Awake into the wee hours of the morning…. With only The Letter Black for company… The part where they start off as a Praise and Worship Band in church before morphing into this group still has me scratching my head though. Their official bio’s here.
Scotland play Brazil down south today. Today’s cab driver is a chatty Scotsman merrily drawing puffs from his nicotine inhaler. From the get go it seems like he is in the mood to talk. The bright sunny weather offers him a starting point. - Sunny day today, he says when I finally get my seat belt fastened and the journey kicked off. We make small talk about the weather, and how spring seems to have come a little earlier this year. He gently chides me, warning me not to tempt fate by celebrating the weather. ...
Back after missing two weeks.. Blame an ultra packed work programme..So here goes.. S3’s brain-computer implant passes 1000 days in situ. Small steps, but good news none the less. LOL, FYI and OMG make it into the Oxford English Dictionary. Meet the luxury edition iPad2, 24 carat gold, 53 diamonds and T-Rex bone shavings; all for a ‘paltry’ 5M pounds.. Justin Taylor does an early ‘April Fool’s Day ruse about a letter to the Apostle Paul. Buying the right to fight a case for someone else? Goodluck Jonathan leads the latest poll? Interesting stuff in Nigeria..
Following on from the increasingly earlier start to first light, the fading of the rains and a strengthening sun, I had my first day this year of sleeping without heating. Spring truly is here then I guess….
Wohooo.. Sunny Days are here again..
Out of the blue, Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun came to mind this morning. I did a bit of googling and managed to find the full text of the Langston Hughes poem that inspired the title: A Dream Deferred. What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
I was graciously given the opportunity to share today’s entry over at the3Six5 Project. I enjoyed it so much, I might actually try to blog everyday for an entire year! The first few lines: Making it into work on time each week day is a minor optimization problem for which I try to find a solution: maximize sleep and minimize time spent waiting at the bus stop, subject to time of arrival being 8.30am. These last few days, Mother Nature has compounded my little problem by unleashing an unwelcome trio of rain, gale force winds and the occasional fluffs of snow making my waits at the bus stop something I have not particularly looked forward to. ...
It seems like a bloke is forever bound to trawl life, f aced with conundrums every step of the way - safety versus adventure versus satisfaction… Sigh… Update: Miss Complicated got married last Saturday.. One less conundrum then.
To do a Fernando Torres or not is the million seven thousand dollar question facing me now. The situation can’t be more similar - a move across town to the old enemy, at a ‘wrong’ time, and a few kegs of bad blood spilt on both sides. Sometimes too much choice is bad…. sigh.
For the prompt Secret, at the Writer’s Island.. Better late than never. Words - More words. Hand motions - Quickening to a blur. Straight faces - Eyes fixed forward - Pretending there is calm; While like a seething, shifting mess Pain hides; Behind bitter sweet memories - Filed away, locked deep - In the dank, dark recesses Of a shattered hope. The lord giveth, The lord taketh We like homing pigeons return; To the same shattered places.