Saturday 23 August 2008
like sh...!
my phone asked me "how are you today" when I switched it on this morning. do your really, really wanna know, phone?, I FEEL LIKE SHIT.
Thursday 21 August 2008
Procrastination is just a form of perfection
http://www.structuredprocrastination.com/light/perfectionism.php
-- i feel much perfecter now --
Tuesday 19 August 2008
Pina coladas
I recently found myself strangely touched by this late '70s single, which has the distinction of being the only song in the US to reach number one in 2 decades. I had never really listened to the lyrics before, which are more troubled than the breezy tune suggests.
It's an almost unbearably poignant tale, opening with a domestic scene of bored lovers, unfolding into a couple of adulterous verses as our narrator organises a rendez-vous via the personal columns, and finishes with a killer twist - he's cheating on his wife with... his wife! Years of miscommunication and resentment are swept away as each realises how great the other really is, and their passion is rekindled. If only they'd talked about tacky cocktails and midnight romps a little earlier.
The song gave me a strange sort of renewal of faith - low culture does get me high sometimes. If only every soft rock classic had this sort of emotional punch.
It's an almost unbearably poignant tale, opening with a domestic scene of bored lovers, unfolding into a couple of adulterous verses as our narrator organises a rendez-vous via the personal columns, and finishes with a killer twist - he's cheating on his wife with... his wife! Years of miscommunication and resentment are swept away as each realises how great the other really is, and their passion is rekindled. If only they'd talked about tacky cocktails and midnight romps a little earlier.
The song gave me a strange sort of renewal of faith - low culture does get me high sometimes. If only every soft rock classic had this sort of emotional punch.
Tuesday 12 August 2008
Saturday 9 August 2008
maybe and perhaps
On Wednesday, I met up with a friend of Helen. Gwen. She told me that one day, a few years back, she and Helen walked around Helmholtzplatz while visiting Berlin. That was my hood, and the idea fascinated me that we might have crossed paths a long time ago.
I saw my housemate's ex, F. the other day. F. had a tough day after his boss revealed to him his lust. He doesnt feel anything for his boss. He told me the story over a beer, how difficult it is when someone you know feels something for you and you cannot return those feelings. You are stuck in a shit situation once you know. F. also told me that he had a similiar thing happening to him a few years ago, when his neighbor-turned-friend confessed to him her love. The friendship broke over the fact that he could not feel the same for her.
5 years ago, my friend M. was flying high on butterflies. She was in love. Finally again. But it was a desperate love affair, as the person she had all those feelings for was not interested in her, not interested in girls. She was in love nevertheless and I was concerned. And although she knew, she told him. He was her neighbor, they had shared lots of dinners together, lots of talks. It was over from that day, for a long while. She was heart-broken and moved out just a few weeks later.
Maybe, we walked past each other, somewhere along Raumer Straße and briefly looked at each other. Maybe they stopped to ask: „excuse me, could you help us find Senefelder Platz“. They also could have caught that pingpong ball that I wasn't able to get, and I said „thank you“ when they passed it back to me. Maybe and perhaps. It is all possible.
I found more proof today for weird things that are so possible. My friend U. and I had a coffee and cake (mine was called "Claire" --- they had "Donna Summer" there too!!!...) at the cafe just opposite the NBKG gallery. We sit there and talk and eat and drink, when, suddenly I see that guy who makes coffee at arcadia (?) on gertrude street. I keep seeing Melbourne faces all the time and was just about to wipe off that thought, but my mouth spoke out his name. It was him. He joined us and I was very very confused.
I saw my housemate's ex, F. the other day. F. had a tough day after his boss revealed to him his lust. He doesnt feel anything for his boss. He told me the story over a beer, how difficult it is when someone you know feels something for you and you cannot return those feelings. You are stuck in a shit situation once you know. F. also told me that he had a similiar thing happening to him a few years ago, when his neighbor-turned-friend confessed to him her love. The friendship broke over the fact that he could not feel the same for her.
5 years ago, my friend M. was flying high on butterflies. She was in love. Finally again. But it was a desperate love affair, as the person she had all those feelings for was not interested in her, not interested in girls. She was in love nevertheless and I was concerned. And although she knew, she told him. He was her neighbor, they had shared lots of dinners together, lots of talks. It was over from that day, for a long while. She was heart-broken and moved out just a few weeks later.
Maybe, we walked past each other, somewhere along Raumer Straße and briefly looked at each other. Maybe they stopped to ask: „excuse me, could you help us find Senefelder Platz“. They also could have caught that pingpong ball that I wasn't able to get, and I said „thank you“ when they passed it back to me. Maybe and perhaps. It is all possible.
I found more proof today for weird things that are so possible. My friend U. and I had a coffee and cake (mine was called "Claire" --- they had "Donna Summer" there too!!!...) at the cafe just opposite the NBKG gallery. We sit there and talk and eat and drink, when, suddenly I see that guy who makes coffee at arcadia (?) on gertrude street. I keep seeing Melbourne faces all the time and was just about to wipe off that thought, but my mouth spoke out his name. It was him. He joined us and I was very very confused.
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