Was just thinking of sharing a moment of reflection with you guys. I used to listen the The Eagles a lot when I was a kid, and I know all the lyrics to all the songs (everyone has a claim to fame. This is mine). Every now and then some poignant lines springs forth randomly (but often quite relevantly). Here’s an example.

“What do you do when your dreams come true
And it’s not quite like you had planned?”
From ‘After the thrill is gone’

“There’s talk on the street, it’s there to remind you
That it doesn’t really matter which side you’re on.
You’re walking away and they’re talking behind you.
They will never forget you till somebody new comes along.”
From ”New kid in town’

Nope, not at all. Managed to get some swimming done (to paraphrase the words of the great Ali, “I float like a lead weight, sink like a Russian Oscar-class atomic submarine”), which left my shoulders aching from pulling all 13 stone of me through the water.
Also went into town with Ioannis after swimming, and after a whopping great spicy chilli at The Footage, to see if something could be done about some person’s birthday. I bought an Asterix comic (the first one, ‘Asterix The Gaul’), and a Tom Holt omnibus, whcih I am presently working my way through.

Hey hey hey!!! It’s Lekha’s birthday today, many wishes for whatever it is you plan to do and all that.

Mahesh has got a weblog now, he’s an ex-Mancunian back to living in Brussels at the mo’, for those who don’t know him. He joins my ‘Links League’ table at the bottom, let’s see what he can do to win my favour!!

Looking for a new house now, since I’m leaving the one I currnently live in. Although the reason for my moving is ostensibly that the owners want to re-decorate, the reality is that I’ve extracted just about as much use as anybody can from it, and I leave it, like a cast-aside second skin, for greener (cleaner) pastures.

As I was lying on my bed, a random memory clamoured for attention from the murky depths of the slush that I like to call my brain. My sis and I use to amuse ourselves literally translating Hindi proverbs to English. My favourite? “Black letter equal to a buffalo”; meaning to an illiterate person (of which, you might be surprised, there are quite a few in India) a black aphabetic character might as well be a buffalo for all the sense it makes.

I hadn’t heard Bruce Dickenson’s ‘Tears of dragon’ for approx 7 years, so it was a pleasant surprise to hear it this weekend.

Sorry I’ve been away for so long. I know you guys are now locked in a dependency relationship, where the unwritten contract is that I continue to provide you with a source of amusement that, albeit temporarily, removes you from the hustle and bustle of everyday routine and allows you to look up to me and sigh in despair, thinking “When will I ever be like HIM???”

I got ‘The Dilbert Future’ from the library yesterday, along with some other high-brow philosophy books that I’m not going to bother you with the titles of. A quote is therefore in order here, so I quote Scott Adams, cartoonist (of Dilbert fame).

Thousands of years ago, women figured out they could disguise their preferences as “religion” and control gullible men that way. In one part of the world, I imagine the conversation went like this:

Husband: I’ll be back in an hour. I’m going to covet my neighbor’s wife,
Wife: You can’t do that.
Husband: Why not?
Wife (thinking fast): Um… God said so. He’s an omnipotent being. If you don’t obey him you’ll burn in hell.
Husband: Whoa, that was close one. Thanks for warning me… How about if I kill her husband first?
Wife: Ooh, bad news on that, too.

And I know it should be spelt neighbour, but he’s American. ‘Nuf said!

I’m supposed to be making applications, selling myself, power lunching, market re-structuring, blah blah. Instead, I’ve usually got my feet up, a couple of books strewn around, telly on and a few take-out numbers close at hand! Vive la Pigginess! (It’s an Early French term that has fallen into disuse over the ages). Pour l’example (another instance of my casual, off-hand switchery between languages that demonstrates my mastery thereof) I left home at 3pm today to get stuff sorted out, and by 5 I’m already hooked up to my IntraVenous drip and blubbering away.

I know I promised Walter Mosley a while ago, but I’ll do that tomorrow. As a taster, I’ll tell you it’s about the phenomenon of groups keeping each other informed as an alternative to media dependance and brainwashing.