in an effort to block the goalkeeper’s vision.
The Sicilian team carried out the maneuver to perfection Sunday. Three players dropped their shorts practically to their knees so Torino goalie Matteo Sereni couldn’t see the kick by Giuseppe Mascara, who scored during Catania’s 3-2 victory.
a brave old world
“in 1882, Congress (of America) passed an act prohibiting the immigration of three classes of people into the United States for 10 years: lunatics, idiots, and Chinese.”
it goes on and on and on and on and on
if you really loved a particular subject in school, but could only score average grades on it, would you stick to your guns and go with your heart, or do another subject for which you could score better?
V is very very extraordinary
as i stepped out of the auditorium i did not feel that buzz at all. that nice buzzy feeling of confidence, no matter how misplaced. (i even felt it for e-lang midterms)
L is for the way you look at me
after a good intense run i laid myself down on the playground err, ground, and stared blankly into the evening sky. it was drizzling, and it was drizzling on me. and i was where i could not be further away from the sky.
and it made me feel so small.
(and wet)
world peace! -peace sign-
“TEHRAN — President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran sent an unusual letter congratulating President-elect Barack Obama on Thursday for his victory in the American presidential race, even though the two nations have had no diplomatic ties for nearly 30 years.”
- New York Times
notwithstanding the fact that he’s the biggest celebrity president anywhere in the world i’ve ever seen in my lifetime, and that he generates support and plenty of buzz not only among americans but also usually politically-apathetic people from far-flung corners of the world (like a certain southeast asian island), i truly think this man represents genuine hope for whatever notions of world peace that have gone out of the window over the past few decades, post-war.
he looks different and feels different. for all the talk of war, american resolves of steel, axes of evil, and preemptive strikes that we’ve heard in the past 8 years, this man represents reconciliation, harmony and repairing fractured relations. and personally, not really caring about their economy, i like this part of him very much. he is, in many senses of the word, a new kind of candidate president.
and in the two days past he’s been all-action, showing he means business. soaring oratory got him the job, and now it’s time to do it. and i think he’ll make it. which means we’re potentially seeing a legend in the making.
as we moved together in the dark
sometimes at night i still see you beside me on my bed that you’ve never been on. it’s not that i miss you, it’s just that sometimes i have to remember to forget.
you know i cant smile without you
plenty to smile about this past weekend.
friday, for the beauty that graced my eyes, totally worth it. and oh halloween. how almost perfect a clubbing night. kicked shakespearean ess(ay) on saturday. cruised through a slack sunday, and come to think of it slack days are so rarified now.
5-0, boring chelsea. 2-1, special thanks to the folks at three point lane. and another 2-1, courtesy of the most amazing throw-in in the footballing world.
and whilst massa isn’t F1 world champion (omfglock i can’t believe it still), at least he succeeded in shutting lewis hamilton up.
so yes, i won’t be jumping off as5 anytime soon.
