Listening to:
Thinking of:
The day when most suicides occurred in the UK between 1993 and 2002 was 1 January, 2000.
The only day in that time when no-one killed themselves was 16 March, 2001, the day Comic Relief viewers saw Jack Dee win Celebrity Big Brother.
-Apologies for the lack of a proper update, the lack of a life and the dissertation is to be blamed-
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Listening to:
Thinking of:
Sue me if I'm melancholy...
Sting- Book of My Life feat. Anoushka Shankar (Tablars)
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Thinking of:
Sue me if I'm melancholy...
Sting- Book of My Life feat. Anoushka Shankar (Tablars)
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Monday, August 22, 2005
Listening to:Moment's Notice, John Coltrane
Thinking of:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." Det. Graham Waters, Crash (2004)
As the sun spread its rays today, an agreement was made with the clouds to stay away. Needless to say, it was a gorgeous day and when warm gorgeous days occur in England, the barbeque will spring up. But seriously, the tutors and wardens organised a barbeque for the Heronbank folks who are still around.
The Cryfield Pavillion was the place of choice and a brilliant choice it was as well. A couple of not so burnt pieces of chicken, ribs and sausages in addition to drinks and games. Having it done professionaly meant that little could go wrong, but it also meant that the food isn't great, it was good... but greatness eluded it (besides the ribs... that, was great!).
The Forces of the Underworld took to the field and came out the conquerers of MBA, Enemy and Friends. Basically postgraduates took a couple of hours out of their dissertation time to come out and play... Volleyball, football, ultimate frisby and Tug o' War. Well, as the earth turns on its axis, its once again time to say goodbye to the friendly rays of sun as the moon takes it turn to light our paths back from the Learning Grid to the path where a bottle of wine awaits. (Note: Winners Only ;))
Thinking of:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." Det. Graham Waters, Crash (2004)
As the sun spread its rays today, an agreement was made with the clouds to stay away. Needless to say, it was a gorgeous day and when warm gorgeous days occur in England, the barbeque will spring up. But seriously, the tutors and wardens organised a barbeque for the Heronbank folks who are still around.
The Cryfield Pavillion was the place of choice and a brilliant choice it was as well. A couple of not so burnt pieces of chicken, ribs and sausages in addition to drinks and games. Having it done professionaly meant that little could go wrong, but it also meant that the food isn't great, it was good... but greatness eluded it (besides the ribs... that, was great!).
The Forces of the Underworld took to the field and came out the conquerers of MBA, Enemy and Friends. Basically postgraduates took a couple of hours out of their dissertation time to come out and play... Volleyball, football, ultimate frisby and Tug o' War. Well, as the earth turns on its axis, its once again time to say goodbye to the friendly rays of sun as the moon takes it turn to light our paths back from the Learning Grid to the path where a bottle of wine awaits. (Note: Winners Only ;))
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Anova Supernova
Listening to:
Thinking of:Shackled, Vertical Horizon
Across the world, A- level results are released today. However, the issue this year has been the high level of passes and the number of As obtained, 22.8% of A levels this year have been given the gold standard of an A. The situation provokes an investigation to the level of the A levels and a discussion on the markedly higher pass rates.
Well, since the label of failure is a rarity at this point, Alton Towers (big theme park) has indeed offered free entries to people who can bring along a result slip which can prove that the holder has actually failed his or her A- levels. Though really, I don’t see who in their right mind would want to go around rides at Alton Towers, though the concept of “Oblivion” might seem pretty feasible, after all the taste of failure is bitter (been there, done that). A roller coaster ride with a crying A- level failure in the seat ahead may cause waterfalls and pelting of tears, so beware! Yet I can so imagine a raging “intelligent” townie going rampage at the park, destructing million dollar rides and cursing everybody (hopefully to be expelled from the park) and degenerating to your regular “You don’t belong here” styled townie.
For the British at least, failure isn’t much of a “try harder next time” agenda seeing as to university fees will be increased next year to approximate 3000 pounds per year, leading to an increase in debt by graduation time. My personal opinion on the fee increase is left aside here.
Well, I’ll be stopping by at Crewe in a short while, so I guess I’ll end this here… Tadaa!!
Thinking of:Shackled, Vertical Horizon
Across the world, A- level results are released today. However, the issue this year has been the high level of passes and the number of As obtained, 22.8% of A levels this year have been given the gold standard of an A. The situation provokes an investigation to the level of the A levels and a discussion on the markedly higher pass rates.
Well, since the label of failure is a rarity at this point, Alton Towers (big theme park) has indeed offered free entries to people who can bring along a result slip which can prove that the holder has actually failed his or her A- levels. Though really, I don’t see who in their right mind would want to go around rides at Alton Towers, though the concept of “Oblivion” might seem pretty feasible, after all the taste of failure is bitter (been there, done that). A roller coaster ride with a crying A- level failure in the seat ahead may cause waterfalls and pelting of tears, so beware! Yet I can so imagine a raging “intelligent” townie going rampage at the park, destructing million dollar rides and cursing everybody (hopefully to be expelled from the park) and degenerating to your regular “You don’t belong here” styled townie.
For the British at least, failure isn’t much of a “try harder next time” agenda seeing as to university fees will be increased next year to approximate 3000 pounds per year, leading to an increase in debt by graduation time. My personal opinion on the fee increase is left aside here.
Well, I’ll be stopping by at Crewe in a short while, so I guess I’ll end this here… Tadaa!!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Talk About You and Me, and The Games People Play
In bizarre fashion, students were forced off their workstations and to abandon their work and personal belongings in haste to evacuate the Learning Grid within the university grounds. Students, most not speaking English left in a haze of confusion as security personnel dispatched to usher them out.
As people working within the building were evacuated in a stream and as people spoke, it seemed like a new threat has arose in the building that is the University House. Two suspect bags tied to a table were to blame for this chaos, as 2 students suspicious of its origins behaved strangely and alerted the officials within the building. Within minutes, the area was sealed off and evacuated. A potential bomb was identified and cordoned off...
Squeals of panic and disbelief surrounded the building as people and bystanders were evacuated across the road and beyond the carpark. Confused drivers slowed down and wondered what was going on.
“Oh, I wasn’t sure… it could have been anything”
“Could it have been my bag, will they blow it up?!”
“Hey, I know the bag… it belongs to xxxxx”
"My sandwich is still in there!!!"
Like a brigade, each and every student armed with a cell phone started making calls alerting their loved ones, and friends. As emergency services (3 police vehicles) rushed to the scene, a confused South Asian student came forward uttering “It’s mine, I know… I left it there this morning”
To cut the story short, our suspect left the suspected baggage filled with books locked to a table for security. A duffel bag with books and a laptop were suspected though students tried convincing security that it belonged to Mr. xxxx. What’s ironic were the contents of the bag. Upon opening, an academic paper only with the title visible entitled “Selling Suicide” was found. On top of it was a return ticket from Coventry to Leeds (the city where the first 4 suicide bombers lived). The coincidence is uncanny, but the location left much to be desired… a deserted campus in the middle of nowhere, Coventry, city of peace and reconciliation (yeah, right!)
-The Suspected Packages-
-The Suspect-
As people working within the building were evacuated in a stream and as people spoke, it seemed like a new threat has arose in the building that is the University House. Two suspect bags tied to a table were to blame for this chaos, as 2 students suspicious of its origins behaved strangely and alerted the officials within the building. Within minutes, the area was sealed off and evacuated. A potential bomb was identified and cordoned off...
Squeals of panic and disbelief surrounded the building as people and bystanders were evacuated across the road and beyond the carpark. Confused drivers slowed down and wondered what was going on.
“Oh, I wasn’t sure… it could have been anything”
“Could it have been my bag, will they blow it up?!”
“Hey, I know the bag… it belongs to xxxxx”
"My sandwich is still in there!!!"
Like a brigade, each and every student armed with a cell phone started making calls alerting their loved ones, and friends. As emergency services (3 police vehicles) rushed to the scene, a confused South Asian student came forward uttering “It’s mine, I know… I left it there this morning”
To cut the story short, our suspect left the suspected baggage filled with books locked to a table for security. A duffel bag with books and a laptop were suspected though students tried convincing security that it belonged to Mr. xxxx. What’s ironic were the contents of the bag. Upon opening, an academic paper only with the title visible entitled “Selling Suicide” was found. On top of it was a return ticket from Coventry to Leeds (the city where the first 4 suicide bombers lived). The coincidence is uncanny, but the location left much to be desired… a deserted campus in the middle of nowhere, Coventry, city of peace and reconciliation (yeah, right!)
-The Suspected Packages-
-The Suspect-
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Listening to:Waltz, Dvorak
Thinking of:
Another morning, sunshine filtering through the curtains... I look to my right and 2 inches from my face was the wall. The eyes forced open and then whoa! I fell asleep on the floor again... Well, its not that I got pissed and crashed on the floor. Of late, its been a little too warm in bed and thanks to extra duvets, a cushy sleeping bag and extra bedding, the floor (cleaned) can be turned into a rather comfortable sleeping area, in fact I think its doing my back some good.
Prior to my window switching, I was looking at a word file which contains fragments of my work which is due in pretty damn soon. The word count indicates I've got about 12,000 words yet I'm majorly screwed if I can't find or define a conclusion. I believe that the graphs that I've produced have significant and prominent issues with themselves. Why can't they be nice and reveal their secrets... Whatever!
Thinking of:
Another morning, sunshine filtering through the curtains... I look to my right and 2 inches from my face was the wall. The eyes forced open and then whoa! I fell asleep on the floor again... Well, its not that I got pissed and crashed on the floor. Of late, its been a little too warm in bed and thanks to extra duvets, a cushy sleeping bag and extra bedding, the floor (cleaned) can be turned into a rather comfortable sleeping area, in fact I think its doing my back some good.
Prior to my window switching, I was looking at a word file which contains fragments of my work which is due in pretty damn soon. The word count indicates I've got about 12,000 words yet I'm majorly screwed if I can't find or define a conclusion. I believe that the graphs that I've produced have significant and prominent issues with themselves. Why can't they be nice and reveal their secrets... Whatever!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Listening to:Nocturne in E flat Op 9 No 2
Thinking of:
Admittedly, I'm writing this as my body is intoxicated with unnatural levels of alcohol. My excuse would be I've got to clear off my cabinet of drinks before I end my tenure in the room, since it wouldn't be feasible to post my bottles back home.
However, after taking a walk with Adi. back to his place, I came back and started writing up part of my dissertation. However, my dissertation isn't the thing that interests me at the moment... The whole night, though one or two of us suggested drinking games (believe me, I'm desperate to get away from my work, my life at the Learning Grid and break away for just one day, though the irony being I did work... Cest la Vie, the life of a desperate student) the conversation topic circled around our encounter with "townies" or "Chavettes" as well as the all common issue (strangely that never runs away, be it 14 or apparently, 40...yeah, some of the guys are that old)of who's getting "in touch" with who. No matter whatever the age you are, there is a strange curiosity with our acquaintances love life. I've wondered that for years.
Anyway, the more interesting story should be given to the Chavs in Coventry for their contribution in enriching our experience in England and Coventry as a whole. Racial discrimination... I'll try to list the "conversation" as best as I can... I blame the adrenaline then, and the influence at the moment. The characters involved are: R, A, C, J C, Myself. Situation: On our way to Foleshill...
Chavettes (smoking in the bus): Could you close the window
R: Y'know, maybe if you didn't smoke in the bus
C: Oh shut up you, b*tch
R: Well, if you don't like it, close it yourself...
C: Sure... (walks from the back row, slams the window shut)
Kelvin: (opens the window) Well, I kinda like it this way
C: Profanities... take a wild guess
The Bunch: Laugh (Carolina trying to tell R to chill out)
C: Oh shut up, you think its funny innit', well more profanities
(verbal skirmishes)
C: You don't even belong here
(thought: pretty damn stupid since you're on the bus in the middle of friggin foleshill(mostly South Asian community))
1/2 the bus: (Stare uncomfortably at underaged pretty much retarded chavettes)
C: OH *profanities* just close the window, could you smell any smoke?
K: *shrugs*
Random Passenger: Its stuffy anyway, leave it open
Bunch: Leaves the bus as it was their stop
K: Sheesh, someone's gotta pay for ur' social security cheque
Bunch: Laughs, while walking off the bus...making jokes
at Lunch....
who would have thought the coincidence, the 2 chavettes walk by the place we were having lunch only to have R laughing her face off at them. Chavettes obviously looking kinda embarrassed. We'll leave it at that... MORONS, 1/2 brained 13 year olds who don't have breasts, stop wearing that push up bra, go back to your broken homes, learn something and have some respect for people who are going to support you and that kid you're going to have when you're friggin 16 if you're lucky.
Speaking of kids... Apparently 1 in 25 fathers (in the UK) are bringing up children mistakenly as their own. Oh well, such is the society at the moment...Lets not forget the weather shall we?
Thinking of:
Admittedly, I'm writing this as my body is intoxicated with unnatural levels of alcohol. My excuse would be I've got to clear off my cabinet of drinks before I end my tenure in the room, since it wouldn't be feasible to post my bottles back home.
However, after taking a walk with Adi. back to his place, I came back and started writing up part of my dissertation. However, my dissertation isn't the thing that interests me at the moment... The whole night, though one or two of us suggested drinking games (believe me, I'm desperate to get away from my work, my life at the Learning Grid and break away for just one day, though the irony being I did work... Cest la Vie, the life of a desperate student) the conversation topic circled around our encounter with "townies" or "Chavettes" as well as the all common issue (strangely that never runs away, be it 14 or apparently, 40...yeah, some of the guys are that old)of who's getting "in touch" with who. No matter whatever the age you are, there is a strange curiosity with our acquaintances love life. I've wondered that for years.
Anyway, the more interesting story should be given to the Chavs in Coventry for their contribution in enriching our experience in England and Coventry as a whole. Racial discrimination... I'll try to list the "conversation" as best as I can... I blame the adrenaline then, and the influence at the moment. The characters involved are: R, A, C, J C, Myself. Situation: On our way to Foleshill...
Chavettes (smoking in the bus): Could you close the window
R: Y'know, maybe if you didn't smoke in the bus
C: Oh shut up you, b*tch
R: Well, if you don't like it, close it yourself...
C: Sure... (walks from the back row, slams the window shut)
Kelvin: (opens the window) Well, I kinda like it this way
C: Profanities... take a wild guess
The Bunch: Laugh (Carolina trying to tell R to chill out)
C: Oh shut up, you think its funny innit', well more profanities
(verbal skirmishes)
C: You don't even belong here
(thought: pretty damn stupid since you're on the bus in the middle of friggin foleshill(mostly South Asian community))
1/2 the bus: (Stare uncomfortably at underaged pretty much retarded chavettes)
C: OH *profanities* just close the window, could you smell any smoke?
K: *shrugs*
Random Passenger: Its stuffy anyway, leave it open
Bunch: Leaves the bus as it was their stop
K: Sheesh, someone's gotta pay for ur' social security cheque
Bunch: Laughs, while walking off the bus...making jokes
at Lunch....
who would have thought the coincidence, the 2 chavettes walk by the place we were having lunch only to have R laughing her face off at them. Chavettes obviously looking kinda embarrassed. We'll leave it at that... MORONS, 1/2 brained 13 year olds who don't have breasts, stop wearing that push up bra, go back to your broken homes, learn something and have some respect for people who are going to support you and that kid you're going to have when you're friggin 16 if you're lucky.
Speaking of kids... Apparently 1 in 25 fathers (in the UK) are bringing up children mistakenly as their own. Oh well, such is the society at the moment...Lets not forget the weather shall we?
Friday, August 12, 2005
Listening to:Six Feet Under, OST Six Feet Under
Thinking of:
The schedule is simple, wake up, grab some breakfast while reading e-mail, news and what not, wash up and then head out to the grid about 9-10am, grab a cuppa, get frustrated at work, return back to my room around 9pm.
Sometimes its strange how a television sitcom imitates life with a rare moment when not everything is alright within the 30 minutes. I wish life was like a comedy, quick snappy lines and an exaggeration of real life happening around you, thinking out loud and where hurt, anger, sadness can be washed away in a matter of sound bites. Alas, life is life as we know it, where there is more wrong then right, trying to make sense and to justify everything that happens on a local or global scale. Its baffling to see how I'm trying to make people buy more things when so many can't afford the simple necessities of life. Yet this moral argument only exists in my head and the last time I checked, it doesn't affect the decision that I've got to find out something important enough to influence the bourgeoisie to part with their money for their next indulgence. However, I told a bunny the other day that should the chance to pop by Ethiopia arise, I'd like to go... to see with my own eyes.
My mind flips back to the times where I overdramatised my existence with the desire to fall asleep, never to awake. Heck, what was I thinking?
All is well in Loserville and hope fellas back in Malaysia are breathing well and fingers crossed, the burning is reduced (stop, yeah... dream...), the rains arrive early this year.
A proper entry is owed...
Thinking of:
The schedule is simple, wake up, grab some breakfast while reading e-mail, news and what not, wash up and then head out to the grid about 9-10am, grab a cuppa, get frustrated at work, return back to my room around 9pm.
Sometimes its strange how a television sitcom imitates life with a rare moment when not everything is alright within the 30 minutes. I wish life was like a comedy, quick snappy lines and an exaggeration of real life happening around you, thinking out loud and where hurt, anger, sadness can be washed away in a matter of sound bites. Alas, life is life as we know it, where there is more wrong then right, trying to make sense and to justify everything that happens on a local or global scale. Its baffling to see how I'm trying to make people buy more things when so many can't afford the simple necessities of life. Yet this moral argument only exists in my head and the last time I checked, it doesn't affect the decision that I've got to find out something important enough to influence the bourgeoisie to part with their money for their next indulgence. However, I told a bunny the other day that should the chance to pop by Ethiopia arise, I'd like to go... to see with my own eyes.
My mind flips back to the times where I overdramatised my existence with the desire to fall asleep, never to awake. Heck, what was I thinking?
All is well in Loserville and hope fellas back in Malaysia are breathing well and fingers crossed, the burning is reduced (stop, yeah... dream...), the rains arrive early this year.
A proper entry is owed...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Berita Hari Ini (Today's News)
Listening to:This Time Next Year, The Movielife
Thinking of:
Grid Arrival: 9:30am
Work Start: 12pm
(Excuse: Space Shuttle live landing feed, familiar faces but real procastination)
Current Time: 5:25pm
Cost: 1.55- Tall Mocha
1.35- Tall Latte
1.38- Sandwich
0.29- Mints (Trial Pack)
1.00- 2*Lucozade Energy (Buy One get one free)
0.48- Printing of Data (8 Pages)
Total:6.05
Condition: Sugar and Caffeine, go figure
White Board Condition: Regression ideas and schematic
1*Pig with sharp teeth
1*Angry Bunny
1*Ignorant Bunny
2*Stressed Looking Male Cartoon Characters
No. of Windows: 6* MS Word
1* iTunes
1* MSN (appearing Busy)
1*Firefox
Visible Work: 0 words written
Happy Moment: CD pickup from the postroom
Now Playing: Gray Summer Day, Lucky 7 (strangely apt)
"Never eat more than you can lift"- Miss Piggy
-end-
Thinking of:
Grid Arrival: 9:30am
Work Start: 12pm
(Excuse: Space Shuttle live landing feed, familiar faces but real procastination)
Current Time: 5:25pm
Cost: 1.55- Tall Mocha
1.35- Tall Latte
1.38- Sandwich
0.29- Mints (Trial Pack)
1.00- 2*Lucozade Energy (Buy One get one free)
0.48- Printing of Data (8 Pages)
Total:6.05
Condition: Sugar and Caffeine, go figure
White Board Condition: Regression ideas and schematic
1*Pig with sharp teeth
1*Angry Bunny
1*Ignorant Bunny
2*Stressed Looking Male Cartoon Characters
No. of Windows: 6* MS Word
1* iTunes
1* MSN (appearing Busy)
1*Firefox
Visible Work: 0 words written
Happy Moment: CD pickup from the postroom
Now Playing: Gray Summer Day, Lucky 7 (strangely apt)
"Never eat more than you can lift"- Miss Piggy
-end-
Monday, August 08, 2005
Dangerous Rythms
Listening to:
Thinking of:
Royal Albert Hall on a Sunday evening... No expectations in mind except I was in a queue to get tickets to watch Bobby McFerrin live on stage. Bobby who? The guy who did 'Don't Worry Be Happy', conductor, pianist and one of a kind vocalist. Singing? Hmm... well, we've heard that before. Well, to put it simply, McFerrin is pretty much in a class of his own in terms of being an ambassador of music from the Jazz and Classical part of the world. Able to simulate instruments and "roti man" bells among part of his skill, in short he'll take on Beat Boxers and would blow them all away.
Accompanied by the band "Impure Thoughts" and the African Children's choir, it evening was brilliant. Think, a standing ovation in Royal Albert Hall with feet stamping 3 times and calls for encores. The performance was sublime from the free jamming sessions to playing the piano with feet.
I could go on and on about this performance. It was just mind blowing... streaming it over the internet really doesn't do it any justice, really... but either way, here goes the link.
Bobby McFerrin, live at the proms
Thinking of:
Royal Albert Hall on a Sunday evening... No expectations in mind except I was in a queue to get tickets to watch Bobby McFerrin live on stage. Bobby who? The guy who did 'Don't Worry Be Happy', conductor, pianist and one of a kind vocalist. Singing? Hmm... well, we've heard that before. Well, to put it simply, McFerrin is pretty much in a class of his own in terms of being an ambassador of music from the Jazz and Classical part of the world. Able to simulate instruments and "roti man" bells among part of his skill, in short he'll take on Beat Boxers and would blow them all away.
Accompanied by the band "Impure Thoughts" and the African Children's choir, it evening was brilliant. Think, a standing ovation in Royal Albert Hall with feet stamping 3 times and calls for encores. The performance was sublime from the free jamming sessions to playing the piano with feet.
I could go on and on about this performance. It was just mind blowing... streaming it over the internet really doesn't do it any justice, really... but either way, here goes the link.
Bobby McFerrin, live at the proms
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Gridlocked
Listening to:Conversation, Eagle Eye Cherry
Thinking of:
Self eviction from my room to a cubicle filled with monitors of different sizes (42, 17 and 15 inches diagonally) you'd think that I'd be pressured to write my dissertation, force fed with information from all 3, did I forget to mention the titanic sized whiteboard splattered with bits of information needed to cultivate some form of cerebal activity with regards to materials, component analysis methodology and surface preperation.
Bah! One word... Wireless! Hence I'm here...
What is needed is a cognitive revolution!
Well, moving on... yesterday while I was in the midst my daily ritual of distraction and procastination, the thrill of being able to surf and ogle and objects purchasable with a credit card resurrected in the form of e-bay. No finger pointing here, but it got kicked off by a brilliant idea by a certain someone to get a car (here's to you mate, a pint on my tab). First search, Ferrari (like duh...) and then Porsche... Several moments (just to keep up the ambiguity) later an add to a Cayenne Turbo surfaced on the browser sounding as if purchasing the stupid 60k SUV from our seller would be the best thing to massage your ego... and his. Not to mention buying anything from this "great salesman" would be the pride of your life.
Newsflash!!
The Grid has in its population a group of S&M enthusiasts (I'll leave cultural identification behind... but just for the sake of it, take a wild guess). Seeing that the girl giggling holding a green bag smacking a guy at every opportunity while he consumed by joy, laughs and nods in approval. Glasses flying around the cubicle and wilder giggles ensue oh, not forgetting the sight of that green bag being flung around.
*The above is the result of spending one too many hours in the Grid with an Aneroxic Mind.
Thinking of:
Self eviction from my room to a cubicle filled with monitors of different sizes (42, 17 and 15 inches diagonally) you'd think that I'd be pressured to write my dissertation, force fed with information from all 3, did I forget to mention the titanic sized whiteboard splattered with bits of information needed to cultivate some form of cerebal activity with regards to materials, component analysis methodology and surface preperation.
Bah! One word... Wireless! Hence I'm here...
What is needed is a cognitive revolution!
Well, moving on... yesterday while I was in the midst my daily ritual of distraction and procastination, the thrill of being able to surf and ogle and objects purchasable with a credit card resurrected in the form of e-bay. No finger pointing here, but it got kicked off by a brilliant idea by a certain someone to get a car (here's to you mate, a pint on my tab). First search, Ferrari (like duh...) and then Porsche... Several moments (just to keep up the ambiguity) later an add to a Cayenne Turbo surfaced on the browser sounding as if purchasing the stupid 60k SUV from our seller would be the best thing to massage your ego... and his. Not to mention buying anything from this "great salesman" would be the pride of your life.
Newsflash!!
The Grid has in its population a group of S&M enthusiasts (I'll leave cultural identification behind... but just for the sake of it, take a wild guess). Seeing that the girl giggling holding a green bag smacking a guy at every opportunity while he consumed by joy, laughs and nods in approval. Glasses flying around the cubicle and wilder giggles ensue oh, not forgetting the sight of that green bag being flung around.
*The above is the result of spending one too many hours in the Grid with an Aneroxic Mind.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Picture THIS!
Listening to:Slow Hot Wind, Sergio Mendes
Thinking of:
After a long day's work... what better way to release the stress with a good drink, a bunch of equally insane friends and voila, PICTIONARY! The thing that brings us to the kitchen and after a couple of drawings and drinks... the sight that follows is kinda amusing. From "boxer shorts" to "Catholictism" and misses ranging from "Harp" to "basement", some of the scribbles and rapid attempt at art are worthy to be placed in the Tate Modern.
People, a few drinks, laughter and a kicking time (quite literally as well in some occasions). What more can you ask for. A life maybe...
Thinking of:
After a long day's work... what better way to release the stress with a good drink, a bunch of equally insane friends and voila, PICTIONARY! The thing that brings us to the kitchen and after a couple of drawings and drinks... the sight that follows is kinda amusing. From "boxer shorts" to "Catholictism" and misses ranging from "Harp" to "basement", some of the scribbles and rapid attempt at art are worthy to be placed in the Tate Modern.
People, a few drinks, laughter and a kicking time (quite literally as well in some occasions). What more can you ask for. A life maybe...
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