A truth unacknowledged.

Writing provokes more writing.

It is as simple as that. It sounds contradictory but such are my paradoxical findings. When confronted with writer’s block in one project/ article/ book/ paper, ... just start working on something else! This spells unfinished project in mile high letters on bare hill sides. I am aware of that. But that is more a matter of discipline. This blog post for example is not written so much for the purpose of getting aforementioned hypothesis across but to keep me writing. Inevitably when I press the orange 'publish' button, I must continue writing and thus shall be compelled nay forced to continue the quest for 3000 words.

#NaNoWriMo FTW!

Rant IX

It was a nervous and early friday and saturday or at least a lot more nervous and early than I've been used to the last 10 months, but let's not get into too much detail. The great garden clear-up has commenced and I belive we might be well halfway with the pruning, chopping, sawing and mowing. In between the scratch of undetermined plant species (with mean thorns), planting my unprotected footsies in a plank with rusty nail, a splinter of a rosethorn firmly in my left thumb and getting a sawed off branch on my head (twice!) I also learned that I was unsuccesfull at the one (ONE!) job interview I have (well, had) in over a year.

I am one!

My future garden (see pic)°

It was a nervous and early friday and saturday or at least a lot more nervous and early than I've been used to the last 10 months, but let's not get into too much detail. The great garden clear-up has commenced and I believe we might be well halfway with the pruning, chopping, sawing and mowing.

In between scratches of dried off branches, stepping into planks with rusty nails, and getting a rosethorn splinter in my left thumb I also heard my job interview was no succes (not the succes I imagined at any rate). Objectively: not the best start for a weekend, but to see my (MY) garden transformed from ugly plastic littered, unpenetrable jungle to patches of shade and sunshine, new delights in every corner,... I daresay there have been worse ends -of-the-day.

° just kidding

Beware!

It's true though. When no in the habbit of thinking, or when unable to entertain an idea only in the cofinement of your own brain, please refrain from reading. In fact ask to be excused from class when learning how to.

All is not well...

I sigh.

So deeply I sigh.

I fear I may have overestimated my capacity of literary invention. I bit off a lot more than I could chew when I decided to partake in this year's NaNoWriMo. And it isn't merely lack of story and vocabulary that keeps me from writing; there's just too much too do in my private life.

So much that I sometimes wonder where will this land me, but in some unfrequent private moment of reflection I look back on the tumultous events and realise nothing has changed, nothing much has changed.

A year back, I was a grumpy miserable unkept gloomy shadow of human existence *, and now I feel as if I could hardly be happier (well, most of the time I do) but still I'm worrying and worrying and worrying and right now I honestly don't know why. If there is a why.

I conclude saying; all is not well, but most things are.

* this might be slight exagerated

Rant VI (or thereabouts)

I don't enjoy my art class as I used to. Which pains me greatly since giving up is an option I deleted from my spellbook.

Why is it that I can acknowledge the fact not being a good artist and yet take classes and courses expecting to learn, yet feeling all the more frustration that this selfimposed hours of eductaion steal from me the time I would like to spend writing, something that I'm actually good at.

Dare I venture that I had better taken a creative writing course? Something I would never do for fear my one talent would be smothered with artificiality or worse prove too weak for criticism to nourish it and be broken.

Bah.

Eating Habbits of the City Pigeon

I know really not much about this but...

during my lunch break I saw one pecking at waste chewing gum. This can be neither normal nor healthy.

Quiz Team Naming

Aparently one must show above all ingenuity and a sense of humor when selecting a name for an occasions only- quiz team. For no reason that was communicated to the team members, supreme team leader Yot decided that we will be participating in a neighbourhood quiz as 'Bart Kaëll Fanclub" For those unaware of the phenomenon Bart Kaëll, I have included a youtube-clip below.

Bussiness Idea

Many many months ago, it may even be years, we* had the brilliant brilliant bussiness idea of getting paid to 'fake' somebody's social networking. Apparently it's not such a bad idea: click here.


* a group of my friends who by their nicknames are known as; Yahweh, Pegasus, Rabbitine, Dr. Evil, 01, Swashbuckler, Gentle Man

Does not compute

Of all the things I'd thought I'd never say, the following might not even have been on the list for reasons of inconceivability, but...

"I wish there were more guys just like you"


Editors note: This was once again purposely and sufficiently vague so as to keep most people wondering. I can't say more, because it does simply not compute.

Quote # 32?

Safe castration, there is nothing worse for the heterosexual male than to be
held in contempt by the woman he loves.

I would like to sign this a name, but I can't remember whom it is by. It is worthy of Doroty Parker, it may just as well be a sentence that sneaked into my memory through my (day)dreams.

Penguïn - part I

I just knew penguins were cool.

Today in the news.

I woke up a little late this morning. Usually I'd eat a hurried breakfast and dash off to work, today I still had a sip of tea and a quick rummage through the paper. And I learned the following:

• In Dubai a dromedary has been cloned for the first time.
• A baby has been made with sperm that is 22 years old.
• In Illinois a thirteen-year old boy robbed a bank.
• Someone wrote a book about the perversity of celebrities promoting their religion or goodwill.
• Three days after his near-heroic third victory, anything the golden boy utters- ranging from 'I had to vomit' to ' I want another green jersey' is still news.