Ha-ha, Oh-oh

We are not designed to be secretive.

Gift wraps

Every closeness is a signal to becoming open in order to close what has been opened and keep open what has gotten closed, like gifts wrapped in several wraps. Thus is life.

Some people use, others abuse, I am trying not to use.

I have been practicing the politics of conflict avoidance, in case you are curious as to how I operate.

Money for thought...

A lawyer with a suitcase downtown Toronto
Kills more people than a terrorist

Bakan

“There can be a truth in madness, dreaming, poetry, or prophecy, which is higher than literal truth. A metaphor or a fiction might open a door that cannot be opened by approaches that are too weighted down by duty to literal truth”

...

هر که، بر کرده ی خود می‌‌بالد
هر که،در کرده ی خود می‌‌سوزد

Foggy weather in my head

There is a lump in my throat
Doesn't go away with tears

No, I don't wanna fall in love

Can I just stand?

Letter to the deceased

[the deceased never die]

'
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again
'

To justify all those who were lost

He gave a leave to the sun
An overtime salary to the night
Lit a cigar and evaporated into thin air
Out of the cafe's smoke detector
Entered the fog in the streets and
Danced with the pouring rain
...to justify all those who were lost

Read in a magazine

"Consciousness is the degree of openness or emptiness, not a phenomenon itself, rather a clearing in which phenomena arise" and "Cognition is the capacity to take on perspectives".

Historical histeria over history of history

'history never repeats itself, it only seems like it does for those who don't know the details.' Morgan Edmund 

Hereafter

I cry.

Cheers

Here is to reaching a new meaning in the philosophy of life...

In no anticipation of tomorrow

Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips

Kalender II

Kalender fits me inside again on November 14th, 2010.
It was raining this time, not as cold as it was in February. I had Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. The sour grapes made my throat yearn for more. It was a 2007 wine, three years old. I've had older wines before, but this one was something else. Complimented the wine with orange ginger carrot soup, with a drop of sour cream. We talked about what we talked about in February, a marathon. It was dark and packed when we got there and empty before we left. I liked the red theme of my jacket, it really fit the occasion. The brownies from the day before were still making me dizzy and did not help with gaining my concentration back for the marathon conversations. Thank goodness for love. We then walked the cold pavement anticipating a hot chocolate at a nearby utopian cafe. I asked what inspired him for a marathon? He said good food and good conversations. The thirty days challenge starts from tomorrow.

Mark Twain

"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."
Was Mark Twain a scientist in disguise? Isn't this a good quality for a scientist to have?

(Mark Twain's Embargo is published after 100 years of his death)

...

Hello loneliness
Where were you all along?

The death theme of our lives

There are days I await death with an eagerness stronger than the life force itself

Surrendered

I finally submit to the following after 10 years of resistance
The Philosopher's Stone
The Chamber of Secrets
The Prisoner of Azkaban
The Goblet of Fire
The Order of the Phoenix
The Half-Blood Prince
The Deathly Hallows

More on it later...

Due Date

A cross-country road trip to reach a due date
Oh lord of meaningful content, please save the hollywood planet.