Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011
I have always spent christmas with my father's side of the family. The inter-personal dynamics on my father's side of the family are based upon conflict. I can't stand conflict.
Those are the premises. The conclusion is Argh.
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
I loathe the new doors that they put in at my faculty. I loathe them dearly. There was nothing wrong with the old ones, possibly apart from looking old.
At least one was always open, so people coming in and out could get through without a hassle. These new ones have springs that make them always shut. This is inconvenient in the best of times; with rain and people coming the other way, an open umbrella in one hand and two bags in the other, it is monstrous.
I observe that, in this country, only the things that work seem to get fixed.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Monday, 12 September 2011
Sunday, 11 September 2011
P I was on the bus, coming home from school. The driver had the radio on, but I hadn't managed to get a seat at the front that day, and couldn't hear what was going on. Someone asked "will they be punished?"; I do not remember what the response was - I did not know what was happening, and didn't really pay attention.
P I got home and my mother had the news on the television, which was something that never happened. "The Twin Towers have been hit by planes". I understood that this was live, because we did not have all those lines of text cluttering the screen in our country, saying "breaking news" and such (not at the time, at least).
P I went upstairs to put my things in my room, and turned on my television. I saw the first tower fall.
P I came back downstairs. My mother was in the kitchen, and hadn't seen. "One of the towers fell," I told her.
P "No," she said. Not a question, or an alarmed "say it isn't so". Just No, a statement, because it was absurd. Still is.
P But it happened, and the world changed. Terrorism used to be this thing that happened in faraway places with exotic names, and people grew numb to it, because it was always the same. Now it is something that can happen to us, the people right here (wherever "here" may be), and everyone is always afraid.
P But it is not a fear that paralyses, it is a fear that makes people shun the ideas of those who instilled it, so that they shall never achieve anything good.
P It makes no sense that the towers are gone, but, then again, terrorism makes no sense.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
... that I threw my summer holidays away, when I have so many writing projects that have been on hold for years...
I remember thinking I had months ahead of me, and time for everything, and then I blinked and now classes start next week. I am so addicted to this game...
And I'm going to go play it as soon as I finish writing this.
Oh deary me...
Monday, 5 September 2011
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Regarding several of the recent earthquakes around the world, it has been said that they have caused days to grow slightly shorter, but I think that they are a symptom, and not the cause: as the polar ice melts, the pressure upon the crust lessens and the Earth becomes slightly less flattened at the poles, thus tightening at the equator and gaining spin; the earthquakes are a consequence of this change in shape, and, with the current rate of climate change, it worries me that they might become harsher and more frequent.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Friday, 29 July 2011
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
P I was driving along the motorway when my car started shaking and making a repetitive thumping sound, not entirely unlike a train. I took the nearest exit and pulled over, and then got out and saw the tyre. Gah.
P After a very nice man helped me replace this mangled wreck with the spare, I made my way to the tyre place, where they got me a used tyre that shall have to do until tomorrow, when they shall receive a brand new set of four. Everything resolved itself quite well, but I was left a bit shaken.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
P My mind was telling me nothing, apart from what it always does, and that was in accordance with my heart, which is always a good thing (?); so I voted with my heart, and am all the happier for it.
P Not that there was much of a choice - the first alternative was the only alternative; all others were, and remain, meaningless.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
L'Élégie de Massenet.
Ô doux printemps d'autrefois,
Vous avez fui pour toujours!
Je ne vois plus le ciel bleu;
Je n'entends plus les chants joyeux des oiseaux!
En emportant mon bonheur,
Ô bien-aimée, tu t'en es allée!
Et c'est en vain que revient le printemps!
Oui, sans retour, avec toi le gai soleil,
Les jours riants sont partis!
Comme en mon coeur tout est sombre et glacé!
Tout est flétri! Pour toujours!
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
P The two-week-long server outage that plagued Pirates of the Burning Sea is over, but I have meanwhile become addicted to Guild Wars, so what little free time my studies allow me is about to become anything but free.
P I suppose that keeping myself distracted might be a good thing at this point, but my wrists are not too happy with the arrangement.
P Oh, get your mind out of the gutter.
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
P A friend of mine is dead.
P I only knew her through facebook, and not that well, but I knew enough to see that she was a kind and gentle person, with a life full of possibilities still ahead of her.
P Perhaps because I have been out of touch with facebook of late, it took me a pitifully long time to learn of what had happened, and I feel that I have no right to feel the way that I do now, but the truth is that tears are streaming down my face as I write this.
P I had thought that perhaps one day that I went to visit my cousins who live in Canada, if it were not too much of an imposition, I could swing by her town for a cup of tea and a chat. That will never happen now. I shall never be graced by the joy experienced by those who had the privilege of knowing her in person.
P Her name was Jessica Martel. She would have been nineteen years old to-day.
P Even if I had not known her at all, I would have been, as I always am, deeply anguished by the disappearance of someone so young, who could have gone on to achieve such great things. The anguish that I feel to see the world robbed of Jessica is far greater, for, knowing the pure good in her heart, and the capacity that she had to share it with those around her, I cannot help but to feel small and hopeless in a world that does not have her in it.
P Even though I barely knew her, I shall never forget her.
P Le ciel nous a volé un Ange.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Friday, 11 March 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Friday, 11 February 2011
P It feels as though there is a different strike every day. Upon waking, one feels compelled to ask, 'Who is it that is striking to-day?'
P Still, it can't possibly be bad to stand against the interregnal establishment (in an orderly, legal fashion, of course).
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
P What the bonsai-grower does is, without doubt, an art (if done properly, of course), but I found myself unable to call a bonsai a work of art, and so tried to discover why, and was successful: works of art are objects, but bonsai are not objects - they are living things. This makes them superior to works of art, and the art of bonsai, because it is keeping what is made as much as it is making, is superior to other, singular arts (because it is two arts in one).
P Non-bonsai artists shall probably be offended. As a writer, I too am a bit uneasy, but see no flaw in my reasoning.
Friday, 28 January 2011
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Sunday, 23 January 2011
P I went out early to-day for to vote, and it was a good thing that I did so with time to spare. I went to the civil-parish office, to ask where the voting would be taking place, but it was closed - despite the schedule on the door, according to which it should have been open - and there was no notice anywhere to tell people where to go; furthermore, the streets were deserted, the only person whom I saw then being a man who, like me, had gone to there to enquire as to the election. We both left empty-handed.
P As I walked back to the car I remembered the old primary school, where I went several years ago for the referedum, and thought to go there, but, as luck would have it, there too the streets were deserted, and the doors shut and devoid of notices.
P But I, purely by accident, happen to know that a new primary school exists, and where, and so off I went.
P Arriving at the ugly, modern building, no banner or sign was visible, but there were people about and cars parked outside, and so I went in. In the depressing foyer I asked a young man with a perambulator if the voting was there, and he confirmed it (oh, mild satisfaction!).
P At the end of the room, affixed with tape to a pair of glass doors leading to a horrendous corridor, there were small pieces of paper, directing each voter to one of several different rooms, according to the voter's registration number. Because I have access to the internet, and had thought to search it for the location of the polls before leaving my domicile, I happened to know what my number was.
P And then I voted, and returned home.
P Perhaps abstention wouldn't be such a big problem if the actual act of voting weren't so bleeding difficult.