The Silent Treatment

Upon being rather rudely confronted with the decibels I myself produce when commenting on the news or venting an opinion I have snapped 'Good, I'll just say nothing then' at the oldest of my housemates. For myself I have added the extra clause 'for at least one full day'. So until tomorrow 10:34 am, though sounds may pass my vocal chords it shall not be known that I uttered actual words in the coming 24 hours.

Wish me luck!

November Newsflash

The second but last month of 2009 is drawing to a close and I feel that I most write something, even if it is but to announce some already well-known facts.

- I made it to 50K words in National Novel Writing Month, as you may also notice from the widgets on the left (yes, that left).
- I have achieved in 2009 whatever goals set for 2008 were left and hope that 2010 will prove a year of equal opportunities and self-love.
- I am on a job-hunt again, much the same as I was in this period last year, with the exception that I can now afford the luxury to apply only for those jobs that I want to do, while I'm doing one I'm not so fond of doing.
- I have bought all but one christmas present for my housemates. Including the one for me.

Extraordinarities

I had intended an update on how life back at the art academy is going, then later I intended one on some fortunate unexpected encounters, even later I wanted to share my workrelated frustration and then how I have had a serious open and construvtive converstaion with my superiors ( I wish to have it known explicitly that I mean here superior in company rank, in all other respects I will not be made to feel inferior).

But inspiration isn't bubbling and if it would be, I would be writing my private live in gold ink on black paper with red hot words, breathing lust, brutal passion, physical angry temptious sensuality and...

ehm not a shred of reality.

A Poem #1

Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...

Nichita Stãnescu

Too beautiful not too post. Stumbled upon it around here.

Twittering

As you may or may not have noticed, there have been some changes on the left (yes THAT left). Also, as of today I have a twitter-account. I'm too lazy too explain, but don't be afraid to click links and your questions shall be answered.

Eloquency

Once upon a time, even before I had fallen in love twice, I overheard a conversation between two very dear girls. One lamented the loss of a no longer specifiable Hindu god locker/charm, before the other could offer comfort, she sighed 'but it's ok because now I have this!' proffering a flacon of soap bubble water in the form of a yellow ducky. I knew there and then I had found my people. Now both the ladies are young independent women, close friends, utterly loveable and though a little too normal still so very much en vibe with me that that both are able not merely to accept eloquence as a solid argument but even offer it. I really could not love them more.

Don't stay on the beach/ under palm trees/ in the arms of well-tanned men too long darlings, I'll miss you both too much.